Eyes of Wonder

It's only a game

 

The children, were kindly and thoughtfully, given the gift of a game, by a dear friend. It arrived in the mail one cold, late Winter day, and that very afternoon, James, Rosie, Joseph, Julia, and Chubb, pulled it out of it's box, read up a bit on the instructions, and then dove in headlong and began to play. I too, got in on the action (which would in fact be a bit of an understatement, as to what was actually going on once things got rolling along.) but, in short order decided to "jump ship" and go for my camera instead. Though they (yes, indeed), were having so incredibly much fun, I, was (undoubtedly) having ten times as much fun, watching them. I was especially happy, because the pictures that I got were the perfect gift, in return, for the gift of the game. I don't think anything could have said thank-you, more truly and sincerely.

I was going to pick and choose a good number of the photos from among those that I took, to share here, but, it seems (to me, in my incredibly biased opinion, as their mother, you know) that it's just way more fun, and "wish you could have been there, larger than life", looking at them all, one following another, in this slideshow, right on over here.

And, since we're on the subject of fun, I thought it might also be fun, if any of you (and, I know you do) have a favorite game or more that your family really enjoys playing, and you might like to leave a note and share what the game/or games are, and why you like them, with everyone that comes by. I would really appreciate it, and I'm sure others would, too. Our family loves to play games (though, I'm oft' times having the most fun being the quietly, off-to-the-side, lowly photographer, playing the game/s vicariously through everyone else, remember?), but I'll not share our favorites here, in hopes that some of you might share yours. I think it would also be great to see that so many of us probably share many of the same favorite games, in common.

All right, well, in case no one happens to notice, (somewhat wildly waving my hands in the air to get your attention) I am going to go right on ahead and make mention of the fact, that I am in fact, doing that very amazing thing (for me as a blogger, these days, it seems) that I made reference to yesterday, and blogging (are you listening to this?? ;o) two days in a row! Should I (dare) make some similar mention of the possibility of doing so again, *tomorrow* (or, okay, next week, or even the week after that ;o)? Mmmmm.....perhaps best not, hunh? May be best I just be quiet and inwardly glad about the (albeit, mini, in the scheme of things, I know. I know) "miracle" of today. I guess, though, truth is, that if yesterday I "dipped my big toe in the blogging waters", today, I am certainly "up to my ankles". Which means, I do have a long way to go, before I'm "in over my head". So, you never know, about tomorrow ;o) Just sayin'. If you guys don't understand a word of what I just said, that's okay. It's not you, it's me. I've been up since 2:30 am, it's now 7:15. Smile. I am aware of the fact that I'm not the easiest gal to follow when I'm on a roll. And since I said so, you can feel free to nod in agreement, without feeling that you're putting me down. Grin.

Well, it appears that it's going to be a lazy (lazy, because I got up at 2:30am) gray day, today, as the sun is hidden away in a cloud-filled sky from which rain, is on again, off again, falling. A quiet day, after the off and away busyness of yesterday. A day for lighting some candles and the oil lamps, listening to lovely music, cooking up some deliciousness in the kitchen with the girls, while we likewise do this and that of the every Saturday morning (and sometimes early afternoon) big(ger than the other days of the week ;o) cleaning. And, no doubt, a bit later in the day, some popcorn will be popped, buttered, and crowned with a sprinkling of salt, and (drumroll......) yes.....(for those beautiful incredibles among you that are [somehow managing] to read my foggy mind) you guessed it, we'll bring out the games (that last bit was intended as a clever wrap-up to this post ;o).

And (this can be like a closing commercial) let us not forget, it's yard/jumble/garage/tag sale time (unless you're in Australia, poor souls, but there are always the thrift/OP shops, eh?) which is the best time to get your games, for cheap, cheap, cheap. So, do share your favorites, if and as time allows.

Thanks for all of your sweet notes, of yesterday. I enjoyed reading them, here alone in the near darkness, while everyone else was in bed, where they (and I) ought to have been (but wasn't). And, for those that asked/and hoped for me, yes, it was a nice day yesterday. Beautiful, weather-wise, and otherwise. We stopped at a couple of yard sales and found a few treasures (but I don't have them in a Flickr slideshow, yet, or you know, I'd send you there to see them ;o) and, especially, really enjoyed our time, together, and with Ada, and her littlest babe, Anna. But, it sure did, as it always does, feel so very good to be back home, at the end of the long and busy day, away.

Now, off to do all that I said I was going to do (on that little bit of sleep I told you that I got).

Lovingly, Jewels

"Live in each season as it passes;

breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each. Let them be your only diet, drink, and botanical medicines".

Henry David Thoreau

I thought I'd come by for an early morning hello, after a good long while away. It's beautiful here. Very much so. This morning, the sun's once again shining intensely warm and bright, after a couple of gray days of here and there blustery winds and stormy rain. I'm hoping to get things squared away and make my way out the door and to my 3 mile walk of the road, soon.

I've been walking nearly every day again, enjoying the time with either Rosie, or Julia, while the other kindly stays back at home, to tend to the little ones and hold down the fort 'til we return. The couple of days back, before the rain set in for a time, seemed to be the official turning point of Spring having come, to stay. I walked along with Julia, and the beauty that met us was so profound that we spoke barely a word our entire walk. Lushest greens in every shade. Apple trees in blossom on either side, so lovely. Their scent so sweet. Marsh Marigold (perhaps you've seen it, too), in cheerful profusion. A chorus of bird song (neighborly friendly and singing in perfect harmony), rising and falling, steadily all along our way. The sky, a vast expanse of "Raleigh scattering" bluest of blue, not a cloud to be found. I closed my eyes tightly, like a little girl with not a care in the world, face upturned softly kissed by the sun, breathing in through my nose...... a chest full of that singularly delicious Springtime air. Drinking in every single drop of the too-good-to-be-true wonder, all around. It was magical. It really was. More than a few of those, "Time out of mind", must be heavenly, illuminated moments, that you wish you could capture and take away with you, to hold for always.

James, and Joseph, (and their good buddy, Rudy) built a  nice big greenhouse  as soon as the ground was warm enough to  work, and it's now filled to overflowing with good things.

There are some more photos of James plowing the upper field with the horses, here, for those that have the time and would like to see them. It's continually amazing to me, how very uniquely different even the children of one family can be from one another. People overall, really. How special that it's so. I always pray that I'll hold my own hopes and dreams and plans for each of my children ever so loosely, allowing them to blossom and become just who it is that God created them to be.

I find that I'm so strong in what I believe, in what I like and love and enjoy. And, it seems the more naturally, gently, softly-in-love, that I share--as friend to friend--the more closely my dear children listen, hear and attend to what it is that I have to say, yet still freely journey along each on their own way, of individualism, and in time step-by-step, on into adulthood. It really is a day-by-day becoming and letting go, as they, and we, make our way. Such a wondrous thing.

Though everyone joins in and shares in just about everything, homestead-wise, around here, there are definitely some strong bents one way or otherwise, inside and out of each one of the children. Wesley, has his own computer-based business, that has allowed him, Claire, and the girls, to live wherever they like (which is, thankfully, just down the road from us. And, from Claire's wonderful parents, Jim and Linda, as well.). Joseph, would have so similar rumblings to Wesley, inside, and is blessed to work for and learn from, Wesley. That, think, think, think, and sit in that chair and think some more type of wiring. While James, on the other hand, though he loves to read, read, read, cannot be bound to the computer, or even the house, for any length of time at all. He loves being outdoors--in the extreme. Loves, wide open spaces, fresh air and sunshine, cold of winter, heat of summer. Organic farming, has been so delightfully the very thing, for him.

I watched, through the eyes of a mother's heart, (the day I took the photos of him plowing.....a friendly hello and thank-you, Mark) which filled with tears, as he looked to be the very definition of contentment, to me. He was in his element, and his joy seemed to know no bounds. What a precious thing when the work of our hands, and minds, is a sweet pleasure to us and not a burden, as our true God-given bents and giftings are what are employed. This, is what I pray for each of my children, in His way, in His time.

Our days continue to flow along the steady same, comfortably familiar stream, of early rising, breakfast together, then chores, and farewells for those that are to be off and away for the day. Some table time, and lots of reading with the little ones, while the older ones study, for the most part, independently on their own. The garden is in full swing. Baby goats being born, being bottle-fed, hugged and lugged, sprawled out sunning themselves on the back porch landing, and occasionally bumbling and tumbling in through the back door, with a jumble of carelessfree little ones. Doors and windows are opened wide with freshest air and sunlight streaming through. So nice. Bread's in the oven most every morning, buttered and enjoyed as soon as it's pulled out of the oven, with enough left over for lunch, and again, for supper time, for those that might like it. Good hard work, good food,  endless gifted bouquets in mason jars, good books, good conversation, good friends and kind neighbors.

I thought I'd share a couple of the simplest poems that I wrote, not too long ago--for the little ones to memorize--as those first gifts of the rumblings of Spring were beginning to stir in my own heart.

Spring's Song, and Spring's Dance.

Spring's Song 

********** 

Somewhat sleepy, still

Spring is yawning awake.

There is so much to do

That can no longer wait.

Birdsong, bud-swell,

Bluest sky,

Dark, rich earth,

Infused with her wonder,

Warmth bringing re-birth.

As slowly with grace,

Legs swung over the bed

She stretches her arms

Up above her head.

She smiles.

She sings.

It's the loveliest song,

That we all have been waiting for

Cold winter long.

She slips into her sweater
And wraps it 'round tight,

But, as she keeps singing

The sky fills with light.

As the days each grow longer

She goes later to bed.

And, she's tired, but pleased,

For with pleasure she's been

Working hard at her play,

Her toil her delight,

The fruit of her labors

Such a magical sight.

At this point, I must take pause and say, not only was "Spring" still snuggly wrapped 'round in her sweater, but was still donning her striped tights, as well. This said, I'm happy to report that I am beyond-a-shadow-of-a-doubt certain, that she has at long last shed them both, and is now running at full-tilt, bare-armed, bare-legged, and bare-footed, through the tall green grass (which will this very day, be cut, it's so long) having set all in motion, with much of her most difficult work now behind her and done.

 
And, this next poem....

Though we are not Amish (which I only mention, because a dear friend told me that the blog can have a feel to it which somewhat gives that impression ;o), we do live in an Amish community, so, many of our friends/and neighbors *being* Amish, we do have alot of day-to-day involvement with them.

This said, James, and Joseph, were busy one early spring day, on the next road over from ours, working with their dearest Amish friend, Rudy, taking down a great big old barn, and silo. Rosie and I, were heading out for the day, on our weekly off and away shopping trip, and had to stop by so she could discuss something with the guys. I stayed back in the van with the little ones, and while I waited I sat quietly by and watched as a young Amish friend walked on ahead and down the road.

It was one of the very first warm days in farewell of Winter (that was to "smile upon us" with snowfall, several more times, again, before all was finally said and done) though not yet Spring, and the promise of new life, in just poked out burgeoning emergence, and to come, was palpable. He was about 10 years old and had a truly carefree  heart, as light as a feather--this in itself was so precious to see. The quiet country road was a long rolling ribbon stretching out before him, and as he made his solitary way along, he stepped merrily, not merely ahead, but back and forth as well, bobbing in dancing, swinging his arms wide. I watched him go for about 5 blissful minutes--suspended in time, until he came, all too soon, to the crest of a hill and finally disappeared to the other side. Rosie, climbed back into the van, mid-stream, and I shushed her, and drew her attention to what was to be the sweetest gifting of the day. I wiped tears away. We both smiled wide. I'm sure I bit my lip, my tell-tale expression of overly much soft feeling, inside. These words are the simplest littlest remembrance of that loveliest of late Winter giving way to early Spring, days.

Spring's Dance

***********

Spring, winked at me,

And smiled, today,

As a young Amish boy

Was makin' his way,

Down the long country road, finally free of snow,

Carefree in childhood, not a worry or woe.

Bent knees, swinging arms.

Bobbing, dancing, he strode.

And, again for those that have time and inclination, Just a few random photos of life, here at home. This fine day, in Spring. If I took the time to put all the photos on the post this morning, I wouldn't be walking, (and, shortly after that I have to head out shopping for the day) and this post, most likely, wouldn't be. ;o) Just "sticking my big toe back in the blogging waters". Wish me well.

Thanks, so very much, for all of your sweet notes in the comments and emails. Thanks for the thoughtful, loving, Easter and Mother's Day notes, and occasional notes of caring concern. You're very kind. I will be sure and post as often as life allows. Thanks for being so understanding of the fact that it seems it sometimes just doesn't too often. I miss sharing and visiting as often as I might like, but am grateful for the time that I am able to do both. The seasons are ever and always changing, and it is my true desire to  "Live in each season as it passes", fully and well.

I hope that each of you, and yours, have a beautiful day, today, and each day, until I "see you" again (and, you never know, it could [far more amazing things have happened] even be tomorrow ;o).
The Lord bless you and keep you.

Thanks, for the time and thought that you take, in sending your friendly hellos. I appreciate and enjoy each one, so much.

Lovingly, Jewels

P.S. It feels so strange to be hitting publish, with only 3 photos on the post. I just don't do such things, (c'mon, you can say it) do I?  Wink and a smile.

And, that said, well, hey.....I guess I'll pop on this last photo, recently taken of, from left to right, Rosie, James, Joseph, and Wesley--deep in thought (each apparently, about something different and somewhere else. Interesting, I know :o). Just what, and why they would, each one, have these particular(ly) sour-ish expressions on their faces, I do not know. Smile. What I did find interesting to note (which I haven't ever had occasion to take note of before) is the fact that each of the brothers are standing, nearly identically, positioned the very same, weight on left leg, right leg shot out to the side ;o) Though Rosie, it seems, all girl through-and-through, has taken to doing her own thing, of the hand on hip while standing on one leg variety (which she so often does, and would apparently have in common with, hmmmm.....who what would it be?? A stork? A crane? Flamingo?  ;o) I will hasten to add, in publicly pointing out her uniqueness, that I can only imagine, that it requires some very real (and God-given) talent, to stand thus, especially with your hand on your hip, while in deepest thought over "whatever".

Well, If I'm really going to be going, I'd better get goin' off and out for my walk, because when that's done, it's back, and time to set to packing everyone up for our big day away shopping (as the "country mouse goes to the city", you know). Our Amish friend, Ada, (who happens to be, the dear Rudy's, dear wife) will be going along with us. I'm feeling those happy rumblings inside, of, *it's going to be a really great day* ;o)

So, that said, I am now

really, for surely,

going....
going....
gone....

Jewels

"To laugh often and much...

to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded."
Ralph Waldo Emerson

To me, today,

Peace, is watching snow fall steadily and heavily from the sky, while curled up warm beside the heat of the woodstove.

