Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Study to be quiet


 " And that ye study to be quiet, and to do your own business, and to work with your hands, as
we commanded you" 1 Thessalonians 4:11

She came home and we were sitting and talking about married life and living away.
  She said, "the hardest part mom is the quiet. My thoughts are everywhere.
 I can't even sit to read a book because it's too quiet".
Her ears still ringing from the household of many.

  

As part of my job of teaching and preparing my children for life after
their few years with us I never really thought to teach them to be quiet.....
until I saw that verse and heard her words.
Is it really something that must be studied and taught? how hard can the quiet be?

It's loud here and with 8 kids and 4 dogs on this farm, the noise is a constant
in our ear. We get used to it and we work around it. My brain not really shutting down
until night time and then I have to have a noise machine to sleep by.
 More noise to be able to sleep.  

I run interferes as I hear the noise getting louder or if I hear harsh tones to the noise.
but I never stopped to think what is all this clamoring? 

Our farm holds a beautiful pond and every year the frogs start singing
about this time and their singing is loud, you can't carry on a conversation outside, you can't
hear yourself think. Sort of like our home. The loud voices drowning out the still small voice of
a Father who wants my children to study and learn to be quiet so that the noise of this life
won't keep them away from Him.


Being in a big family does not mean we don't have to learn this.
It's just harder.
So I started implementing a time of quiet to my daily teaching.

A time to be still
A time to hear yourself think
A time to journal
A time to imagine
A time to deal with your feelings  
A time to dream
A time to be yourself and not compete in the big family race
of who can say more and who can say it faster.
Who can be the loudest and who can draw the most attention


I must admit this has been hard for me
My thoughts never letting me truly just meditate on the Lord.
My to-do list running through my mind. 
I guess that's why the verse says "study to be quiet".
I literally have to step out on the farm and walk the path that no one is on
and I still find myself talking to myself or to God.
I long for quiet; stillness.
The place where my brain is able to shut off so I can hear His voice.
In the midst of raising lots of children I have lost my ability to shut my mind and thoughts
down. It come in handy as I've multi-tasked my days but now it's harder to learn.
I wish someone would have told me to teach my 
children the art of quietness and the beauty it holds.
Now I'm having to break habits and that's always harder.  

Being alone with yourself and your thoughts and your Savior is a gift
that we give up everyday for lots of words that literally add up to nothing.
The quietness and the mediating heart that thinks of it's savior
will change your children and yourself.

Study and shut your house down for at least an hour a day.
No talking, no phones, no texting, no music, no books.
Just you looking to God to show you the art of being still in His presence.    

Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.

  love from the farm,
Robin

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

The confessions of a mom of many.


We took a road trip to the beach over the weekend for a friends wedding. It took more effort than usual because we had been fighting a virus and several was just getting it. We finally got everything packed
and into the car and we headed out to make memories.


My head crowded with thoughts..You know the thoughts of 
My kids are growing up and I feel like
 I'm feeling my way through the dark in this thing called parent-hood.
Yeah those thoughts


I read books and most importantly the bible but it's just hard sometimes.
Anything worth doing is hard though.


It doesn't help that when we get sick it takes 2 weeks to get over it because there are so many of
us. I'm tired and I feel used up after 2 weeks. I feel sorry for the last one to get sick because my gentleness
and nurturing nature feels like some made up story..a bad made up story at that.        


 Being a Parent to adults is so much harder than I ever imagined. Trying to keep your thoughts to yourself and trying to let them go without hanging on for dear life. Just letting go and trusting in the Lord. I keep reminding myself that we have been faithful and that in the end they leave.


I'm thankful for her leaving it was good and his leaving is coming up.
You forget the leaving when they're little.

I tell ya it wants me to slow things way down
when you experience a couple of them leave the nest.
I spend more time in bed-time good-nights. Laying under the covers and holding hands.
Tickling round bellies and holding sick little hot girls.
They don't have leaving on their mind but I do.
{I know that sounded like a song.}

I put up Christmas lights in everyone's windows with paper snow flakes to remind myself
that this season is temporal and I want to enjoy it in all it's glory.
Lights, food and their laughter.


When you're in deep waters in parenting it can seem overwhelming and never-ending but you will reach
shore one day and it's so easy when they're little.
 They eat after you and drink after you.
kiss you in public and stand and talk to you when you go the the bathroom.
They snuggle up close and don't mind you acting crazy.
You don't have to dress up or wear make-up they just love you.

I just love little kids.

The magical season of child-hood is amazing
It's such a gift and so many times young moms try and rush the most beautiful 
time in their life. The busyness of everyday crowding your mind of the beautiful that this season offers.

The weeds of right now hiding the fruit



I'm older you know. I see what the years do to a mom of many.
The years of little sleep and the body that just can't snap back is a constant reminder
of my age and I ask myself would I change anything and the answer is always no, not one little thing.

I earned every little battle scar and I will not cover them up so the world thinks better of me.
I'm not dressed up
My hair may or may not have been combed for the day.
sometimes I just forget if I did or didn't.
My latest fashion is something I can work in get dirty in and
not stress if it gets dirty because it will.

My husband knows what 10 pregnancies did to my body as well as my heart because he
was there fighting with me through each and every one. So I don't have to cover up for him
he knows and him and the Lord are the only ones who really know what a day in my garden is.
So when he comes home and I look tired it's because
I am tired. I'm a stay at home mom and I'm slap wore out by 6.30

Wear your scars well..Don't beat yourself up because you're not perfect or because other 
women don't have the same scars; decide to love yourself and to thank God for allowing you
the work before you.
Being a mom to 1 or 10 will bring scars and my children are worth the battle   
    

 I hear of so many women struggling with fatigue and why not?
We are doing one of the most demanding jobs in the world you're gonna be tired.
Your gonna blow it but pick up your pack and keep moving.
Can you tell I'm the mother of an Eagle Scout.. 


