Need More!

My suburban homesteading middle child (John Deere) declared that last year's raised bed was simply not enough room for him. He appealed to his father and I to allow him another plot, real land. We granted him his request and the Dawg tilled up his plot this afternoon. John Deere and I ran to Lowe's this evening to pick up cinder blocks ($1.39 each) and landscape timbers (on sale for $1.97 each) a total cost of about $40 for a fence (of sorts) that will keep our dog out, and will allow us to put up netting to deter any other unwelcome "guests". I will keep you updated on this venture through this growing season.

Sleeping Garden

Spring is on the way. This sparks a hope that is so fresh, yet feels vulnerable.

I'm so ready to get out in the dirt, plant seeds, water, and weed, then watch the Lord work His remarkable plan of creation out in front of me. Just when I start to doubt that the seeds I planted will sprout, up they pop. The Lord really is faithful. He is true, and He is more kind than we can fathom. He loves us so.

Lord teach me to love you more, and better.

It Is Well With My Soul

Horratio Spafford
1873

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.


Refrain:
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.


Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.


My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!


For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,No pang shall be mine,
for in death as in lifeThou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!


And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

Totally RandomThoughts

*Why is it that when I try to get up earlier that my children get up earlier too?

*God is very big and in control, even when things around me seem to be spinning out of control.

*The heart is far more fragile than most would believe and yet more tenacious than we can fathom.

*I love suprises.

*I miss the garden.

*God's creation brings a comfort like nothing else. A healing balm.

*Discipline is under-rated.

*You just never know what someone else may be battling, what kind of shadows they may be chasing, or what ghosts they may be sparring with.

*The Lord really does have our days numbered and is in absolute control over our lives ultimately.

*I am so very thankful for the man I married and the particular 3 children the Lord so graciously gifted us with.

*We may be getting a new roof today.

*I want snow.

*Sometimes I want to move far, far away.

*If we don't go out to dinner tonight, it's baked potatoes and salad.

*I need more coffee and a shower.

Food For Thought

It is dangerous to be right in matters on which the established authorities are wrong.

~Voltaire, 1751

Tag, You're It!

I got tagged for this meme by Shan over at http://halfsoledboots.blogspot.com/.

Here are the rules:

The meme works like this:1) Link to the person who tagged you2) Mention the rules3) Tell six quirky yet boring, unspectacular details about yourself4) Tag six other bloggers by linking to them5) Go to each person’s blog and leave a comment that lets them know they’ve been tagged.

1. I love to watch public access TV. Local churches, County Commissioners meetings, Agricultural Extension specials.

2. I can't stand to sleep alone.

3. My jaw pops when I chew due to TMJ.

4. I have this obsession about clothes smelling good, so I use nice smelling detergent and fabric softener sheets.

5. I hang my feet off the end of my bed and rock them back and forth as I try to fall asleep or rub them together, especially when I'm cold.

6. Along with everyone else in America, I would love to write a book one day. I don't know what it would be about. It wouldn't be a work of fiction though.

Now, I tag Missy, Marsha, and Laura.