Joy, is a gathering of children of any age/s, baking cookies....

sledding....

playing chess, risk, monopoly, scrabble, or mad gab...

building with blocks... 

playing in dollhouses...

dressing up...

playing "little house"...

washing and drying dishes...

discussing...

making the rising and falling, happy noise, of children being children.

Contentment, is reading through a large stack of picture books with little ones pressed in around me, on all sides.

Prayer, is being cocooned with the very One that made me, knows me, and loves me, best, because He lives inside of me.....

having only to think, and in doing so, be not only heard, but understood, better than I could ever understand myself.....

a letting go of every care that threatens to hold my mind and heart captive, in yesterday or tomorrow, keeping you from today.

Peace, is reading in the quiet by the light of the oil lamps in the evenings.

Sadness, is being separated from friends.

Grace, is a cyclamen plant in bloom, fully extending it's butterflied wings.

Silence, is watching waterdrops fall from the tips of icecicles, one-by-one-by-one, along the eave's edge.

Comfort, is the sound and the feel of being nestled, soft and warm, in down pillows and duvets when tired, tired, tired, after a full and busy day....

hot milk and honey....

oyster stew for breakfast.

Love, is something someone said, or did, or made, and gave to me.

Fun, is drinking in the faces, laughter and unbridled movement, of children being children, unreservedly....

staying up late with others and the resulting laid-back giddyness. 

Laughter, is seeing inside of a person in their delightedness...

talking to my dad on the phone...

remembering a happy moment, that's replayed in my mind again and again and again, just for smiling.

Warmth, is holding a hand, kissing a cheek, exchanging smiles through tender eyes...

sharing with another, saying much with little.

Satisfaction, is writing a poem...

taking a photo, that captured what I saw and felt...

a pot of soup simmering on the stove, bread in the oven and the delightful smell of what's to come filling the house....

having a long talk with someone dear--who's becoming dearer.

Sadness, is feeling a child grieve a loss....

being judged harshly by one who knows little to nothing.

Joy, is the green grass and barefeet of summer....

warm sun on my face, soft wind in my hair--that I'm dreamin' of....

a surprise...

seeing someone I've long missed, reaching out and holding them close for the first time in so long.

Creativity, is doing some kind of wonderful--my very own, with whatever I have in my hand.

Beauty, is stained glass illumated by light.....

any and every one, when they smile....

wrongs forgiven and laid to rest, with love and life in relationship restored...

frosty-ice-loveliness, on our old farmhouse winter windows.

Burden, is carrying something crushing, painful, and difficult, though it's too heavy for me, rather than giving it over to, and leaving it with, God.

Confusion, is trying to understand what someone is saying when it hurts.

Delicious, is a frosted cake that my daughter made, without any recipes.....

a just picked red radish or tomato ....

a summer salad with flowers, all from the garden we're enjoyedly planning....

too-quickly-melting ice cream cones, on a hot summer day, that with the above will also come.....

the taste, smell, and feel, of a baby.

Happiness, is going on an excursion, to somewhere new and unexplored...

running, as fast as I can....

stretching my legs forward, pulling them back, swinging as high as I can on a swing...

the magical, singular, sights, smells and sounds of spring, summer, and fall, after the long slumber of winter.

Loneliness, is keeping a joy or sorrow all to myself...

quiet, for too long... 

no one to share in the book I've just read or film I've just seen...

 anyone living without, or with very little, affectionate expressed through touch...

seeing elderly dear ones, not often enough visited in nursing homes. 

Gentleness, is the feel of my child's warm breath on my face, during sweet sleep in the dark of night...

holding a little child's hand...

a whisper in my ear (like the twin's I love yous)...

letting the love of a mother heart flow out through my being...

holding my baby that has just emerged from my womb--for the very first time (a forever-held rememberance, times 10)...

a nursing baby at my breast...

saying hard things to another, compassionately, tenderly, with tears.

Nausea, is seeing someone hurting...

almost hitting a deer...

saying something that I wish with every fiber of my being that I hadn't said, and knowing I can never take it back...  

getting lost in an unlit, unfamiliar, area, far out in the country, in the dark of night.

Comfort, is being known, understood, and accepted, still...

a favorite shawl wrapped 'round my shoulders...

a comfy rocking chair...

ugg boots (perfect and like new, for only $1.00. my very size) toasty, warming my feet in the dark and cold of early winter morning, when the fire's gone low...

reading a book beside the fire while a snow storm whirls and swirls, howling, just outside my door.

Contentment, is intense sunlight streaming through the window on a cold winter's day, warming me through and through, from the outside in.

Heartache, is seemingly, everlasting (while it lasts) judgement, misunderstandings, and unforgiveness.

Discouragment, is meeting with the seemingly, immovable, inalterable, within another, for reasons unknown or if known, not at all easily understood.

and peace, is the letting go, letting alone, and letting be, in rest, while God does what He does--on the inside, of me, and everyone else--as only He can. In His love, causing all things to work together for good, in His time and way.

Singing, is the music of each and every one that touches and combinedly/collectively, fill my life and the moments of it's every day at home and away, through words spoken and written, that they do and do not say.

Honesty, is what's truly deep down inside of me, that I only say to another when I have been given the gift of the freedom to do so.

Perfection, is the illusion that threatens to strip me of my life-formed character, and growth and freedom in process, and keep me from simply being, me, who I am and how I am, right now, today.

Pretending, is what I don't do well, when I don't feel safe or accepted, and curl up small inside, trying to hide because I'm not sure how to be someone else.

Fascination, is the marveling over the countless jewels scattered along the path of every single day, free for the taking...

hearing, my-very-own-child-within-my-very-own-body's heartbeat, for the very first time--through tears...

hearing someone's life's story, for the very first time--through laughter and tears...

being the recipient of the gifts of a giving-while-expecting-nothing-in-return heart...

the winter's first snowfall... 

a springtime nest full of baby birds. The listening, the watching through childlike eyes (that I'm so looking forward to discovering, and experiencing the wonder of, once again) .

Friendship, is giving, and giving, and giving some more...

being loved for who and what, and in spite of who and what, I am....

thinking the best and hoping the best....

entrusting and entrustment of a heart....

making mistakes and trying again....

saying I'm sorry.....

being forgiven.....

hearing I'm sorry.....

and, saying I forgive you....

good food, good conversation, music, tears and laughter.....

shared full, loud, and busy, days and late nights, and some quietness, too, over and through, years and years and years.

We just enjoyed a special visit with our dear friends, Scott and Bonnie, and 7 of their 9 children (and we sure missed the other 2 :o). We've been friends since before any of us were married, which means we've been friends for a good long while--grin. Though we use to live near-er to each other, there are more than a few miles between us, now. We hadn't seen them in over a year, and the last time we saw them, was during-and thoughout our big move. Scott, and a couple of the boys, actually helped pack and move--driving about an hour and a half to get to our old home, and then about 6 hours or more to get here, to the new home. Lots of driving, and lots of snow and cold. Meanwhile, Bonnie, held down *their* fort (while caring for some of her own little ones that were sick) and, had some of our guys who were making their way back and forth (from old home to new, again and again) stop in for some good food and fellowship and motherly care. There are no words to describe the sensitive, kind and caring, immeasurable, help they were to us--from start to finish. Such a gift. So, though Scott had been here way back then, Bonnie and some of the children hadn't.

So, this visit began on Thursday. They arrived just in time for supper and stayed up until Sunday morning. What a sweet time of fellowship it was. A blast. Long, full days and late nights, of all things most meaningful in relationship, for the youngest to the oldest. Our dear friends, Mike and Lori, came with their 4 dear children and joined us on Friday night. And, of course, Wesley and Claire, Josie and Bug, got in on the action, too. What a great time we had. It's really hard to believe that it was all over--and everyone was here and gone--so soon. Even harder to believe that Bonnie and I were capable of both walking out the door with our families to our respective vehicles, everyone dressed and fed by 10 am on Sunday morning, following those late nights and full and busy days. Isn't that amazing! We've known Scott and Bonnie since before we were married, and neither time nor space would allow me to say what a huge blessing they have been to our entire family, and in how many ways, throughout that time. We love them dearly, and thank the Lord for the priceless gift of their friendship(and that of Mike and Lori, and Wesley and Claire, and all of the precious children, too). God is so good. I love him.

I thought that we could enjoy another visit, this time through the window of Scott and Bonnie's stay.

The many sweet faces, of friendship...

"Father Time" (aka Uncle Scott :o)

Aunt Bonnie ("Father Time's" beloved)

And, all of these lovely, snowy, outdoor photos, were taken by Uncle Scott, while I was snugged warm inside the house, visiting with Aunt Bonnie ;o) Thanks, Uncle Scott.

And, another great Scott shot...

Thanks again, for taking the time to come by, and especially for the gift to me of your friendly, loving, notes and letters, and the sharing of your thoughts and hearts and families--through your own blogs, for those of you that have them. I hope that you're well. I'd just like to say, too, that you can always feel free to send me a prayer request or share your heart privately, *any*time, through the comments. I get every note before it gets published, and wouldn't publish anything you asked me not to. The gals are making another birthday supper, today. Shrimp Scampi. And, the house smells all garlic-y and delicious. So, I'd better get a move-on, before the party starts without me. That just wouldn't do, you know ;o)

Lovingly, Jewels

P.S. For anyone that may have the time, and interest, (ummmm, Scott and Bonnie? :o) there are these and, (believe it or not ;o) even more photos from the visit, in this set, on Flickr.

"Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind...

'Pooh?' he whispered.
'Yes, Piglet?'
'Nothing,' said Piglet, taking Pooh's hand. 'I just wanted to be sure of you.'"

A.A. Milne in Winnie-the-Pooh



The house is slowly
coming awake,
as one-by-one
footsteps                                                                                                                                               above                                                                                                                                           and down the stairs,
bring sleepy, half-smiling faces
my waiting way.
I begin, by degrees, to pull myself
from the quiet
up, out, and away
into
the full and busy day
that stretches out before me.
Into the awaiting
moment-by-moment
of the "present"
being graciously
held out to me....

The priceless gift,
of yet another day....

This week's end is being filled
with family and friends,
both here and away.
There's lots of food being prepared this morning.
Two lives to celebrate. 
Rosie, turned 22, the day before yesterday--Feb. 12th
and little Celeisa, turns 3, today.
My hard-earned Valentine baby.  ;o)

Julia, made new outfits for the little girls, yesterday.
So, they're being scrubbed, dubbed, and fancied.
Good-and-readied, to be tucked into them.

I've been enjoying reading through the Daily Bible
and sharing in precious times of discussion
with a beloved friend.
And, have been going over and over
the book of Habakkuk, in it's entirety,
with the children a time--sometimes, two--a day,
for going on 25 to 30 times now.
So sweet.
Even the littlest ones
have much of the book memorized,
just from this simple reading.
We'll move onto something else, soon.
But, how blessed we've been
by the time in Habakkuk.
What an intensely honest exchange
between Habakkuk and His God.
So thought provoking.
So encouraging.
And, moreso, after each successive reading.
And, the reading of other Scripture that comes to mind,
while savouring Habakkuk....                                                                                                          such riches, too.

Habakkuk, cries out to God,
in painful questioning about injustice.
He's Trying to understand something
that just doesn't make sense to him
no matter which way he looks at it.
And, seems contrary
to everything
that he's ever learned about God,                                                                                              throughout his life.

God, answers back with these words...

Look at the nations and watch
and be utterly amazed.
For I am going to do something
in your days,
that you would not believe,
even if you were told.

Then He says....
I am raising up the Babylonians
that ruthless and impetuous people......

Habakkuk, had great difficulty understanding how His God, whose power is infinitely greater than anything on earth (and I will add, whose self-defining character trait is love) could possibly be silently passive, in the midst of such immense and relentless sorrow and suffering.

God does hear him, though the book begins with Habakkuk saying:

How long, O Lord must I call for help, but you do not listen? Or cry out to you, Violence, but you do not save?....

And God (who is surely listening) answers his plea:

...the revelation awaits an appointed time;
it speaks of the end
and will not prove false,
though it lingers, wait for it;
It will certainly come
and will
not delay.

I so appreciate the fact that Habakkuk was able to bear his heart and soul unreservedly, to God. Honestly, and forthrightly, laying everything that seemed inconsistent or just outright wrong, to him, right on the line.

And that God, was indeed not, preoccupied with other things--having forgotten Habakkuk, nor was He overlooking the undeniable devastation, the horrors and resulting suffering that were taking place. Not only was He watching and taking account, but for some reason beyond Habakkuk's human understanding (and I'm assuming that he was a pretty smart bird, with no small amount of knowledge of God and His ways) He was allowing this inconceivable situation.

I especially love and appreciate how Habakkuk (perhaps critically for his own sake, unbeknownst to him) stays engaged with God--even though he's not able to figure it all out, no matter where he looks or how hard he tries. He remains engaged, even though, in his humanity, he doesn't like what's happening one bit, and it seems, may not be feeling any too kindly towards God.

I have related to Habakkuk's change of heart that comes to pass, through this determined engagement and ongoing dialog with God.......He speaks to God in honesty and sincerity, and frustration. And, he doesn't turn away, harden his heart, or leave, but transparently goes back and forth in his most sincere questionings, with God Himself, over things that don't seem fair, or right, or seem to be far harder and last far longer than seems reasonable, and/or could seemingly never prove to be a means to achieving any good. Seems they rather, in fact, seemed to be entirely contrary to what Habakkuk would have percieved--based upon his previous understanding of God and His ways--to be God's best, or even God's good. This ongoing engagement seems to be a critical aspect in the outcome of Habakkuk's intense communion and resulting turn around, with Him.

Something supernatural takes place in the exchange, which we see come around in about chapter three. Deep within, his heart experiences a change. By degrees, through this honest grappling with the God of the universe, he begins to slowly, once again, come to see things through eyes of faith. Something, that it seems from the sounds of chapters one and two may have very well seemed nearly lost to him at times. It's beautiful. So beautiful, to see the depths of transformation that take place, considering Habukkuk's correct observations about the seen, and God's unchanging character and staunch reference to the unseen (and the present in light of the future). I'm sure that Habukkuk believed himself to be going anywhere *but* chapter three, when he was in the throes of chapters one and two. How often I have found/and find, myself, in this very same place with God. His ways have often not been, nor are they ever, always, my own. He simply chooses and uses people and situations that I would never choose, because they hurt. It's hard. It's lonely. It's just as beautiful to me to see my own heart come around by degrees, as He draws me to Himself , when I might be inclined to run from, or even blame Him (and perhaps do some of both for a time), and then listens and listens and listens, with compassionate, loving, understanding, as he delights in having brought me, once again, to the place where I finally, begin to pour out my "complaints" (many times in passionate discombobulation) in the midst of His allowance. Those things that I never would have chosen for myself, or those I love.