I have a big garden to tend right now with 8 kids minus 1 add 1..(We have a special guy living with us
right now.) So tending my garden takes lots of weeding everyday. If I don't weed
well the day before I have double duty the next. Its no-ones fault except my own.

A beautiful garden doesn't just happen it takes work.
It takes planning
It takes the want to...

I want to step into this garden that the Lord has so blessed me with and tackle
the weeds of the day.
I don't worry about the weeds of tomorrow but just kneel in the deep rich dirt of today
and get dirty. Get my hands dirty in the soil of their heart.
     

On our road where we live it's old country land. The gardens of each 
farmer proudly on display winter or summer.
The soil being tilled and turned in the winter preparing for the next harvest.
In the summer our neighbors skillful hands constantly bent to pull weeds
or behind their big tractors. Their gardens stand tall and strong I look out my car
window and watch them work. Year after year. Garden after Garden.
Their craftsmanship on display for everyone to see.
Each family has their own way some have a late garden and some an early garden
some don't plant until after the first frost, some do.

Same with parenting I suppose.
We each have a garden and we'll each produce an end product
but we might do it different.

But you produce something  
we all produce something.
My gardening Techniques would make Mr. Green or Mr. Cuzzort  
laugh a little I suppose but we must work it out and learn something new
everyday until  


Until the day when 
She will move off the farm and have her on little plot of land 3 hours south.
She will start tending her own dirt and dirt is dirty and she will have
to kneel in the stuff and keep the hard clots of life soft and manageable.
 I pray I taught her enough 




I will not quit gardening even when my back is bent and my hands tremble I will
always be a gardener for the Lord.
My garden will be on display for generations to come and so while I'm able I will
pull weeds and till the dark rich soil that holds tomorrows fruit.

Gardening from The Farm

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Why we let her marry a guy with no job..




On this day we gave our daughter to this guy, John Lewis Porter.
See below:
He is not perfect, he doesn't have a job, he's still in school..
but when he asked for Taylor's hand we said yes because with a help meet we pray that God will use her to help him accomplish all the Lord wants to accomplish in John's life.
We have raised her to be a helpmeet not a "kept" meet.
So she needs to be walking along side of him; cooking him great meals and keeping the home fires burning as he finishes up school.
I pray she blesses his socks off. 
  

The tiny gift delivered to us on that day in April. Everyone telling me to enjoy her while she is young, the thumb sucking, rabbit carrying, blonde haired baby doll that changed us forever.
She was and is strong willed.
I know I never told y'all.... She was my to date biggest parenting challenge.
 I can say that now since she is happily married:)
Smart and determined. 
I grew up different. I was insecure and my father was not involved in my life.
So raising a very secure, smart, beautiful, God fearing daughter came with many "moments".

We spent hours cooking, talking, singing and dancing in my tiny kitchen here on the farm.
I knew one day that my kitchen would not hold her anymore and she would have her own kitchen to build memories in and her own suds in her sinks and I thought surely I would be prepared.. and in the end I am prepared but it's a process of letting go.
There is a Taylor void in my home. My little girls dealing with their sister being gone.
Right now we're in "do the next thing" mode.
 We're surviving with lots of phone calls and text and an early morning Sunday text that said
 " I miss you, can we meet in the middle?"
and we drove to the middle and I breathed her in and loved on her and
assured her...she assured me.
and we drove home me thinking all along that she would be getting back in the car with us
but remembering she would go with John. I forgot.
The little girls thinking she was coming home now.

Just yesterday Josie packed a bag and said I'm moving to Auburn.
I understand I said..I'll miss you and she laid her head on my shoulder and said I miss Tay-tay.

Fight back tears.

I know baby I miss Tay-tay, too.
What do you say we go cook in that big ole kitchen of ours?

So she laid her backpack on her bed for the time being and we cooked all day long.  


Her wedding was beautiful. Charming and very family focused just like Taylor and John.
Yes, she is young and he is too and that makes it all the more beautiful.

Why not marry young?
 Go through the cycle of life with the person you will spend the rest of your life with.
It is not good for man to be alone God said it and we need, in my opinion, to apply it more these days.
So many older people saying why are you getting married so young? Live your life..have fun.
I always taught her to give her life..and she did. The one life she has on this earth she gave
to John and I'm so happy she chose to give. 


 The weekend went by in a blur. But we couldn't have done it without help from my best friend Anna and Carl and Leah and the Butler family. Our friends who stayed until every last decoration was up and stayed until 1:30 in the morning until every last decoration was down. There are no words for friends who stayed with us every step of the way to make sure we didn't forget anything or if we did would go get it for us. 
They didn't leave.. thank y'all so much<3 nbsp="" p="">


 My sweet hubby took off from work to help with every little detail even though
he's not a detail guy.
 He's amazing and I appreciate his strong arms as we make this
transition.  






 there were tears.. not because I'm un-happy because change is change
Change is good sometimes but it's also very hard.


This young man was my rock. I'm so thankful he is calm and easy going because I would get stressed and he would say, "mom it's ok." I love you Tucker...You are an amazing son and brother. I'm thankful for you.


Thanks to this group of young ladies who helped make her day very special.
Y'all were so much fun.. 











 Dancing with the two men in her life.




 praying over John and Taylor


first kiss






Like children marriage is a gift and we are giving praise to The Lord
for Taylor and John's marriage.

Oct 26,2013




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