Wednesday, September 26, 2012

talking about my girls..


Waking up with barely a cup of coffee in me, I stumble upon this little splash of sunshine on my little girls. I love the sun and I love the way she makes me notice. Notice their legs and how long they've gotten lately. How their clothes are warm to the touch and how inviting our breakfast table looks with the sunbeams laying on top.


The sun..last night we took a ride across the pasture to watch her go down and it was the most beautiful sunset I think I've ever witnessed. We sat there until she fell deeper and deeper into the bottom of the earth. All the kids yelling, "no Sun don't leave-- not yet!" and their faces lit up as she disappeared and I told her goodnight and we'd see her in the morning... I drove back with faces smiling in my rear view mirror as we all knew we just witnessed something special. A gift. 



I also love the light from the 3 little candles that stood  on top of their farm birthday cake. It glows in their eyes and I honestly can't believe they're 3 already. Totally potty trained which I thought would never happen..:) and obsessive about their pink cowgirl boots. They put them in front of their beds and we have to slowly take them off at night with promises of putting them on again in the morning.





Yes, ummm her pants are on backwards..she dressed herself


I can't write a post about all my girls without mentioning Rosebud. Her beautiful eyes watch me as I walk this farm and I never ever could believe the beauty and love that I could have for a cow.
  


and for cowgirl boots on a fence I'm just saying



and my two best cow hands;)Just kidding guys..Yes, Channie is dressed like an Egyptian?? You learn not to ask..


Yep, the daylight keeps us busy and the daylight keeps me
noticing the everyday beauty all around me.The clothes on the line blowing in the wind. The fresh baked bread and the smell of fall.
 Thank you Lord for letting us live here. Thank you for letting my children grow up in the lush green pastures and beautiful sunsets that we call our home on this farm. And thank you for these amazing girls in my life and the privilege of working along side them while the sun is up.


Tuesday, September 25, 2012

My ponderings





I read the following words this morning:
To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven;
Eccl. 3: 1-10
Joy is so hard to come by these days. It's seems as though everyone, myself included, complains about the very things that prepare us and grow us in our walk through this foreign land.
This land is foreign we seem to forget we're strangers here only passing through and yet we settle in thinking this is our world.
The days of our lives are in the hands of God. The sleepless nights with crying babies are from the hands of our Lord. The grace to keep silent when I want to scream is only there because He helped me. When I don't do what I know I should do He's not surprised. He is God and He knows. I hide from him like Eve hid from Him in the garden but He calls to me. He knows what I've done and He wants me to come stand before Him.   

We all want control and we fight for it like a fish fights the line of a hook and bait but ultimately the results of all our endeavors are completely in the hands of God.

It's comforting somehow to know that this very morning and this very day has been ordained by my Father. I can rest. I can smile when things seem overwhelming or frustrating. It is a season but I'm slowly learning that it's not the season necessarily, it's what I learn during the season that matters.



Sunday, September 23, 2012

The Heartbeat



I always intend to love like it's the last time but the running around and busyness gets me. Its stops me and I end up letting moments of someone elses life slip by unnoticed
and therefore giving up my right to ever revisit that smile or that moment in time when she exhaled.

I know that I and all my precious children and husband have but
moments on this soil, on this farm, in this world and I don't want to miss one simple heartbeat.

Therefore choosing to live this day in the midst of the heartbeats of all that I love. 





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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

The Twins

The Twins
September 19, 2012
Happy Birthday 

The point of view of my life living with these two crazy 3 year olds is
just amazing. I never expected them you know? I was planning on something
different for my life. Maybe a little boy with blonde hair and brown eyes like
his brothers but in his stead I get two energetic twins who have done more than I ever thought possible to show me God's glory and His grace.
I don't deserve them in the least. And I guess that's why I remind myself often
that The Lord didn't have to wrap them up and deliver them to our door, my door.
I'm undeserving.
They are beautiful and they are full of life.
They are daughters of the King and I feel like Mary sometimes.
Why me Lord? It is a pleasure and a joy to carry your daughters.
I watch them grow and I am reminded of their birth mom.
They have her sweet smile.
They smile a lot.
They also cry a lot. They're emotional and play off each other like two wild cats.
They're dramatic with their love with their boo-boos, with anything that touches their world.  
They're slightly bow-legged and one of them stutters when she
talks.They wake up in the middle of the night and sneak in bed with
their sister. She says she doesn't mind because one day they will not rustle covers and put cold feet on her. One runs her bare feet down long black hallways
to her brothers room and sleeps with him. He doesn't mind. 
They suck their thumbs and rub their belly-buttons at the same time.
They cry when you do their hair and love cowboy boots?!
They walk this farm with me and cry at every single ant bed they see and
cow patties send them into hysterics. Bugs of any origin are not their friend.
They study people and will not go to anybody they don't feel comfortable around.
They're not shy, just cautious. I like that about them now. I used to let it worry me
or get upset with them because they didn't greet everyone with a hug but
the Lord has taught me through this that they are who He made them and they
know who they like to be around.
 One loves to cook (Ellie) and the other (Josie) loves to help clean.      
They go together so easily it makes you want to be a twin.
It makes you want to be in their world because their language is so much cooler than ours. They understand each other.
They burp at the same time. Go to the bathroom at the same time and often say
the same thing at the same time. They love Alabama football.
They will sit through the entire game yelling and pulling for the Tide.
 My kind of girls.