It ends with these beautiful verses, that I committed to memory and held tightly to during the intense transitional period, of God bringing me over from life without Him, to life in Him, nearly 27 years ago, now. So many changes in my life were occurring. So much growth was taking place, at times in the midst of, or following immense sorrow and pain. Things that often came about through circumstances that I wouldn't have chosen and couldn't understand. Things that I could have easily been inclined to feel (and sometimes did) that He should be protecting me from, if He was God and He really loved me.

There is something vital in the sharing of intimate engagement with God. Especially when we're going through hard times. Things will begin to change as we go to him, who we are, as we are, and speak plainly and honestly---which in time, we inevitably come to see that we can do far more freely with Him, than with any human being that we know. Why? Because, He already knows. And, He loves us unconditionally.

Which is another thing that I so love and cherish about my relationship with Him. Love it. Love it. Love it. He can read my mind. So often I think, think, think, and therefore, feel, feel, feel, and am nearly at a loss for the appropriate words to express all that's taking place inside of me, to anyone. What a gift to be able to just quietly (or tearfully, or loudly, confusedly, even angrily) be with God and know that He is taking in even the minutest details of the complex labyrinth of my inner life. Things that I don't even understand myself, and really can't apart from Him. That He's listening--hanging on my every word. And, that like in Habakkuk's life and seemingly hopeless situation, is able to bring about change. Life-changing change, in us, through us and on into the lives of others. It's amazing. Ours is a Gospel of which we need not be ashamed--for certain.

Those verses of the changed heart, at the end say:

Though the fig does not bud
and there are no grapes on the vine
though the olive crop fails
and the fields produce no food.
Though there are no sheep in the pen
and no cattle in the stalls
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord
I will be joyful in God my savior.
The sovereign Lord is my strength;
He makes my feet like the feet of a deer,
He enbables me to go on the heights.

Habakkuk 3: 17-19......

Because, as Habakkuk 2:4 says:

the righteous will live by his faith

Just as beautiful, comforting, and encouraging to me, now, as they were those many years ago. He never forgets us. His love for us never changes, despite what painful, confusing circumstances, hardships, and loses in life may say. Only He is able to work all things together for good in our lives. It's a mystery, really, that even though outward circumstances may seem to stay the same, the inside can and will change. And through the "eyes of internal change", the outside circumstances also begin to be seen (and felt and experienced) in an entirely differnt light. He desires this intimate engamement with us far more than we could ever know. Immeasureable riches, that can be obtained by no other means, come to us through this one vital relationship, wherever we are, whatever is happening or not happening in our lives, at any given time.

I'm really grateful that my children will have these words hidden away in their hearts as they journey along, in Him, too. Because, I know that the way will not always be easy for them either, in this life. Above all else, I pray that they know Him--by heart--as Love. People will change. People will fail them. People will hurt them. They will fail themselves. He--never. Never. He loves them and will be ever and always there for them. Anyone or thing, that whispers otherwise, is simply UNtrue. My prayer is that each one of us will always remember that, come what may.

Claire, and I, were blessed to have been asked to sing, at the homegoing--to the arms of Jesus--of one of the dearest, sweetest, ladies I have ever had the privilege of meeting--Pauline. The songs we were asked to sing were two of the three hymns that loved ones gathered 'round her sang--to and over her--with heart-felt conviction, during the last moments of her peaceful passing, from this life to the next (and, she how very special that she was coherant right up until near the very end). Amazing Grace, and Softly and Tenderly.



At Christmastime, we enjoyed going caroling, as a family, with lots of friends. We went to a nursing home (the time there was so sweet, I had to pull myself away and was the last to go), and another evening, downtown--in and out of restaurants, a pub, and to the local public library.

Though Pauline's precious son, and his lovely wife, are very dear friends and we meet with them most Sundays for fellowship, up until the afternoon of caroling at the nursing home I had only "seen" her, vicariously, through the eyes of Phil and Jeanette's hearts--which overflowed with love and caring devotion for her.

'Midst a flurry of jumbled activities upon arrival at the nursing home where she lived, having not yet been introduced to Pauline, my eyes caught sight of a radiantly beautiful woman, sitting so delicately small amidst the large crowd gathered for the time of singing. She was looking my way, smiling  warmly, and softly waving me over. As I knelt beside her wheelchair and took her hand, I was immediately enveloped by the sweetness that flowed out to me--someone she didn't even (yet) know (that she knew, likewise vicariously, through Phil and Jeanette :o).

I was so touched by her gentle spirit, gratefulness, sweet cheerfulness and  sincere interest and concern in/and for others there, both visitors and fellow residents. All I could think as I listened intently, gazing into her eyes was....she's so beautiful.

All I could feel, was loved.

"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."

Maya Angelou

So, last night, I went to and shared in, one of the most beautiful memorial services that I've ever experienced. There was much sadness in the parting, to be sure.....tears and the engulfing sorrow of saying goodbye--even if just for now, to one so dearly loved for so very long. But, there was also so much joy. I kept starting to cry as Phil (who I love so dearly. And, you would too, if you knew him) shared all the precious details of his dear mom's life. She was 88 years old and it was a marvel to me to hear of how much she had given, by choice and from her heart, out to others during that time, even though her own needs were so great for many of those years.

I'm thankful for that set-apart time I had to be with her, face-to-face. Though such a short time, she made an everlasting impression.

I've been thinking about her, and the impact she's had on her son's life (one of the kindest, gentlest, most humble men I know), her beautiful daughter-in-law, her grandchildren, and great children, all through the day, today. We really can't comprehend the impact that our lives will have/and are having, on those that we love. Even the smallest things that we do (though I guess it is the smallest things that add up to the bigger things that matter most. Right?) over time, lay a foundation and begin to build upon it. God takes our little, and is able to make much of it. Despite limitations (and I know there are some really, really heart-wrenching, seemingly hopeless situations--but they're not. Not to Him. Not in Him. And I say this in much tenderness and love) and things being far less than our desired ideal. He (only He) is able to mulitply our faithfulness in the things that can seem nearly insignificant at the time--and for years of repetition, on end.

Jeanette and Pauline.



Phil, Jeanette, and Pauline.



And, that special something
that I recently mentioned in the comments.
For those that happened to notice...
Did I say that it was a someone?
Well, it was.
One of the precious friends that I've met
through the delight and wonder of blog world,
and have grown to love, so dearly through our sharing,
in writing,
over the past 2 years or so.
My sweet, loving, gentle, kind, and caring
beautiful, friend,
åslaug,
made her way
all the way
from Norway
to our home
and our family.
And straight away
fit right in
and became a part.
For ten wonderful days.
Ten days that seemed to pass
in the blink of an eye.
And then, 'midst kisses, hugs, goofy smiles, and finally, tears,
she was gone.
Off-and-on-her-way, back to home and her beloved family.
We miss her, and we're praying,
that God would see fit to allow her another visit
in the summer. And perhaps, a bit longer this time.
Thank-you-so much, Tore and Anita, most truly,
for sharing her with us.
For saying, yes, to her coming.

So, having missed you all, having enjoyed and appreciated and been so blessed--at just the right time/s, through each one of your loving, encouraging, notes in the comments, email and snail mail letters,  here's a little bit of a (long over due, I know) visit, through the window of åslaug's stay. Thanks so much for taking the time to come by--and to say hello.

åslaug, from afar.



åslaug, laughter.



Going through old photographs.



Celeisa, my littlest love and Valentine. Turning 3, today.



Celeisa, loving åslaug.





Stranded, Toad. åslaug to the rescue.



Chubb, and Celeisa. Warm snow day.

Reindeer boots.

Things we don't have in Norway. Things we do.

Rosie, wearing, and sewing, an Edwardian apron, for åslaug.

Edwardian apron, completed. Making ready for the mid-day meal.



Parade, on mantel.



Sunlight and lace, on pastel.



åslaug, making window stars, for home.



åslaug, and Julia. All the colors, of window stars.



Early morn sunlight, through window stars.



Sewing a Birdie Sling, for åslaug.



Birdie Sling, and laughter.



Birdie Sling, completion.



Gathered 'round, thoughtfully.







Looking at åslaug's lovely Norway photos. åslaug, Julia, and Lori.



Playing spoons. Looking at photographs.



Chubb and Julia's pottery. Perfectly green. Thank-you George and Kathy. We love you and miss you.











Julia, in the quiet.

James, listening.



Michael, meditation.



Joseph, ponderance.



The spellbound audience.

Sweet cheeks.



Twin's creation. Left by Christian and Gottleib. Happy birthday, precious little friends.





Sister sharing, huddled 'round Maggie.



Chubb, studying.



Studying Chubb, studying.

Julia and åslaug. (One of many) goofy smile(s), before tearful farewell.

I hope that each of you are very well. Though time hasn't allowed for me to post much these past couple of full and busy months, I'm still here, and am thinking of you and praying for you, with much love. Thanks for thinking of me, and praying for me, too. Thanks for your warm and friendly, loving notes of encouragement. They are such a blessing to me, every single one. More than you could know.

The Lord bless you and keep you, and your sweet families. May He continually hold you closer-than-close, in His unfailing, never-changing love (which He always does--so I guess my prayer is that you'll always know it and never doubt it.) You're more precious to Him than you could ever know.

Happy Valentines Day, sweet friends  :o)
Tenderly, Jewels

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Since a number of you have written asking (which of course you would. I would have, too ;o) how to make the bright and cheery window stars, I'm going to share the information for that here, now. I had actually hoped (and have hoped in the past) to do a window star tutortial, but....just haven't seemed to be able to make it happen. So, when you asked (again) I went and tried to find one-- and did :o)

I make most of mine that very same way as it's done in the tutorial, with the exception of just smudging the glue on each point with a glue stick--I think she's much more careful (and uses far less glue than I do--messy gal that I am ;o) Just so you know that you don't *have to* be quite so careful. So, here's the tutorial.....

for the window stars

And, Michelle found another, even more basic (and cleverly so) tutorial, for those that are interested in giving star-making a go. Thanks very much for your thoughtfulness, Michelle.

A second window star tutorial

And, a few of you have written in response to this post and my unintentional miscommunication, thinking that, I too, was in Norway. I'm really sorry for the confusion. But, no, I'm in the US. Which is what made dear åslaug's visit even sweeter, and the Danish Proverb, that "The road to a friend's house is never long", even more real-to-life true. So, sorry for any confusion there.

Also, while I'm here, I'd like to tell you a couple of other things. I use to type out the blog posts in the later evening time, while the little ones were snugged into the bed beside the table where I had my laptop set up. Well, that was back in the long ago and far away days of DSL. Now, we are living in the (fickle-ish unpredicatable) world of Satellite Dish. A whole 'nother planet from DSL :o) So, there is no internet connection in that quiet, set-apart place and time that there use to be. It just doesn't work in my room. And, sometimes, there is no internet connection *at all*, not even in the main living area. And, when there is, it's always on the slow-ish side, compared to DSL. Anyways, the changes have made it a little more challenging for me *to* blog, time-wise, quiet-uninterrupted-place-to-think-and-write-wise (that I use to have each evening), and, internet speed and sometimes availability-wise. I just thought I'd share this little bit, for anyone that might be wondering.

That said, well, (thing I'd like to tell you number 2. So you can feel with me, if it's also happened to you, and/or for me, if it hasn't ;o) I had this entire post written out--at Flickr--with all those photos, and due to one little tiny hiccup with Flickr, I lost it. All of it, when I hit send (as in send completed post on over to the blog). Now, if I would have been on Firefox (like a smart gal) it probably would have been saved. But, no, I was not on Firefox, but (was foolishly on) Internet Explorer (who has heartlessly eaten more than a few projects of mine, before...sighing and shaking my finger at myself while nodding my raised eye-browed, pursed-lipped, scrunched-nosed, head back and forth in *I told you so* ;o) This said, the *thought* of re-doing it anytime soon, was well....more than a little bit disheartening. Because, by the time I had finished I had those feelings that I can only seem to refer to as *the everlasting flexed arm hang* welling up and washing over, inside of me ;o) (for those of you that remember your days of the Physical Fitness Awards, in school--and hey, I was always going for the *Presidential*. I'm sure you were too ;o)

Anyways, I was determined to share, on or before, Valentines Day, so got a good night's sleep and began typing away, again. I had actually planned to do a window star tutorial the very next day (the day following (the day of the *first completion* of the blog post, but in the end, the day I *re-wrote* the entire blog post. Remember? :o) So, after all was said and done, I was too tired (of re-typing and re-copying and re-pasting) to actually do the go-ahead with the star tutorial. Therefore, many thanks to Laura and Katie, and their just recently discovered (by me) Duo Fiberworks blog, and window star tutorial. Yes?

I was also too tired to even think about including any links whatsoever in the post when I re-wrote it. But, thanks to the wonders of rejuvination, and the fact that I am now I'm back, *fresh as a daisy*, I would like to pop a couple important ones on now :o)

Of course, the links to dear åslaug's blogs (plural). She has two :o) You'll enjoy going to visit her, if and as time allows.

And, my inspiration for deciding to go through a book of the Bible numerous times. At least 20. A lovely lady, who has grown to be dear to me through the reading of her blog, as time allows, Kathie, at Island Sparrow. In this post a while back, she shared about her *plan*, which she credited to the beautiul Ann, without an e, V.  shared on her wonderful blog, Holy Experience, a while before *that* (which I had somehow in the ongoing ebb and flow of life, happened to *miss*). So, though I have enjoyed and benefitted greatly from reading and re-reading books of the Bible in their entirety in the past, I hadn't done so in a good long while. And, I don't know that I had ever done so 20 times or more. 

All of this said, I can't tell you what a huge blessing the implementation of this simple plan has proven to be. So much so, that it was a marvel even to me. Because, you see, when the beloved friend that had agreed to read through a book of the Bible 20 times *with me*, chose Habakkuk, I kind of secretly *cringed* inside. Habakkuk?? 20 times, Habakkuk?? Nevertheless, I did say yes, cringing or no (not exposing my secret self, and all it's balking ;o), *and* before I knew it, I found myself thinking (and praying) about that "horrible" book about those ruthless and impetuous Babylonians, and all their dastardly deeds amidst Habakkuk's forthright questionings, morning, noon, and night. Awake and asleep. A fire had been lit inside of me--a passion. Which, of course, as such things have a way of doing, sent out flames that hopped right on over to my children. So, thank-you to each one that blessed me--beyond measure--by being part of God's plan, to get me there and through Habakkuk, those gazillion times. I really am grateful. And, really was blessed. Immeasurably so.

I hope today is a wonderful day for you.The sun is shining delightfully bright and clear, this morning. Makes my heart sing. It's so beautiful. I'm getting things situated so that I can head out for my walk down the road, with Julia, and spend some precious time just *drinking it in*. It's finally snow-free enough after more than a few too-good-to-be-true, extremely warm-ish days, that I can again do so.  And, I am glad, glad, child-like glad, inside, that it's so. Just so you know ;o) And, I'll be sure and wave to Pete for all of you when I go past ;o)

Thanks again for all of your friendly, kind and caring notes of hello. Though time doesn't allow for me to comment on everyone's--so I hesitate to do so on any, lest anyone feel left out and/or hurt--It's nice, so nice, coming by and visiting your blogs, as time allows, and getting to know you, too.

