Wednesday, March 31, 2010

I love finding him..

I love finding him.
Walking around in my day
and I find him
in boxes,
cubbie holes,
and linen closets.

He's usually writing, coloring or drawing
me a special picture.
It's usually pictures
of his thoughts.
His dog,
His brother,
His love,
He sketches his thoughts
that
I love to interrupt.



I could write a book
of his thoughts.
So simple is his
love. So very real
the things he puts
to paper.
He loves big (like
his daddy).
I love not knowing where
I'll find him at today but I know
wherever he is, he is
deep in thought.
He's just that way!

Nothing is common...

God is glorified everywhere

in your everyday life.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Thanking the Lord for a sweet Gift

Happy Birthday
Channie Mae


She is regarded around here as a princess.



That's her daddies fault.



He adores his little "flower" and



he makes sure all the rough and tough brothers



knows if they make her cry they answer



to him..



They are gentle with her in a way



that makes me smile though and makes



me wonder why all little sisters



are not regarded as the gifts they should be.



Brothers growing up



just knowing



that



girls are special.



Makes me wonder why all daddies


don't take the time to make


sure all little girls know


that they are a priceless gift.


Living in a large family doesn't


stop my man


from making sure


all the girls in his life know


he adores them and treasures them.


The true gift lies years from now


when my little men grow up and have


wives and daughters of their own one day.


When our little Channie Mae

grows up searching out a husband

who loves her as much as her daddy

and brothers love her

and when she finds him

the gift will be passed down.





The gift we give her on her birthday is small in


comparison to the gift she has been given from her


Heavenly Father.


Life.


Protection.


Mercy.


An earthly father who adores her,


Four wonderful brothers,


Three loving sisters,


and a mom who for the life


of me wonders how


the Lord can be so kind.





Living out the kindness of


the Lord.


2010....


















Monday, March 29, 2010

Lessons from the farm:

When you live in the country


you find ways to barter


with your friends and neighbors.


We have friends who


needed a rooster


so we bartered


for their fresh


sorghum.





Great trade but..






We have to catch our end

of the deal..



and it was not easy




Gray was not going to go

willingly




In the end our guys

caught the big gray

rooster..

He's going to a new home


and we have fresh homemade

Sorghum.


I love bartering

but

remember this:

Running down a rooster

is hard work.




Sunday, March 28, 2010

Give Me Your eyes for just one second



Give me Your heart for


the ones forgotten.


Give me Your eyes


so I can see what I'm missing.

Give me Your arms

for the broken hearted.


I want to see the world

through Your eyes Lord.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

God's kindness




Evidence of God's kindness

to me.


Wednesday, March 24, 2010

"Dancing around dark corners"

We're living in Hope!


This is the day that our son was born



William White

The little tiny boy


who in his own right


has changed my world


Forever
Holding him


was hard


but it was something


I had to do.


I remember as he was


being born they laid

him on my stomach and I longed


for air to fill his lungs and


hear his cries.


But it was only my cries that I


heard that day.


I held my son and wept.


I could only hold him


in small portions because


he was so perfect that


I would forget that he


was gone.

The last time

I held him I knew it would

be the last time I would

see him until..

...


The way home was so long.

Facing Williams brothers

and sisters was not easy.

Lots of tears. Lots of questions.


Planning a funeral

watching my beloved husband

make hard decisions for us.

I couldn't

Walking out days

that I wonder now how

I even got out of bed.

...

One year later I'm

Trusting in God

Having Hope

Believing

never

forgetting

that I will

see the little boy

again..

and until then

I will dance around

dark corners

trusting in tomorrows

I cannot see.

...

Trusting in the One

God who knows



Happy Birthday baby Willy


born and died on


March 25th, 2009




“Hope and despair are not opposites. They are cut from the very same cloth, made from the very same material, shaped from the very same circumstances. Most of all, every life finds itself forced to choose one from the other, one day at a time, one circumstance after another. The only difference between the two is that despair shapes an attitude of mind; hope creates a quality of soul. Despair colors the way we look at things, makes us suspicious of the future, makes us negative about the present. Hope, on the other hand, takes life on its own terms, knows that whatever happens God lives in it, and expects that, whatever its twists and turns, it will ultimately yield its good to those who live it well. When tragedy strikes, when trouble comes, when life disappoints us, we stand at the crossroads between hope and despair, torn and hurting. Despair cements us in the present; hope sends us dancing around dark corners trusting in a tomorrow we cannot see. Despair says that there is no place to go but here. Hope says that God is waiting for us someplace else. Begin again.”

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Was it a mistake? Or a reminder?



A mistake of the hand?
I made one too many

A reminder of the heart?

When we saw an empty place

more than a few tears dropped

on our new table.

I promise

that as long as I live and

have another breath in me

and there are orphans in the world

we will always have extra.