Ellie was looking out the window and Taylor whispered,
"whatcha thinking about?"
She said, "my birthday cake".
It makes you want to run out and buy the biggest cake ever.
So we did.

We are celebrating their life and we are celebrating our life with them in it.

I whisper, "Thank you Lord for 3 beautiful years!"






Thursday, September 13, 2012

Day's end.



There is a moment in my day when the light is perfect. The sun comes streaming through my little piece of heaven, glistening on mailboxes and letters written by my best friend/oldest daughter. That sun...she shines on skin and my plants and I walk into her every morning, eyes squinting but knowing my way on the path.


The sun coming and making her way into my morning as I sip my coffee and holding babies. I want to be like her (the sun) bringing light into a dark world. Teaching, loving, light bringing to my children. Making their world sparkle and glisten. I want them to recognize God everywhere. In the sunset, in the sunrise, in the rain. I want them to love looking through their world and loving the view regardless. I know I do. 



There is a moment in my day when I drop everything and grabbing keys to my old farm truck and loading the crowd of squealing kids and driving around the sun sparkling farm and watch her leave for the day. Watching the wind blow their hair and watching their faces as the sun dips into her glitter bucket one last time for the day and painting them a nice golden glow color. That is my favorite part of the day, in that old truck. Window rolled down driving through hay fields. Simple living..drinking from jars, an old one eye dog who lives with us and trees that are climbed everyday.
And the Sun.  


Coming home and racing to the house and they all make me promise to do it again tomorrow. I pinky promise I'll take you to the sun again and let you tell her goodnight. If you pinky promise not to grow tired of driving around in the back of my old pickup. They all promise they won't but we all know they will and I'll be taking that old truck up hay fields by myself one day and saying goodnight to the sun and looking in the back and remembering that this was my favorite part of the day.  



Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Heavy Flowers


I sit and swing and watch her as she handles the heavy flowers. The beautiful flowers.
She gets wet as she runs to bring them back to cover. I try to tell her that getting rained on is a good thing for the flowers but she being Ellie, needs to bring them in. 


 I have been so busy lately just trying to do all the things that need to be done that I have
forgotten that the rain during the hard times is good for me. The rain produces deep roots
that fair well in strong winds. I remember this.
Little flowers never worry when the rain begins to blow
because if it never ever rained then they would never ever grow.
The strongest storms bring to life the most beautiful flowers.
Your strongest trial will bring to life the most beautiful of you.
Hard to believe. 
Parenting is difficult but you must travel the path and when that day comes
when you look back, you will wish that you could go back and do things differently.


Our children like people who like them.
Our children are drawn to the people who love them in their life.
Children are simple like that.
They smile at me, they hug me. They love being around me.
I love them and they KNOW it. 
I believe parents overreact and don't stop and realize

that a boy who jumps and rolls and fidgets is just being a normal boy. Don't shame him and yell at him or get frustrated with him.

 Love him because if you don't you will one day wish you did.
Because one day that little boy will find someone who loves him for just being him
and he will leave you and he will not return to a bitter heart.
We're just human like that we stay around those who make us feel
good and who take the time to find out who we are underneath it all.



We tend to think that our children will not notice us not loving them 
by constantly nagging and yelling at them. Our kids know who's face
lights up when they walk in the room. We have to stop and accept them for who
God made them and then love them as God commanded us to.  

Love thy neighbor as thy self.

 Love.

I know the times are racing and the troubles thick but if you need to
reevaluate your life and decide what it is that is causing you to sin against your
neighbor then you must do that quickly.

Your neighbor is that little blonde headed boy that
pokes his feet in your back when he sleeps with you.
Your neighbor is that little girl who refuses to take a nap or the little
guy with the upset stomach.
Your neighbor as a mom should be your children.
I'm surrounded by neighbors and learning to love when love seems
hard or impossible is humbling. When you go before the Lord because
you have no friends who understand and you lay at His feet and he 
gently catches each tear and puts them in a bottle.
When you ride out a storm and you look around for just one person
to ride that storm out with you and you see only judgmental people
through the rain you cry out to the maker, the one who calms the seas and
He will give you direction.  


I sip my hot tea and listen to the rain and wait for her.
I wait for her to bring in all the beautiful flowers and when she's
not looking I put them back out so they can grow.

Love hard today.... breathe deep and look out across it all and
choose to love them just because
God said to.

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