Lovingly, Jewels

A stroll down memory lane...

 

Well, it's been a good long while, so I thought I'd come by and say hello even though I don't have my camera back yet. I have so many photos tucked away that I've hoped to share one day, that I also thought, that I'd just go right on ahead and do so, now. A few special memories, recorded just shortly after I had closed the blog for a time, now over a year ago.  My, how time flies, yes? My, how children grow and change, right before our very eyes. The barely discernible of the day-by-day, becomes strikingly evident when viewed in light of seasons; as I stand looking back on the all-too-quickly-fleeting-days, gone by. And, deep inside my heart whispers, where did they go? How thankful I am for the wonder of photographs for putting memories by. How immeasurably grateful I am for the priceless gift of family and friends to share life and love and magical-memory-making-moments, with.

I actually have a second reason for writing. Special news to share. God has blessed Claire with a precious new life, secreted away and growing, in her womb. She and Wesley are so happy. We all are. Though Claire, Wesley, Josie, and Bug were away spending a wonderful time of Thanksgiving with Jim and Linda--Claire's mama and papa, they called to share the news over the phone, hot off the press. And, needless to say, it was the highlight of our Thanksgiving Day, too :o)

As long as I live, I'll never get over the fact that God chooses to give gifts, in the form of children. Hmmm, to think that each and every one of us, made our way into this world being gifted to someone/s. I do hope that each one of you not only see your children as gifts to you, but you also see you, yourself (uniquely, fearfully, wonderfully made) as a gift to each one that your precious life touches. There isn't, never was, and never will be, anyone, just like you. You're inconceivably special. No one could ever take your place. Your life didn't come to be, nor does it continue on to touch those around it, by chance. These thoughts have invariably flooded my heart and mind each time I myself have been blessed with new life. What a joy to share in the wonder of it all--both Linda, and myself--through the fruit of our own wombs. Simply amazing.

Behold Children are a gift of the Lord,

The fruit of the womb is a reward.    

*~*~*Psalm 127:3                                                                             

    

 

 

 

  

O lord, thou hast searched me, and known me.

Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off.

Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways.

For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O LORD, thou knowest it altogether.

Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me.

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain unto it.

Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?

If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.

If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;

Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.

If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me.

Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee.

For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.

I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.

How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!

If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.

*~*~*Psalm 139:1-18

The month of November passed quietly by. Our little corner of the world is, and has been for some time, an endless wonderland of white, with freshly-new-fallen-snow to greet us each morning and carry us intermittently throughout each day. The sun shines, not warm, but bright, and speads a happy cheer over our full and busy days. I told a close friend, yesterday, "The sun is shining down on us especially beautifully today, on-again-off-again in brilliance and intensity (as a succession of-so-wanting-to-snow-or-rain clouds, pass it by).....like it's *feeling*. You know how it does that? Love it. Just love it" :o) It certainly does have it's own singular charm--the shining of the winter's sun. It works extra hard, and we appreciate it especially much.

It's so different, here, from winters past in the area that we moved from--there just down the road from the ocean. Makes my heart sing to see the children so delightedly content, drinking in every drop of childhood's simplest pleasures held out to them for the taking, in winter; sledding, cross country skiing, snowfort and people and animal building and creating, and soon enough ice skating. Outside, rosy-cheeked and red-nosed, every free moment of every day. Then, by-and-by they come tumbling back inside, leaving puddles, puddles, everywhere, as they shed their coats and boots, gloves, mittens, scarves, and hats, and head on over to the welcoming warmth of the woodstove, hot cocoa, popcorn or cookies, picture and story books, board games, baby dolls, drawing, playdough, knitting, sewing, reading, singing and/or playing the guitars (and maybe, one day, the piano, again :o).

Suppertime is oh-so-nice in winter-like late autumn, it seems. The main living-being-and-doing area of the house wrapped in the soul-giving warmth of the snapping, crackling, burning fire--it's smells, sights and sounds...music, and candles and oil lamp light, as the days grow shorter, and darkness ushers us in long before they draw to a close. The big old wooden table, heavy-ladened with good food and drink that's had the house smelling deliciously like a home all through the afternoon. That loud and lively chatter that immeasurably matters, running out and in, over, around and through, intricately weaving together each and every treasured one--once again, gathered around--for today and for always, come what may.

Julia, put in some lovely instrumental Christmas music a couple of weeks ago and we've been listening to it nearly each day since. Special, secret, let's-keep-it-a-surprise, gifts are being made and ferreted away, in preparation for Christmas, which we hope (and pray) will be beautiful and meaningful in it's simplicity, as have been Christmases past.

Big Papa, just called to let me know that he'll be heading out right from work to go and pick up my camera. That's so great. I've  missed it more than I thought I could have. I'll be most thankful to have it back. You know, I was also very blessed through the mishap with my camera. It seems that this time of year there is money going out in so many ways, for so many things unique to preparation for the colder months of late autumn/and winter, and it's various calls for celebration, that I just knew without thinking that I was going to need to settle into the facts and understanding, that my camera wasn't anywhere up near the critical region on the list of needs, and getting it fixed was going to mean a good bit of a wait. Well, God saw fit to graciously provide for me outside of the box, and did so through the gift of a very dear, kind friend (thank-you so very much dear, Raquel) and another gift from James and Joseph--my sons. Remember those two hooligans? (thank-you, too, dear boys). Thoughtful surprises that so touched my heart. Thank-You, God. Truth is, as glad as I'll no doubt be to see it, I think, initially, I'm going to be equally afraid to use it, for fear that I'll break it again!  We'll see :o)

The photos above are of last mid-autumn, in New England, 2007. Hiking and biking. Gathering in and hunkering down. Storytelling and imagining. Facts and figures. Mama and papa, sons and daughters and grandbaby girls. Uncles and aunties and nieces. Sisters and brothers. Littlest mamas and their beloved baby dolls. And, of course, Miss Maggie, when she was but a wee bug, being newly welcomed into our world. That last photo, is of Maggie's (then) tiny tootsies snuggled into the sweet, soft and warm gift of booties, hand knit by the lovely, kind, thoughtful and giving (not to mention talented and *c-u-t-e*, to boot(ie). Yes, hear, hear!, Stephen really got the *big fish*, didn't he!) little jenny wren. Haven't seen these in a good while, have you, JAM? Wish you'd make me a pair. I mean with all this snow and cold weather and all.

I hope that each one of you and your families had a lovely day of Thanksgiving. There is so much to be thankful for throughout every day, isn't there. Thank-you (so much) for your encouraging, kind, caring, loving notes in the comments and emails--again, for sharing your lives and hearts with me and mine. I/and we, so enjoy and appreciate every single one. It's a joy and a privilege, bit-by-bit, getting to know many of you, through your sweet sharing in your notes and your blogs.

With love, care, and friendship, sincerely, Jewels

Congratulations to Rebecca, on the swift and beautiful birth of her littlest, Bunkin. She's so chubby-cheeked and adorable. Lots of very lovely photos of sweet baby girl, and, there's the birth story. We all love those :o) Rejoicing with you. Rest well, little mama.

While I've been away...

A Simply Lovely Life

The days have grown shorter and considerably colder. In fact, just as we began to get settled in to the slower, quieter, days and ways of mid-autumn and all things cosiest of home, an amazing snow took us by storm, leaving us with no power for several days. Though it did have it's challenges (ummm, no washing machine, for one), I have to say, that those days without were really quite nice. Oil lamps and candles burning up until bedtime (and at our bedsides). Snug and cozy. Peacefully quiet. A magical slow-time that seemed somehow so different, richer, fuller, than time as we typically know it. Like a long, contented, deep sigh with your eyes closed. Hustle and bustle were no where to be found. Only 3 days, but they seemed like so much more.





The hickory rockers, trundled in from the front porch, happily situated 'round the wood stove and the nearly continuous glow of it's radiating warmth, stand serving as home-base to snugglie bundled, littles, middles, biggles, and the mama and the papa. Tucked in close, reading, writing, hand-sewing, chattering away about this, that, and the other thing, and here and there nodding off for a bit of a pleasant afternoon's dreaming, or indulging in the sweet pleasure of holding and rocking a little one that's doing so.



The time of apple picking, cider pressing, delicious food shared with beloved friends, came and went all too quickly. How very special it was, and how much we'll look forward to it's timely coming, Lord willing, once again. The cider has been such a treat, gracing table after table gathered around and spread, with the shared nourishment of body and soul. How sweet, the fruit of memories made.











































No sooner it seemed had the festivities of the weekend come and gone, and we were bitten by a bug. A virus, that's been making it's way one-by-one, to greater and lesser degrees, through the family, since.

Like moving to music soft and slow, we've instinctively aligned ourselves with it's unexpected coming, embracing the changes--which, as with the snow storm, seem to primarily be *time* changes, in the rhythm and flow of our days--that arrive, and settle in to stay for awhile, when sickness makes a stay.

As pleasantly warm, nurturing, and necessary to healing as it is to spend the greater time curled up in quiet together, looking at picture book after picture book, listening to stories and enjoying cups of tea and warm milk with honey, watching a favorite film here and there, there are still countless essential things calling to be done, though perhaps at a snail's pace, if mama's (and her wonderful helpers, large and small, are) sick, too.

Meals to be prepared--hearty chicken soups from the hundred chickens.

Dishes to be washed.

Laundry to be washed, hung out, folded, and put away.

Goats to be milked.

Chickens to be fed and eggs to be gathered.

There are beds to be made and floors to be swept.

Diapers to be changed and warm bubbly baths to be given.

And how thankful you are for that soft light of the candles and oil lamps flickering to music softly playing.

As home, and all that makes it so, keeps running, a bit more slowly, but steadily. A gentle, peaceful place of rest. A cozy nest, while we patiently wait for wellness to return.

How very great is the potential for love to be communicated in the most simple, basic ways--without and beyond words--during a time of sickness. Even far more it seems than during just the ordinary days of our regular rhythm and routines. Children's heart's open-wide to every little bit of tender, loving nurturing that's held out to them when they're sick, tired, uncomfortable. Dependent.

One of the priceless things that God has lovingly sought to teach me throughout the multi-faceted, ever-changing seasons of motherhood, is to quietly let go and flow with the inevitable upsets that occur in life. Things we don't and can't plan for, that of their nature replace other things that might be more pleasant and desirable and what we would have chosen if we had a choice. Turning in and settling down--at home. Expecting much less of myself and everyone else. Laying aside any extra and/or measure of perfection in, the do-ings, in celebration of the sweet be-ings just waiting to be had, if my desire is to make it through these times of sickness or sorrow or change, in the soft, gentle way of His grace. The way that nurtures and gives life, peace and rest, rather than the stress, anxiety, and unrest for everyone, that results if we pull and strive against what is, as though it isn't, wishing it were otherwise.

How very much there is for us to learn, and for each one that we love and care for to learn, in each and every situation that God lovingly allows. How very much can be done even when we're tired and weak, simply by way of loving words and tender affection.

And, the important thing to remember I continuously find, is that each one *is* lovingly allowed. He's there, day and night, light or darkness, for the pressing into and casting of our own needs, weaknesses and cares upon. He whispers... don't care what anybody thinks, take as long as you need and do what's best and right, for yourself, and those I've entrusted to your care. Be led by Me, in every situtaion. You rest--in Me. Remember, that I cause all things to work together for good for those that love me---always, in all ways.

We won't regret it when we move all around to create the time and space for allowance of whatever we find ourselves in the midst of. We can't do everything all the time. No particular situation lasts forever. Sickness. A move. Little ones that need more of the undivided attention of their mama. Time with our husbands. Setting our homes in a more orderly way, a more peace-filled, beautiful way.

When we're free to order things aright within the organic, fluidly moving, ever-changing framework that God daily sets in motion anew, our lives and our homes, our families, will be a refuge, a place of love and rest, for many--not just in our families, but for for all that enter into our little corner of the world that God's given us to watch over and tend to, throughout the various seasons of our life and all the many unique situations that each one holds. His yoke is easy and His burden is light.

I've been reminded once again, during this time of prolonged sickness; having to slow down myself, and having many--deep heart, rooted in the most practical ways of affection and servanthood--reasons to slow down for those around me (as they too have had each for the others), to let go of my own plans, hopes, dreams, desires (small and/or large, short term and/or long term) if and as necessary. To live and love fully, by God's grace, with a single eye upon what is set before me, entering into it entirely, knowing that that it will indeed soon pass and there is much to be found of great value in it's midst. In the ways that fill a heart and make a person, bit-by-bit. We are doing a great work, in the little things. In time, the fruit will be sweet.

Because, the real beauty, well, there is some-kind-of-wonderful during the autumn season of a mother's life (and remember I'm a granny, now ;o), when she thankfully realizes that not a bit of it was in vain, as she gets to see and taste experiencially the wonder of this particularly vital aspect of her mothering career--the gentle nurturing and tender affection and sacrifice--going around and coming around, right on back to her ten-fold. And, not just to her, but on and on and on, as love multiplies. It takes time, but gives back in priceless ways. The very ones that we take the time to lovingly take sensitive notice of and care for, not only grow to do the very same for *us*, but also instictively for the many others that their lives touch.

And, it all begins at home, in the smallest most seemingly insignificant ways, moment-by-moment, throughout the holdings of each day. It is so often during the difficult, stretching times that so much of what we desire with all of our hearts to *teach* to our chilren can be effortlessly *caught* by them. Because the needs are greater, and love is absorbed. Soaked up like a sponge.

Isn't this the very same way that it is for us in our relationship with God? How sensitive we are to His loving care and provision when we are in great need. The only sad difference, I'm afraid, is that oftentimes as adults our hearts have lost the sweet, soft, trusting innocence of childhood, because they've been hurt or neglected, and on our end it's not quite as easy to sit still, accept our need and dependence, nestle in and receive this perfect, unconditional love, that is so longing to embrace us, saturate every fiber of our being, and fill us to overflowing.

What better way to open our own hearts to God's life and love, if we didn't grow up in such an atmosphere ourselves, and/or we find it difficult to recieve it from God, than to just open-wide and let it begin with us and our own husbands and our children. It may feel a bit awkward at first, but not for long. How little we have to give to begin to set the cycle in motion and before we know it experience the matchless beauty of seeing it returned. People need to... love to.... be loved. I marvel at how easily we can serve as an open door to God's life, which is love.

A visit had been planned for some time with one of my very dearest friends, Kel, and I was so hoping that everyone would be well enough for it to happen. Though I do believe it's in many ways true, as the Danish proverb says, that "the road to a friend's house is never long", a nearly 6 hour trip for a friend's beloved children (who I'd hoped would continue to consider me their friend as well, after so many long hours in the car making their way, my way) was truly a gift of love. Kelly decided to brave the storm (of our lingering sickness) and come with 7 of her 12 beautiful children even though she knew that they might pay for it for weeks to come.