So to all of you who ask the question

"will you adopt again?"

the answer is always going to be
Yes
because of
James 1v27
Religion that God our Father
accepts as pure and faultless is
this: to look after orphans and widows
in their distress and to keep oneself
form being polluted by the world.

Until....

Until tomorrow I'll say good-bye

I'll miss you until

you're back with my heart.

Until then

I will live life making disciples for the Lord

Jesus Christ.

Not playing it safe

but risking it all.


Until...

Monday, March 22, 2010

lessons from the farm

They fit only for alittle while

They wait,
he's coming.
Supper cooking,
Tummies hungry.
I'm able to feed them,
to comfort, to make their
world right as rain.
Their tiny feet standing
in my window sill
waiting for their father,
together. Their life knitted side by side.
One day I can see myself looking back, hair gray, my world changed by the time that doesn't stop and wondering how they all fit so perfectly in the front window of my living room and missing the little people who once stood looking out in the darkness waiting for the head-lights that would make their world perfect!
My memories may one day be faded but I remember now that they fit for only a season and I will not allow it to go unnoticed then.
I noticed and I shall remember always.
Note to self:
I will miss these days

Saturday, March 20, 2010

They're cleaning the window of my soul!



They spray and wipe



I smile



They stop and laugh



I 'm watching



They do a job and make it look fun



I'm learning



They spray and wipe



and rub



and fill my soul



with such joy



Just by watching



them be boys!




I love being a part



of their adventure.














Friday, March 19, 2010

Wondering Why?





I get to be her mom!

Thursday, March 18, 2010

To Josie

Dear Josie Clarie,
I want to help you to grow as beautiful
as God meant you to be when
He thought of you first.
George MacDonald

I want to always see you
through the eyes of your Creator.

I love you all the way to the moon and back again

Mommie

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Is your first thought in the morning ...

"How Best Might I serve My Lord this day?"


We get caught up, covered up in ourselves.

Forgetting

so many around us

could use a little help

to make their load lighter,

happier,

freer to do the things

the Lord requires of them.


A family called

to serve

needing some hands

to serve them..


10 families gave

a day, 10 hours, to fix,

mend, and help.


Will your first thought be

"How can I serve in the mission

field around my home?"

Why must we forget the missionaries

that live within reach??
To the Travers Family, thank you
for serving the Lord and our families.
It was a blessing for us to serve you.
We love you guys!







Little hands making sure the food was good..
















































































































































Thank you Brodock women for serving while you kept the twins..
They miss you!



Monday, March 15, 2010

Lessons From the Farm

Dear Children,

If we remember that all the trees of earth are marked for the woodman's axe, we will not be so ready to build our nest in them. We should love but we should love with the love that expects death and that reckons upon separation. Our dear relations are simply loaned to us and the hour when we must return them to the lender's hand may be sooner than we think.

Charles Spurgeon

Build a nest but remember, He gave you and continues to give you, all things.
He is the owner.
You are only borrowing from Him.
I learned this lesson most when we lost William a year ago. My heart wrenched when I realized
that William was not mine to keep.

I wish I, as your mother, could tell you that hard times would not come your way. That hard days would not knock on your door. I wish I could tell you that you would not ever cry over loss but if I'm being honest
I would tell you that the hard times, the times when you lose much, God is gently prying your grip on the things of this world.
I will never forget you brother and the lessons I learned..
learning to live without him.
My prayer for each of you is that you never forget the lessons we
learned on the farm as we gave back something that was
never ours to begin with.
Remember to
Love much but
hold loosely.
love,
mom

remembering William Charlie White born March 25th 2009

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Raising men to ride the river with.


I can hear them making the sounds of war and guns and I have to admit I love those sounds. The vibrating lips shooting the bad guys that only little boys can imitate. The setting up of a strategic hiding place so you don't get shot.
The little cowboy men spread out over my kitchen table and my little brown eyed men playing pretend.
Playing the good cowboy and sometimes playing the bad cowboy in which mama cowgirl comes riding in saying "you don't want to be the bad guy."
"You want to be the kinda cowboy that is protecting, defending,honoring... Facing evil and calling it evil and then defending righteousness..."
I love having my cowboys around.
I love when:
1.They all stand at their places at the table until me and their sisters sit down.
2.They pull my chair out for me to sit
3.While fighting an out of control brush fire my 8 year old screamed over the flames
"mom you go rest, we've got this."
4.They always bring me a blanket just in case I get cold
5.Always open my car doors
6.Excuse themselves from the lunch table and when asked why
their response "because daddy says it's rude to burp in front of a lady."
I love love love having a houseful of modern day cowboys..
I feel like a queen around all these guys and I feel like the luckiest most blessed
mother of the roughest, toughest,thoughtful cowboys around.
Thanks to their papa who thinks training them to love and respect
their mama and sisters is a command rather than an option out in our
part of dodge.
So to all my cowboys,
I love you guys
remember:
Always be a man to ride the river with.

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