She came bearing gifts as well. 50 lbs of wheat, some of her delicious homeade bread and lots of other grandmotherly type goodies. So wonderful. A gal after my own heart. In fact, my long-standing affectionate nickname for her is Grandma K, and she's so good about it. I suspect she secretly really likes it. Well, I know she does. And she should, as it is the supreme compliment ;o) My own Grandma Kay lived only a block away from us throughout my childhood and was quite a woman. She comes from hearty stock, has a huge heart, and made a huge impression on my life, with her loving, caring, kind and giving ways. I have a storehouse of childhood memories made by her side. I love her so dearly and have sadly lived very far away from her for my adult life, so have seen her very little. Also, sadly, she is entirely lost in the world of Alzheimer's Disease, and has been for a number of years. My grandma is very blessed to have 4 wonderful children that watch over and out for her, as her needs are now so great, now. It was no small thing for Kelly to be dubbed Grandma K, and having Kelly as my friend is no small thing for me. It's very good of God to go right on living and loving us through people, hand-picked, in the kindest most caring ways, throughout the changing seasons of our lives. He's so good.

"A friend loveth at all times..."                                                                                                 Proverbs 17:17

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”         1 Corinthians 13: 4-7

Kelly has been one of those friends to me, and I treasure the gift.

Interestingly enough, I, who I believe has managed to be the sickest of all through this entire affair, was sick--really sick--the days before, and for a few days following the visit, but felt "right as rain" the day they were here. Amazing. Thank-you God.

The day couldn't have been nicer, and I couldn't hold the memories we made more dear. Seven of the most beautiful children in the world chose to willingly succumb (by coming to my house ;o) to the unreasonable amount of hugs and kisses and tickling that I have been storing up for them since we moved away many months ago.

Truth is, they had no choice but to, as I am bigger than them all. Not faster, mind you, but to honestly give credit where credit is due, I do have to say that I have this special God-given knack for grabbing even the wriggliest, wiriest, least cooperative, tickle-hug-and-kiss-ees and gathering in all the sweet hugs and kisses and wriggles and giggles that my little ole heart desires. I'm really good (really good) at (entirely feigned) ignoring (of) them for brief periods as a diversion so that I can slowly meander on by and reach out and catch them, off-guard.  Isn't this beginning to sound like a Dicken's novel?
You know, like Peggotty, in "David Copperfield", not Mrs.Squeers, in "Nicholas Nicklelby".  ;o)

We had enchiladas baking in the crockpots in the early morning, the table/s were spread and how special it was to share a meal together when everyone got a bit rumblie in the tumblie. It was delicious and delightful.

Partway through the visit our beloved neighbor, Pete (remember we passed his house on our stroll?), came driving up in his car (yes, at 92 years old, Pete still drives. Isn't that wonderful?). And, he came bearing the gift of a great-big-beautiful pineapple upside-down cake! And, if you can believe it, he had baked it for us himself just a short while before he came by. It was a sheet cake and after a nice hour or so long visit, Pete flipped the cake for us--much to the delight of all--and then made his way back down the road and home. So, after gathering around the table for a lovely shared meal, we enjoyed Pete's amazing cake and a huge amount of apple crisp that all the children had made for dessert. What a great day.

Now for a little "I told you so". Aren't they adorable children! Let's start with Miss Chubbiest Little Legs in the World. I could just eat her up, she's so sweet. I can't tell you how much fun I had, just watching her in her own little world, loading and unloading and loading and unloading apples, traipsing around in any and everyone else's shoes. I'm only sorry you only get to see her in these still photos. She definitely got the gears of my mind turning, trying to figure out how I could get some short video clips up on the blog.

Anyways, prepare to be majorly "cute-i-fied". :o)







She only stopped her (serious) busyness long enough to have an occasional stare-down, with me. I have about a hundred of these shots. You really had to be there to get the full effect. Way too cute.
And, it almost seems criminal to have to leave off her way-down-deep belly laugh, that comes out if you catch her off-guard. Which of course was my all or nothing goal and only reason for living for a while there. ;o)



She's chuckling here, you just can't hear it. And, for that I'm really sorry. Next time I'll have the video thing figured out. Promise.



How about this handsome guy. Are those kissable cheeks, or what? I ask ya. Nope. Truth is....I tell ya.....*yes* they are. Extremely so. ;o)





Very, very, cute and very, very, kissable, huggable, loveable. Is Kelly blessed or what??



She knows she is. And, here she is.... with love bug number 4 of this line-up. Love Bug number 4, another one of my sweethearts. Love this little gal--lots. She spent her entire day trying to evade my camera (little stinker ;o)--quite successfully--so you can imagine my excitement when I saw her hands down and eyes wide-open in this one. Yes! I was going to put Kelly in the upcoming beautiful set, but she's holding this cute-i-ful (and is pretty cute, herself, youhavetosay ;o) , so here she goes.



I had to sneak the photos of the older cuties that have blossomed into beauties, while they weren't looking.







All of the above, likewise very kissable, huggable, love-love-loveable. All my sweethearts.

And, how about this incredible pineapple upside-down cake, that Pete made for us. I still can't believe it. What a thoughtful gift.

When sickness comes to visit a large family it does just what it seems that it would do...slowly passes through, one-by-one-by-one, and stays for more than a little while. I smile to think how the quiet days and ways of sickness are interspersed with colorful fireworks of creativity during the restless rumblings of not-quite-recovered-but-getting-there.

It's as though everyone here--myself included--can only take so many hours and days of laying low, reading/being read to, writing, drawing, listening to music, no matter how sickly and off-kilter you might feel, before a spritz of activity (which may very well render you sick a little longer, too, but it seems, just can't be helped, and is oh so worth it) overtakes, and resting, or a tidy house and even a fair amount of the essential chores--for as long as can be tolerated--are cast to the wind. We have a good number of these windows that have been thoroughly enjoyed.

Nicholai, eight, who has a particular fancy for making moblies, has been busy finger knitting away, working on gifts for another blessedly simple Christmas. He whittles the wood, finger knits the yarn, and makes the arrangements from his miles and miles of lovely handwork. I count each one that he had made for me among my greatest treasures.



Julia and Rosie have been engaged in a sew-a-long--side-by-side--for a good part of a couple of days. Julia has made outfits for each of the little ones. Birthday outfits, from a few simple patterns that we've worked up, for Aimaija's gloriously special 5th birthday. Cute. Cute. Cute, let me telll you. How it blesses my heart that she so loves to do this, without me even thinking to ask (I'm too sick to, remember? :o)



And the birthday outfits.

The under-layer. 

Here's a nice basic pattern for bloomers, but you can easily make a pattern by tracing a child's pair of pants in your child's size, and widening the legs to make them more full if you like, or using a pajama bottom pattern--which will usually have fairly wide legs to begin with, and most often a pretty high rise, too, which is essential over cloth-diapered, wool-soakered bottoms. Peasant blouses can easily be made without a pattern, and here's a tutorial for making one, if you've never done so before and would like to give it a try. If you'd prefer to use a pattern, I'm sure it wouldn't be too difficult to find a basic pattern in one of the pattern catalogs.



And, the little over-smocks, which like aprons, are very straightforward and easily made up without a pattern. Just a simple front and back bodice piece cut out for under the arms, two straps, a gathered skirt and a couple of button holes. Here's a great tutorial, by Meg McElwee, of Sew Liberated (her older blog was Montessori by Hand, which is where this tutorial is), for one similar to the one we make, for those that are interested in giving it a go. You could easily extend the sides of the bodice and cut out for under the arms on both front and back pieces and sew the side seams closed, and could lengthen the bodice pieces as well. This one that Meg makes is so sweet just the way it is, but I thought I'd make mention of changes that could easily be made, for those would like to experiment and branch out in their sewing creativity a bit. This would be a really good starting point. We always make really full skirts, just because I like all the mobility it gives the little gals, who are always on the go. And, because I think they're really cute that way. Meg, also has some other very nice sewing patterns, including a couple of apron patterns, in her shop. We love her Emmeline apron.

Actually, sewing seems to work by domino effect, aroung here. When one gets to feeling well enough to sew, everyone that's not on their death bed is right up alongside them, sewing too. It's really nice that the sewing room is situated on the big, bright, back porch just off of the dining room and kitchen. Seems to draw like a creativity magnet for this reason.



And, remember all the love for those cloth napkin diaper-pinned bonnets?



Well, it's still goin' on, but the gals have moved up a notch and are sewing their own, again, too. The latest, these simple, little 2-minute, one-seamed caps, are being sewn up on the machine--like there's no tomorrow. If you were to come by they would have one whipped up--in your size and on your head, before you made your way out the door. Just so you know. You've been forewarned, as I'll probably be sure get a photo of you for the blog ;o)



Members of the Future Seamstresses of America club. And, mighty proud :o)



And Chubb, kindly sewing stuff for the dollhouses and furniture that he (also kindly) makes for the little ones. While he's been a bit under the weather he's had his nose buried in a couple of big, fat, history books--drinking them in. During his more lively moments he's finished up an adorable wooden doll's house, that he made on a whim from plywood scraps for/and with the little ones, and one that he made for Aimaija for her birthday.











Sophia....the autumnal paper chain queen. Must decorate the infirmary.



James, very kindly put shelves into a tall, narrow, closet--that didn't have a door, in the sewing room, for me. Not only do I like the way it looks much better as a bookcase, but it's much more practical this way. It looks even better now filled to overflowing from top to bottom, with an assortment of books.



Today, he's outside building a new henhouse for his girls.

Joseph, reading, reading, and more reading, while he wasn't feeling well. No sewing. No carpentry. No baking. Just curled up reading. This would be a wonderully ancient copy of "David Copperfield" that he's (once again, stirring up those good memories of childhood feels :o) wrapped up in, here.

And me, well yes, I've had my own little bursts of creative rumbling amidst my coughings, wheezings, moanings and groanings, too.

Last week, Big Papa picked up the freshly-cut board that was to be the long window shelf in our sewing room, from our Amish neighbor's saw mill--kindly for free, and it was just begging to be sanded down nice and smooth, painted ,and put into place and use.

As it (of course) took all of my energy to orchestrate and supervise, I managed to inspire the gals to go to town sanding away for me, as seen in that very first photo (...way......way.....far above and long ago, in this post. Remember it?? ;o)

They sanded it smooth as silk and then I set to work painting it a creamy, golden, antique-mustardy color that spells relax, relax, and come and create, to me......and to everyone else here that's been trained under my tuteledge, it seems ;o)





And, in true "if you give a mouse a cookie" fashion, once I had the shelf painted and on it's way to it's final resting place atop the brackets on the back porch windows, I couldn't help but dive right in--the following day--and do what I had been planning to do all summer, and didn't.....paint the apron and legs of the sewing table the very same. That mustardy, creamy, golden yellow of the shelf and, gulp, each large bookcase that sits alongside the table (which I did in fact manage to paint this summer).

I am, it seems, presently, the "queen of color coordination" or is it the "queen of mono-coloristics", or would it be the "queen of mustard"? Though I think I might actually like the shelf the same berry color as the trim on the windows--in time--I do so love the color of the farm/sewing table base being the same as the shelves that it sits alongside. I can definitely do mustard, mustard, everywhere, and everybody else seems pleased enough, for now :o) Truth be told, I'll forget all about it in just a few days. So, in the end, it seems, this whole paragraph is just me, on a a big fat roll of "much ado about nothing".  Mustard, mustard, mustard.... :o)



So, there you have it now, the finished sewing room. Nothing fancy, but it sure is easily accessible, open and inviting. This photo was taken the day after the big snow, that I also shared in the photos far, far, above. Everything was all snowlight and dreamy the entire day, so the photos are a little on the dark side. But, you get the idea. One of Nicholai's lovely fingerknitted mobiles are hanging in the window to the left. I'm hoping to do a post sharing more about them. He's done so many and they're all so nice.



Another family of friends that we're so very blessed to know and love, and be known and (even though, still :o) loved by, blessed us with the gift of various cuts of their freshly harvested pork, a portion of which is at this very moment in our oven roaster, roasting away 'til Big Papa's homecoming and the supper hour.

Thanks so much for your emails and notes in the comments, for your sweet hellos and the thoughtful get well's, too. You're all very kind. My beloved pal of the lovely smiling eyes, little jenny wren, knowing that we were all sick, was suppose to come by and clean the house and do some laundry, but so far she's been a *no show*. Sigh.....though we do always notice that those last little tasty bits of leftover dessert from the evening before, are somehow always mysteriously missing in the morning. She's very sweet. Hmmm, no wonder ;o)

When I revive a bit more I'll get around to sharing the fruit of our "creative jazz" that was interspersed amidst and throughout, the "dreamy-slow-and-lazy-flute-harp-and-violin-quiet" of our days-upon-days of sickness. I haven't forgotten the autumn salad recipe, and the big burn, and it's treatment and healing transformation (though I don't usually do ugly things on the blog--and this was ug--ly, I may just have to go ahead and share it anyways :o). A few more quiet days or so of resting up and I think everyone will be well out of the woods and on their way. I hope :o)

My last bit of news--just hot off the press-- is to sadly say (as I have grown more than a little attached to this little material thing), that just the other day--when I got that magical shot of the morning after the several days of snowfall had come to an end--it seems it was so bright, that it somehow managed to damage the shutter on my camera (though I'm likin' to think that it was just it's time to go), which is now in the shop. But, as I just got word moments ago, it will have to sent away to be repaired (where they can bring out the big guns), to the tune of a couple hundred dollars which just isn't in the budget right now. So, it seems I'll be away for a little while, again. Good thing I store up all this stuff to share in one fell swoop, huhn?, seein' as how it takes several (dozen) visits to read and take in all the photos. So, I'll be back, soon as things are squared away in the camera department, and will look forward to seeing you then.

In the meantime, perhaps you can go for a visit with some of the sweetest, giving, most encouraging neighbors that one could ever hope for. If you've never been, I know you'll be so blessed:

Rhonda Jean, of the huge, kind and caring, giving heart, that takes lots of precious time to share many, many, inspiring, encouraging, and practical things. Her blog is like a great big love gift to those desiring to make home, simply beautiful, with what you have in your hand. She is super friendly, warm, and encouraging. She and her beloved, Hanno, have so much of value to share. I'm so grateful for the blessing they've been to our family.

She also just began another blog, the simple green frugal-co-op, with a number of likewise, very kind and caring folks with lots of practical good stuff to share. It's a wonderful idea and has taken right off. Another labor of love, from which many (especially during these difficult financial times for many) will benefit greatly.

My precious friend, and little sister, åslaug, who has, for a time, left her family in Norway to go and serve as an au pair to a family in Ireland. I just received a snail mail letter from åslaug a couple of days ago, and have to tell you that her love for the Lord and every thing and one that He loves, brings tears to my eyes, again and again and again. Do take time and read around on her blog as you can. It is filled with priceless jewels. She shares so beautifully from her heart, which overflows with thankfulness.

Tami, so very dear to me as well, has a soft, quiet, gentle spirit and a peace-filled spot, where she shares about her life, through the eyes of her heart. She celebrates all things--great and small, and delights in the simple, content with what she has. She's a lovely example of gaining your life by losing it, in and for, those that you love.

Brenda, shares so openly and honestly about all that she has learned as a lover of Jesus, her husband, children, family and friends, along life's way, which hasn't always--past or present--been easy. She too, holds out warmth, comfort, friendship and encouragement in gentle, loving, practical ways, most freely and generously. And, like Charlotte in "Charlotte's Web", is a great writer, and like Wilbur in the same, "some pig". I've said it before (much to Brenda's chagrin, I'm sure ;o) I'll say it again.

Suzanne, so sincere and sweet, sweet, sweet. I've had the privilege of actually meeting Suzanne, face-to-face and can't tell you how much I enjoyed the time that I got to spend with her. She's sisterly, warm, caring and kind. The type of person that would do anything that she could for you. She also opens her heart and home, loves to cook and sew and encourage.

Katie, at the Rose Garden, is another treasured little sister. Her blog; her family, her life, is just beautiful. Her little daughter, Greta Rose, is....well, too sweet.....as you'll soon see when you get there. Like åslaug, Katie will bless you with her simple love for the Lord, her family, for the abundant life she's been blessed with, in Him. Like all the other gals, she likewise very creatively makes much of little and is immeasurably grateful for all that she has.

And, Katie's lovely mama, Melissa, who like me doesn't seem to have a whole lot of time to blog, during this particular season of her life, but when she does, and what she has shared, is heart-felt, artful and encouraging, shared in the loveliest way. Going by her blog is--like all of the blogs that I've shared, here--like going for a visit to her warm, inviting home, filled with life and love. Katie is definitely an "apple that didn't fall very far from the tree", of her sweet mama. It's really special to see how much of Melissa there is in her precious daughter, Kat.

I guess that's what I love and appreciate the very most about each one of these precious gals---Smiling Eyes included in the bunch (once you go by her snug and cosy house and are showered with her welcoming love, you won't want to leave, and she's not the type to kick you out ;o) it's just like going for a visit to their homes and spending time with them, and those and what they love and treasure in life. If you haven't yet met any/or some of them, I do hope time will allow for you to go by for a visit.

Much love to each of you.Thanks so much for taking the time to come by and to share your hearts and lives. I enjoy every single one of your notes so much. The Lord bless you and keep you and yours, each precious one.

Warmly, Jewels

Yesterday, today, and tomorrow

A Simply Lovely Life

Hello dear friends,
I have a few moments, before heading in to get snuggled on the couch with the little ones to read, and read some more, of their stack of lovely stories, and then make our way into a bit of math and some writing. I thought I'd see if I could get a note quickly typed out, this-early-morning, and then just before lunch, or after, pop in and add some photos to the note. That's the plan. So, I'll get a move on here, and then be back a bit later, Lord willing, to add the photographs and send off the post.

I have lots of sewing to do. Hopefully I'll make great progress, today, on some cool weather frocks and smocks for the little girls, and some longies--that are already cut out, from some (in the process of being) re-purposed wool sweaters, and waiting to be sewn.

There are a good number of preparations to be made for a bit of the weekend away--to a fall festival at a lovely camp on a lake, just a short distance from home. We'll take as many bushels of apples as we can gather, to be pressed into cider while we're there. We seem to have about 4 now, after 3 days of everyone gobbling, gobbling, gobbling up, what we've already picked, but we plan to stop back by and pick some more at an orchard along the way. We're planning/hoping, to get about 3 gallons or so per bushel. The apples themselves are just delicious. I'm so looking forward to enjoying their sweet nectar, straightaway, with some stored for later. The amish cleverly press theirs and then just store it all in one large container--outside, now that it's cool enough to do so. We're still scratching our heads and thinking on just what we could use for our large container, which would make it more convenient for storing. Any ideas?

Looking forward to the weekend's delights; dear friends, good food, and great fun. Lots of time in the beautiful outdoors. Cider pressing. Soap making.

We're sure enjoying our lovely new flock of chickens--for eggs. It's a small flock to begin--for our large family--but we hope to be adding to it, soon enough. I love the chickens. And though I'm glad that these aren't for eating (and we won't be saying a sad good-bye), we sure are enjoying, and have been so thankful for, the ones that were. Oh, how the children are doting on those chickens. The hens are laying and the little ones are scooping them up--still warm. Happy chickens, lots of nice, fresh, healthy eggs :o)





James and Joseph are off and away this morning, working with our dear amish friend, Rudy. They're putting a roof on a nearby house. What a beautiful time of year to be spending your entire day, outside in the fresh air and sunshine. They recently finished putting a nice new dormer on an old farmhouse. The work has been such a blessing for them, as the gardens have slowed down and died back, in rest.

They've leaned so much experientially over the years. In addition to the first-hand experience they've been blessed to obtain through countless opportunities that have come their way--past and present--I can't tell you how many books they've read and films they've watched on alternative house building, namely, strawbale and cob, that this mama has kept steadily funneling their way.

Then, there's all of the amazing stone building that the Nearings did, and they love to read about them. I do, too. I guess we all do.

I'm still patiently (and ever hopefully), waiting on my outdoor cob oven to be built (and have been waiting for about 8 years, now. Sigh ;o) and.... a cob wall around a small and cozy portion of the back yard and garden would be especially nice, too, wouldn't it. I guess I'd have to say that I'm probably glad that they never actually came to be built at our old house. I would have been immeasurably sorry to have had to leave them. But, I guess it could have been seen as experience. And, well, no, I take that back. I guess I'm not glad. Really, not glad at all. I hate to think of all-the-many crusty loaves of bread (and cheese and fireside meals) and countless pizzas that we never enjoyed because the guys let me down in the cob oven department. Heavy sigh, raised eyebrows, pursed lips and scrunched-up nose.....

In fact (wheels turning), soon as I'm done here, I'm going to go and get the books off the shelves, give them a good dusting and set them right out under everyone's noses....where they'll be sure to be picked up and re-read. Yeah, that's the plan. They can read up during the rest of fall and winter and set right to work in the early spring. Hmmm... maybe for our family movie night, tomorrow night, I'll slide in a well-worn cob building video. Yeah, that's what I'll do.

Well, anyways, I'm still highly hoping that they happen--sometime. I still have 4 wonderful sons, here (and Wesley's just down the road, isn't he? Five, well, that's a work crew, for sure!) and a couple of these good strong fellas are for certainly going to be around for *a long while*, yet. Hmmmm, who knows? I am feeling really inspired right now. And, what am I thinking??! What about the girls? I have 5 of them, too! Hmmm, it does seem like something's beginning to gel, here, doesn't it? Maybe, I'm just settled in enough here at the new homestead, that's it's time for a couple of my fondest, longstanding (and inexpensive, too--that's a bonus, right? We're just talking dirt and straw and barefooted children.) dreams to begin to be resurrected and come true. Maybe my vision of a little cob cottage somewhere on the property (that I can move into when I'm old(er ;o) will even come to fruition, too. Oh, just the thought of it all has made my day. I'll keep you posted. Let's see, there's my birthday, and mother's day, and........

But, back to the boys (James and Joseph), they sure do enjoy Rudy. He's a wonderfully kind, caring and thoughtful man, just like his father, Eli. And, he has a great sense of humor, just like his dad--who everyone in my family happens to be missing a great deal,now that he's recently moved with his beloved and children--about an hour and a half away. Though the boys have been able to drive to each place that they've worked in 10 minutes, it takes Rudy about an hour to get there in his horse and buggy. Truth be told, I kind of envy Rudy's (and all the other amish's) leisurely drive/s through the spring, summer, and autumn countryside. I think the boys do, too. I'm sure it gets hard as the days grow shorter and colder, though. And, harder still in the winter. My heart starts aching for them, then.

The farmhouse they just finished up working on, is the farm far-and-away-off-down-to-the-left on this long-winding-ribbon of country road....



In our new home we were able to get our sewing room and all of the craft supplies and books happily situated on the bright and sunny back porch. It's been great having everything right at hand and plenty of natural light to work by. Just plain nice to be able to walk over anytime and work on our latest projects or do a quick bit of mending. I am so grateful. Makes my heart sing to have one or another of the children almost continually busy working on something in there.

Well, I had hoped to share the recipe for this simple and delicious, colorful autumnal  salad--below, today, but I still need to get some basic measurements figured out as it's one of those recipes that's easily thrown together with the bit of this and that you have on hand. Which is nice, but I guess a bit of a recipe is most times a good and necessary starting point....and then  the sky's the limit. So, since time has gotten away from me this morning and the little ones are waiting, I'll save sharing the recipe for another time, hopefully soon. Hopefully, before winter sets in. :o)



Love all the autumn harvest meals. Potatoes--from Eli's--with mushroom gravy, and squash. And the rainbow colors of cabbage, broccoli, cauliflower, carrots, apples,and onion salad. And, freshly-brewed Kombucha (which I'll be re-visiting, soon :o)



I hope that each of you have a special day with those you love. I hope you're able to enjoy today, and not worry about tomorrow. Do remember, that you're free to do so. My heart does go out to those of you that are carrying especially heavy burdens, and I pray that God would not only carry them, but lovingly carry you. And, as only He is able, put your hearts and minds at rest. I pray that He holds you especially near to his tender heart....and loves you, loves you, loves you, deep inside.

I hope that each one of you will be entirely free to be yourselves. Just as you are, Right where you are. Without apology or feeling like you have to live up to anyone else's expectations--group or individual--and know that that's your special, priceless, gift to those around you. A gift that no one else can give.

The sun is so bright and warm, here, today. The leaves are continuting to turn every lovely shade imaginable of yellow, red, brown, green and gold.....and falling, falling, to the ground. I was so taken aback by the beauty, yesterday, as with each strong wind that blew through the branches of the apple trees, the leaves trembled, all in one accord and looked to be hundreds of birds, fluffing their feathers and fluttering their wings in preparation for one great ascent.......

And then, a scattering cloud of them would gracefully rise and then drifting but a short ways, fall, wafting their way back down, down, down, to the piece of earth beneath the very tree upon which they were born, lived out their lives and will come to rest, beneath, over and in time, entering in to once again, and becoming a part of, as the circle and cycle, continues on. It was so pretty, I just sat there for the longest time drinking the magical wonder of it all.

I do love the autumn.

I love God's creation.

I love God.

He's so good,

So caring,

So sensitive,

So kind,

Always.

Life can be hard,

So hard for each of us, at times.

And no one understands that more than He does.

And He loves us.

Loves us... 

especially tenderly and compassionately,

in the midst of the darkness,

uncertainties,

tears,

confusions,                                                                                                                               

struggles, 

and great and tragic losses                                                                                              

that don't make sense,                                                                                                                  

and we can't just make stop or go away                                                                                          

by wishing, or hoping, or trying.

And, their accompanying sorrows

that we must endure.

He is there.

light of day,

dark of night.

Always.

Never busy or preoccupied.

Desiring to lead us through the labyrinth                                                                                  

however intricate and complex 

it may be,                                                                                                         

or dark                                                                                                                                       

and endless it may seem.

To gently hold us close,                                                                                                                    

and carry us,

if need be.

He loves us. He loves us. He loves us.

Do embrace, and thank Him for, every single drop of the beauty, the peace, the joy, that He lovingly sends your way throughout the many moments of each day, but know that He is with you and for you, and loves you especially tenderly, when the darkness comes and the cold winds blow, and the rest of the world seems to be making it's way ahead, without you. He is there and no one could ever understand like the very one, the only one, that knows you through and through. Because, He's the very one that delicately formed you in your mother's womb. He held you then, knew you then, loved you then. As He does now, and will, always.

A few photos from our lovely yesterday. And loving wishes for a beautiful today, for each of you and yours. Thanks for coming by. Thanks for being so sweet. So caring. So kind.

With much love, Jewels

FAITHFUL

Like the star
That shines afar
Without haste
And without rest,
Let each man wheel with steady sway
Round the task that rules the day,
And do his best!

 

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MORE AND MORE

 

Purer yet and purer
I would be in mind,
Dearer yet and dearer
Every duty find;
Hoping still and trusting
God without a fear,
Patiently believing
He will make it clear.

Higher yet and higher
Out of clouds and night,
Nearer yet and nearer
Rising to the light--
Light serene and holy--
Where my soul may rest,
Purified and lowly,
Sanctified and blest.

 

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Art thou little? Do they little well;
And for thy comfort know
Great men can do their greatest work
No better than just so.

 

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~~Goethe

Off to enjoy more of the delightful same, today, and Lord willing, tomorrow...and the day after that, and the day after that.......

Autumn through the eyes of a child

A Simply Lovely Life

Come little leaves said the wind one day,
Come O'er the meadows with me and play,
Put on your dresses of red and gold,
For Summer is gone and the days grow cold.

Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call
Down they came fluttering one and all,
Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
Singing the sweet little songs they knew.

Dancing and whirling the little leaves went,
Winter had called them, and they were content,
Soon, fast asleep in their earthly beds,
The snow laid a coverlet over their heads

George Cooper

Autumn. I know my childlike heart is not alone in falling, falling, falling, ever more deeply in love with autumn, every single year. How sweet--beyond measure--it is to see the magical delight and fascination of this beloved season filling-to-overflowing the lives of each precious one that I hold especially dear, from the youngest to the oldest.

Interestingly enough, no sooner had I completed my last post and we lost our wibblie-wobblie satellite internet connection, nearly entirely. But for a few small windows of barely being able to receive and respond to emails, and losing more than a few that I'd written as the window had closed without my knowing it during the writing, and a couple of "hiccups" that the connection had, where I was able to visit a friends blog and check out another dear friend's incredible project, all slowed right down to as near as you can get to nothing for over two weeks. So, if you've been waiting to hear from me and haven't please know that this is most likely why.

The good part was that it afforded me some extra moments to bid, what I believe was the absolute loveliest summer of my life, farewell. And, after "wiping those few tears of sadness from my eyes during the waving at her going", it's been likewise special, perhaps even more so, to have had the time--free and clear--to linger a bit longer and gingerly savor each moment of the shortening days, golden light, and whispers of cooling winds rustling through the jeweled leaves, of autumn. As I know she too, will all too quickly begin to nod off and away, leaves and all 'round about her, having fallen.... fallen....fallen, and finally given way to sweet sleep. That certain to come, contented sigh of peace, as the earth curls up snug and tight, sinking into it's long awaited and well deserved rest, of winter.

We're enjoying spending every moment that we can outside, most days getting cozied-up in layers of woolie goodness; sweaters, tights, socks, leggings, and caps, already. Ah, how wonderful to come in to gather near the warmth of the woodstove, candles and oil lamps burning softly, a meal to be shared as we gather around the table together, tired and happy, at the sun's setting and each day's close. I love it. We all do. It's good for the soul.

I thought I'd take this golden opportunity (of having internet connection :o) to send off a loving hello and share a bit of news and some photos from this past weekend.

We got a new flock of chickens. They just arrived late yesterday. Eighteen hens and two roosters to watch over them. They are basking in all the loving attention that the little ones are lavishing upon them. Hopefully, happy hens will mean many eggs (and all the many wonderful things that come with lots of eggs :o).



This guy is our steer, Louie, whose photo I share for, and in honor of, my beloved sister, Louie. Louie, my dear sister, is really Lorie, but for some reason I have called her "Louie", for as long as either of us can remember. When Louie, the steer, first came to live with us, in all of his adorableness (Isn't he cute) we had to bottle feed him, for a good while. As a rule, my extremely tender sensibilities and I, try not to get too involved with the care of the animals, especially if I know that they will be gracing our table--as a gift of food--by and by. Well, the fact is, that Louie was not only too cute to be ignored, but well, too big to be ignored and has kind of tended to have free reign of the property since he arrived. Kind of like a big super-slow-moving-happily-contented  dog, though I know he looks more like a deer, right?

So, it wasn't too long before I found my--still quite alive and well, and at times overly active--mothering homones magnetically pulling me out the door, with bottle in hand/s (it's a *big* one) to cutie-patootie Louie's big brown eyes, and side.

Now, I did find bottle feeding Louie, though sweet, to pose a tiny bit of a challenge--of strength and heart. It required--I immediately came to realize--a good firm grip, a good solid, steady stance (with fairly-finely-tuned balance recovery powers), a good amount of muscular strength, and a bit of intuition (as in thinking like a cow, or thinking and remembering that Louie, is ever, only, in all ways, thinking like a cow--er--uhm, I mean, steer :o). Even as a little fellow he was strong.

When Louie drank from his bottle he pulled...and pulled......and pulled.... with a force that was not at all easy to reckon with. And, just when I'd braced myself and staunchly settled into my position in the opposing direction counterbalancing his great strength, his instincts would kick in and he would abruptly (without any forewarning whatsoever) butt into that great big bottle (that I was holding and pulling with all my might) like he was butting up against his mama's great big full utter, and yep, you guessed it, I'd go scrambling (though in the very beginning before I got into the swing of things, more like flying--over) backwards. This went on fast and furious until the poor little fella's bottle was empty.

At this point muddle number two quickly presented itself. Louie, refused to even notice, let alone accept the fact, that the bottle indeed was empty. So, now the battle raged on with me (and those afforementioned mothering hormones of mine, now more than a tad jammed and jarred and discombobulated) feeling like an ogre, and wishing (oh so much more than you can know) that I had never given in to those overly sensitive rumblings of motherheartedness in the first place, while I tried to (very unmotherly-like) wrestle the long ago emptied bottle out of that little baby steer's mouth.

In the end, (with a little help from my friends) I did succeed. Well, it's here where I pause and bring you all the way back to my sweet little sister, Louie, who I'm sure has more than her fair share of gripes stored up against me from the long ago days of our childhood (stories for another day :o). Though, if you were to meet her, she might not seem to be the type of gal to stuff (I'm sure such no doubt unmentionably minor) things and hold onto them for (such unreasonably) prolonged periods of time. And, I've forgotten, did I mention earlier that Louie--the steer, is Louie's namesake (which, I can't say for sure, but she may well be harboring a grudge over even now, as I type. How petty, I know ;o)? Anyways, it was the children's idea, not mine. Honest. Honest, Louie. Honest.

So, if you're following me, here. No sooner had I collected myself--pulled my dishelved hair back out of my face and readjusted my apron--and begun to walk away from the ordeal, when Louie, no doubt after a ceremonious bowing of head and pawing at the ground (at the spot where I had wrestled the bottled out of his mouth), came rushing up behind me and WHAM! He butted me square in the backside with his head, and sent me sailing about (what seemed like 5 to 6 but was probably more like) 3-4 feet forward into the air (well, okay, maybe less. Remember this whole story is all about hormones and feelings ;o) .

Though I'm sorry to (to have to) say so, no, it was not captured on video tape (my living color version is probably better anyways, right? :o), I am, hereby happy to (be able to) report, that thanks to the warm-up calesthenics I had performed just moments before in bottle feeding him, my reflexes were wide awake on high alert and I did manage to gather my wits about me enough to do a little fancy work and land on my feet (ancient that I am, granny and all) unharmed.

All of this to say.......without blinking I turned around, looked that steer square in the eyes and said in my sternest, shaming voice of disbelief (for the sake of the already giggling crowd of little loves gathered 'round me, who knew exactly what I meant ;o)......

"Louie!!!" (to Louie) and  "I can't believe she did that!" (to the assembled gigglers/nieces and nephews :o)

And, if you can believe it, (s)he, (Louie that is) actually had the steadiness of nerve (audacity) to stare right back at me through those great-big brown eyes, crowned with their fluttering, long dark lashes, as though (s)he had done absolutely nothing wrong. :o)

Louie....my sister, does have that same steady gaze of guilt-less (I didn't do it, or I didn't mean anything by it) innocence, too. It's uncanny really. I just hope that she can appreciate the supreme compliment that's been paid her. I know I would if it were me. I think I would. I mean...well, no one's ever named their cow (or any animal for that matter) after me. Kind of disappointing, really, now that I think of it (having never thought of it before. Not sure why ;o).




And, just incase I in any way gave the impression that (either) Louie was big and scary and mean and threatening........Not true. Simply not true. It was actually true love that did it, and I know that. Louie, really does, think of and sincerely consider me, in the motherly way. He's definitely fond of me, and yes, this does of course touch my heart. But, I do have to confess (head hanging extremely low)that I was never able to bring myself to feed him a bottle again. I admit, my heartstrings were numerous times pulled in that direction, but (difficult as it was) I resisted. And, just for the record, it was because of the heart wreching experience of prying that empty bottle out of his mouth and knowing that he really could have no more, not because of the big butt. Honestly, I could hardly blame him for butting me, could I ? :o)

But (no pun intended) all's well that end's well (again, no pun intended). Now, Rosie's mothering him instead.





When I spoke to (the she) Louie, and told her the (whole, long, bigger-than-life) story, we had a rip roaring good laugh  :o)

It was a wonderful weekend. Wesley, James and Joseph went turkey hunting on Saturday, and Wesley and Joseph each got a turkey. Wesley's took his home to share with his little family (or to freeze and share with Claire's family on Thanksgiving, just incase he doesn't get another--though he's highly hoping he will) and we cooked Joseph's up nice and long and slow, here. I know I've inspired you here (as you would have me) by mentioning this, and more than a few of you have already left me at this point, to go and get your well worn copy of "Little House in the Big Woods", or better yet, "Farmer Boy", down off the shelf, dusted, and ready to be cracked open for a nice cozy family read aloud, tonight. Haven't you? It's autumn. That's just what it is. It's deep, soft and low, delightful rumblings are everywhere (except in Australia, where those dear ones are going on and on about the goodness of spring. But we'll get to that later. We're all about autumn right now, okay? ;o).

We went by an alpacha farm which we actually stumbled upon after a good while of searching for an icelandic sheep farm, which, in the end (after a round of freshly made donuts gathered up at a quaint little country store of which the nicest, sweetest elderly lady was proprietress, and her husband donut maker), we did find, but, was not what we had hoped it would be. The alpacha farm was beautiful and wonderful. The children--as children so naturally and readily do, had so much fun. Oh that we could all remain so easy to please with the simplest of things that life and God's amazing creation hold out to us--most times for free, or for a song. The farm's not at all far and I know we'll be enjoying many more visits there.



The friendly kitty was one of the gifts the farm held out to the children, that they delighted in scooping up. Happy day for kitty. Happy day for kitty lovers.

And the alpachas, of course, whose fleece can be unbelievably buttery soft and luxurious. They're so gentle and mild mannered.



Don't they have uniquely cute faces?





Maggie Lou, was there, too, happily riding along with her mama. Talk about cute! Whew. Cutie. She couldn't be happier than when she's snugged in with her sweet mama.

Toad, looking "toad-like".

Little Auntie, watching out for her beloved Josie Wondernose.



And apple picking, yesterday afternoon. It was perfect. Fresh air. Sunshine. Love. Laughter. So many priceless memories made and stored away--for all of us, for always. Lots of apples for lots of things; eating fresh, apple pies and crisps and sauce--for now and for keeping, and extras for pressing into cider. The apples are just $6.00 a bushel and will be going down to $3.00 a bushel next weekend. What a blessing.

Auntie Rosie, and her beloved Josie Wondernose.

Big Papa, towering over one of his littlest loves and fellow apple pickers, Sally Pickle Brown. Amazingly enough, though they were teamed up for a good while, he didn't drop and single piece of fruit on her lovely little noggin'. What a great dad.

Chubb, Super Picker. Look at him go! He looks like he's gearing up to juggle, doesn't he?

Sporting matching hair-do's. Auntie Aimaija and Josie, looking like twins.

A bit of feasting.

And right back on back to more picking... May I introduce Super Picker number two.

And, "You-Know-Who" was there, too. This time on her mama's back.

What a wonderful, loving, little mama.

A Bug-sized smile that melts your heart.

Julia--not to be outdone. Super Picker number 3 (just when you were beginning to think it was a guy thing, right? :o)

And, (one of the apples that seemingly didn't fall very far from the tree--of my side of the family, as it appears from the looks of this post). Nicholai, philosopher. Super Picker he is obviously not, counting on everyone else to pick all the (many) apples that he will gobble up later.

Each of these big bags was half a bushel. Super Picker is now Super Hauler Extraordinaire. It was a good trek back to the van, too, let me tell you. Then, once he'd unloaded, he ran back to get our bags. Love this guy.



And, of course, there was that simple, ordinary, good-old-everyday-childhood-fun-of-autumn goodness being spread all around, here at home, too.

The children have been busy building more wooden cottages and castles for their little people and animals, which has been a long-standing childhood delight in the family for about twenty years. It's nice to once again have room for the whole village to be set up for ongoing play. Chubb, who is still reigning supreme as the world's most fun big brother (and uncle) among the littlest ones, really knows how to make life magical for them, having not too long ago been a little one himself, I suspect. He has (as have all the children I know) been gifted with a marvelous imagination (and a great big, loving, giving, heart) and can dream things up, bringing them from idea (which presented gets everyone excited), to the creating of (which is always wonderfully fulfilling for the children) and on to a finished project (that they are so proud of and that is so useable) in record time. It's almost as though he continuously has some kind of workshop set up for them, with them going to town, lost in the wonder of creation. Happy as can be.

I've been making little matching outfits for Josie and Maggie, which are nearly done. I'll share the outfits and the patterns if and as time allows. We got some delicious smelling beeswax from an amish friend and neighbor that we also get our honey from, and are going to get to dipping some of our colorful autumn leaves that the children have gathered to dip and enjoy long after the rest have all fallen and begun to crumble back into the earth from whence they came. They always look and smell so lovely.

Joseph--18, is still continuing on with his schoolwork, working for Wesley (which is part of what caused our meager satellite allowance to max out) and also heading out with James--20, to work with our dear amish friend, Rudy (Eli's son) to do carpentry work most days. They just finished putting a dormer on a nice old farmhouse, not far from our home. God has been so good to bless the boys with countless rich opportunities, in the most interesting and amazing ways, and we're so grateful to Him.

I'm enjoying being back into school with the children full swing now, and consider it such a privilege to get to learn and grow right alongside and with them. I'll sure miss the magic and wonder of getting to teach yet another little one to learn to read, when this season of my life draws to a close. Though thankfully, it isn't for a bit of a while yet, whenever I pause and take a peek ahead at what will be (and, having already crossed this particular bridge a number of times, already, I know--all too soon will be) I do have to admit to a pinge of sadness even now, over the thought...just the idea....of the lasts of many things that I've treasured, that I know will surely come, in the autumn of my life. As beautiful as I know that so many aspects of it will be. Like the sadness of saying goodbye to this loveliest of summer's now passed, this loveliest summer of my life will also, I expect, hold a few tears in it's passing, as well. To everything there is a season. I'm so thankful that autumn is the very season to follow after summer, in God's creation as well as in my life. What a blessed mystery, that something equally/possibly even more special and beautiful, can and will, softly and quietly move into the place of something else long-held unspeakably dear, special and beautiful. God is so very good. So kind. So good.

I'm so grateful for my home, my family, my life, where learning, growing, changing, is simply a natural part of everyday. Ongoing. All the time. For everyone. From the youngest to the oldest. Each person unique with something special to offer, just because of who they are. I'm so thankful to have so many, each one themselves found in so many different seasons of their own lives, to share in my own journey along life's way.


Friendships that will last a lifetime.

A little window into this past week's end.

Well, believe it or not, there's another big turkey slowly baking in the oven for tonight's time of coming together, gathering to share our minds and our hearts, around our table over the evening meal. Big Papa's homecoming and all good things that follow, is still always the time of day that everyone seems to look forward to most of all.

How thankful I am that three of (of the four of) my, now adult children, are still--for a season, here at home, and that Wesley and Claire are now, once again, near--just down the road. What joy (and growth and change) the children (and God through the lives of the children) have brought me and continue to bring me, every day.

I know there's lots of hard work and sacrifice involved in mothering (and fathering) on a daily basis, but do know that it's so true, you will be repaid in things and ways of the heart that money simply cannot buy--a thousand times over. Your love given, will turn right around and come back to you, moreso than you could ever have imagined, all for the taking of the time to do the simplest of things in the simplest ways, regardless of where you are and what you do or don't have. Be yourself, right where you are, using what you presently "have in your hand".

God gave your children to you, on purpose, and no one could do a better job of lovingly parenting them, By God's grace, than you. What a blessing to know that you're perfectly suited, because you're you. And, let us not forget, that we all make mistakes, and while we are parents, we're also fellow sheep with our children, each and every step of the way. This is a blessing to our children as well. It's good for them to see us as real, thinking, feeling, fallible human beings, that were and are, children with great need and much to learn, for and from Him and before Him--just like them. God is the only one that's perfect.

And, in regards to the giving of love and being loved in return by our children. Though I do believe it's God's best and what He is continuously working towards--on our end and theirs, He is also many times, of necessity, doing a restorative work in our lives as well as theirs, which is why we have such great need of His love and guidance on a daily basis, for ourselves, and in knowing and loving and leading and guiding them. I have reminded myself over and over, throughout the years, that with our children, as with any relationship, our giving should not be based upon or with our goal being, receiving. We should give as though we are giving to the Lord, looking to Him to meet our deep needs for love, for security and significance. People will always fall short and/or fail us, and really, they don't have what it is that we're truly seeking and longing for. God does, and when we go to Him to be filled up, we are able to keep giving for the sake of giving and not as a means of receiving. This is so vitally important with our children (again, as it it with any relationships) whatever their ages.

When we give freely, to the Lord, not looking to receive (from human hands or hearts), the Lord will give back to us in amazing ways, supernaturally, perhaps through the one/s that we've given to, but perhaps not. Perhaps through another, or others. Just as God promises, we do reap what we sow, but I think we limit God when we don't freely give as He desires and directs and then wait for Him to be the One to give back, seeing that really and truly, all that we do receive comes from Him. Amy Carmichael has another saying that I love, "Though givest and they gather". How beautiful is God's loving economy.....We have nothing, He has everything, and of His great wealth (in ways far beyond the monetary) He freely gives, what He knows we most need.

I'm all for being lovingly, consistently, firm with children and putting up boundaries with rules and guidelines--children need and thrive in a secure environment where someone is lovingly in charge, but I do think It puts a heavy burden on our children when we want them to be or do certain things in certain ways for us to feel that we are successful parents and/or loved and appreciated. If mistakes have been made, and you find yourself not having and holding your children's hearts as you had hoped and desired, love them. Pray for them and love them. Find any and every way of expressing your acceptance of them. I guess I'm writing this mainly for you many precious ones you that have written to me, hurting so deeply because your older children are making choices that are contrary to all that you have taught them and hoped and dreamed for them. Making choices that it seems are going to hurt them, their lives, their futures.

To you, I'm gently saying gently, "let go. Let God love you, and them". There does come a point, when as parents, we have to sit back and allow God to work on the inside, perhaps saying and doing very little, physically, ourselves. And, as we yield to God's way, letting what we do say and do, be said and done in His Spirit of loving acceptance. Only God can work on the inside of a person's heart. And, there's a good chance that while He's busy about the business of doing so, it will (to our human eyes of understanding) look to be anything but, the means of guiding our loved one/s and us, anywhere near where we'd be hoping (for them or us) to go. As always, prayer is not doing nothing, it is the greater work.

This said, just last night, Big Papa and I were once again marveling over the fact that He doesn't just take up the parenting of our children once they're grown and out on their own. Oh, no. Rather, through circumstances that He allows in our lives and in their's, He's desirous of shaping and forming and thus parenting them, through us and the countless people and situations that touch their precious lives, right from the very start....Beginning by placing them in their (specific) mama's womb, by the fruit of the union of their (specific) mama and papa's love.

Don't be quick to be (or long) discouraged by what you see or are experiencing externally, rather, go to God and His Word (as often as you need to) and allow Him to walk you and yours through whatever it is that He is allowing. As much as it might hurt and as dark as the path may seem, He is always leading you towards light and life, in Him. He knows not only where you want to go, but how to get you there. Praise Him and thank Him for the deep work that He is doing. If and as you see that you've made mistakes go ahead and be right up front about it. Quietly, let God, and your children, know that yes, you do see it (because God does, and will be excited that you do,too, and your children most likely do, too). Your brokenness and humility will touch their tender and perhaps hurting hearts, if you have--as we all have--made mistakes, whether they say so or not. A great-big-fat part of parenting is humbly apologizing--saying I was wrong--and asking for forgiveness from our children, quickly and often. I have to acknowledge mistakes and apologize to my children so often, but the amazing thing is, it only causes them to love and respect me more. God's ways. Amazing. Who'd a thought, it's actually legal to make mistakes and admit it when we're not perfect, and despite our best intentions, miss the mark. :o)

Wherever you are with your children, even if they are young adults and are making choices that you are grieving, and/or you have made choices you are now grieving, love them. Speak words of life, to them and about them. Be their friend, and be the very best friend that you can be to them, by and through whatever means God leads you to wisely do so. Hug them (even if they bristle a bit when you do so). Massage their shoulders. Rub their backs. Touch them. Spend time having fun with them. Laugh with them. Above all pray for them. God loves and cares for them far more than even you as their own mother and father could ever hope to. They are so precious to Him. You are too. He knows your heart and it's deepest desires. He knows your children and desires their greatest good, but also has access to the deepest places of that intricate labyrinth which is inside of them. He is ever and always at work in ways that we cannot see. Pray for your children, give them over to Him and then walk in the peace that He gives you, each day. Let Him take care of all that concerns you. He will. He is faithful. He is love. Without faith it is impossible to please God.

I know I've said it so many times, but sometimes it seems it can never be said enough, to me, to each one of us. How often we need to remind one another. How inconceivably important it is.

Do take the time, often, to just love on your sweet children...... to look into their eyes, listen to them, read to them, sing to them. Simply be with them, pulling them alongside you in your daily activities and entering into theirs, putting things of lesser importance aside, and in acceptance and praise of who they are--just the way God made them. Keep going for their hearts. Let your goal and aim be to win those tender little hearts (and likewise the perhaps not so little hearts, that are still tender on the inside) that are so looking and longing to be won by you and ultimately Jesus--regardless of how young or old they are--in loving best--friendship.

The time passes so quickly, but unlike the hope of many more autumns, winters, springs and summers yet to come and be looked forward to and enjoyed all over again, this season of being a mother will only come around once, while the the fruit of our labors during this one season will bless us for a lifetime. This day is all we know for sure that we have. And as it passes, though others may come in it's place, we will never have today again. It's a gift. A gift given by God, in His gracious love. Every new day, fresh with no mistakes in it, as His mercies are new every morning.

Be with Jesus. Let Him hold you close and tenderly, lovingly, parent you, and as He parents you, you parent your precious children. It's the very best way. A blessed way. His yoke is easy and His burden is light. All His ways are overflowing with life and love......and over the course of the moments, days, and years that He graciously gives, the fruit will be sweet. So sweet, in abundance, in His way, in His time, beginning with today. Cast your cares upon Him. Trust that His word is true--He cares for you, more than any other could ever hope to. You are so free to rest in His love, today, amidst any and all circumstances, as well as tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that....

Thanks so much for coming by for a visit. I do realize that time and (lack of) internet connection hasn't allowed me to post as often as I did in the past. I'm not sure if/or when this will change, or not. My desire has been to get back into the swing of shorter posts and less photos on a more frequent basis, and that may work out, but to be honest, it does seem that blogging--the computer overall, really, since setting it aside during our transition--has taken on an entirely different rhythm for me, this time around, which is nice in many ways. We'll see, I'm praying for things to fall into place *just right* :o)  For now, if you don't hear from me for awhile, know that I'm still here, tending to the things of home and relationships (here and beyond) ; loving and enjoying my life and family and the countless blessed things that fill the moments of each day, and that I'll pop in for a hello when and as I'm able.

Thank you, again, for all of your very kind and loving notes. You're all so sweet. So precious. Thanks for taking the time to share the gift of your treasured bits and pieces of your lives with me--how blessed I am by your sharing. Thank the Lord, for blessing and keeping you, and each of your beautiful families--every special and uniquely crafted one.
With much love, Jewels

The country road that takes me home

A Simply Lovely Life

Some of you might remember a stroll we took together down the road of my old neighborhood, over a year ago, now. My, how much has changed since then. Much that I could never have imagined, nor been able to bring to pass on my own. Much that I never would have chosen, myself, knowing all the waiting and wondering amidst uncertainties, stretching and challenge and weariness, that would ensue during the transitional period of getting there. But, God knew, and He knows, what is best. Not just for the here and now. Oh no! He sees past, present, and future. He sees us, and every single one that our lives will affect. His thoughts and ways are higher than ours. He is able to work on the inside--where we, or no one else, can truly touch, and on the outside--amidst our circumstances, however difficult or painful or confusing, or even seemingly hopeless they may at times be.

Also, sometimes, in answer to our very prayers, He, in his lovingkindness, works at warp speed--again, as only He can, in our lives and situations. When He does this, about all we can do is hold on (to Him) for dear life. While He takes us down the road less traveled things can get pretty topsy-turvy and discombulated (from our perspective) for a time. Things might not make a whole lot of sense to us (if we try and figure it out with our human reasoning) during this season, and may make even less sense to everyone else--this is most likely a given. It can be pretty lonely, but it's during just such times--when God is actually doing some of the most beautiful things in our lives, yes, answering the deepest cries of our hearts and preparing us for days ahead--that we may feel like anything but good is happening, and highly doubt that anything good could ever come out of our present difficult (painful, confusing, possibly seemingly hopeless) situation.

May I just draw you close and whisper in your ear, a few simple thoughts, that I believe with all my heart? Things that He has faithfully proven to be true throughout my 26 years of walking in best friendship with Him.

He is in control.

He loves you.

He only desires good for you.

He allows us to hurt that we might heal and grow and change. And, He hurts with us and for us while we're hurting (and healing and growing and changing). Far more than any other could ever hope to.

If He is allowing it, it is all for good.

Don't try to figure it out.

Don't try to wriggle your way out or numb yourself, to make it go away.

And trust, that if you never in a million years would have chosen to be in the place that you find yourself in, that you don't need to try and change it (or any of the other people involved) but are free to accept it, and rest in and walk in, the peace that passes all understanding, that will surely come--supernaturally--for you having done so, by His grace. His love is allowing it.

Talk to Him--in the simplest terms. Be honest. Be real. Ask Him to show you what He's trying to teach you (which goes so much deeper than your circumstances, and will be in time, simply understood without even trying to understand, by His Spirit). Read your Bible--looking for Him amidst it's pages. It's not like any other book. Ask Him to be your life. Like the air you breathe. Like the food you eat and water you drink. Ask Him to be your everything. All of life changes when He becomes so.

Trust me, it's so worth Him revealing our great need for Him--though whatever circumstances He allows--for us to finally come to understand how very much we need Him (and needed Him all along) and that nothing or no one can take His place in our hearts and lives. He is near to the broken hearted. When you are hurting He is there--always, in all ways. He knows that we make mistakes, and doesn't require us to try and make things right before we give them over to Him. It's okay. We can simply stop at any point, let go, and rest in Him. He can make sense--even of our biggest muddles, where we tend to, I believe, in our fixing of things, merely get ourselves muddled all the more.

It's in the waiting and the resting and the trusting, amidst what He is allowing; this (in large part) inactivity on our part (because, if you notice, He kind of gets us situated so that we ourselves are for the most part powerless to affect change--I think this is where the blessing lies, but what is also what induces the fear and panic factor), that opens the way for His superior supernatural activity. What He's allowing (if we'll allow Him to allow it) is going to get us where we want to go.

Amy Carmichael has a saying that has been such a comfort to me over the years. I believe it's in her little book, "IF", which is a treasure. She said, "In acceptance lieth peace". I find it particularly helpful to grab onto when I am in the throws of some particular situation that's turning me inside-out and upside-down, and threatening to throw me head-long into a state of disaquilabration. Like the placenta previa, and subsequent hospital stays and the grand-royal-treatment-c-section birth of  my precious youngest treasure, after seven beautiful home births. Like Big Papa losing the job that he'd held his entire adult life (which is also when you and I went for that walk, just down the road, in my dear old neighborhood, remember?) and selling our home in a topsy-turvy, unstable housing market. Him gone all week, every week--for three months, during the entire process while we completely renovated that cozy old home that we were, then, praying that He'd sell.

These are but two recent examples, to say, that if/and as I focused on my situtations--things that I would have absolutely never chosen for myself--I would find myself drowning. Preoccupied and unable to love and care for those that needed me--in the present moment. Fearful. Worried about many things. And there were many things that could have been, and at times were, deemed worry worthy. The needs were very great and very real, to the point where I could feel obligated to focus on them and worry about them. Since I was in many ways unable to do anything about them, to affect change, which was something that in my discomfort and uncertainties I would have brought about immediatley if I could have.

My only choices were to worry,
or to rest and trust.
And believe,
that since
I never
would have chosen
my present
difficult,
stretching,
painful,
confusing,
circumstances,
that God
who was,
and is,
far bigger
and smarter
and more powerful than I,
whose hands
each and every thing and one
that was,
and is,
allowed
to even touch my life
must fist pass through
before even getting near to me,
was
allowing it
and using it
not only for my good
but for the good of many.

And to remember, as Amy said........"In acceptance lieth peace".

We are not being irresponsible, by not worrying, or feeling bad about, or striving against, the things that we cannot change, no matter how hard and out of control they may seem to be. It is absolutely legal, and we are free, in Him, to tell our cares and concerns, needs, struggles, hopes, dreams and desires, to Him--pour them all out--and walk away from them, leaving them in His care, knowing we have not only done something, but we have done the greater thing. We have placed our life and times in His hands--in childlike faith--and walked away to do the next thing, however small or simple, or seemingly insignificant in the scheme of things, that may seem to be at the time.

Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice.

Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication (*being supple, bendable, pliable while waiting) with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.

Philippians 4: 4, 6-8 King James Version (*inserted thought, mine)

Rejoice in the Lord always [delight, gladden yourselves in Him]; again I say, Rejoice!

Do not fret or have any anxiety about anything, but in every circumstance and in everything, by prayer and petition (definite requests), with thanksgiving, continue to make your wants known to God.

And God's peace [shall be yours, that tranquil state of a soul assured of its salvation through Christ, and so fearing nothing from God and being content with its earthly lot of whatever sort that is, that peace] which transcends all understanding shall garrison and mount guard over your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.

For the rest, brethren, whatever is *true, whatever is worthy of reverence and is honorable and seemly, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely and lovable, whatever is kind and winsome and gracious, if there is any virtue and excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think on and weigh and take account of these things [fix your minds on them].                                         

Philippians 4: 4, 6-8 Amplified Bible *God's Word is true

God is there. He is always at work, most often in ways that we cannot see, nor could we entirely understand, even if we could. I do believe that He is getting us exactly where we want to go, but in His way, in His time. The very same way and time that we, too, would choose, IF we could see and know and understand, evey thing and every one, and had all the power, as only He does.

He loves you and He is always for you. You really, truly, needn't fear, today or tomorrow. You needn't try to please people, or live up to their expectations. His yoke is easy and His burden is light. Give Him your cares and then ask Him to show you the next thing to do. If you find that your eyes are taken off of yourself and you are seeing the most basic needs of those around you and are drawn to meet them--even if it is with the little or nothing that you might have, physically, materially, it is Him. Let go of the cares (to Him) and leave them there, and let Him love--you, and those around you.

If you can, put in some worship music (or any music beautiful to you to create an embracing atmosphere of beauty and peace) and focus on Him--the hub of the wheel--and turn away leaving the cares, the heaviness, the concerns, with him, as you choose to let go and turn to do the next practical thing, as best you are able. He will be faithful to tend to those "spokes of the wheel", as you trust (knowing that he cares tenderly for you, just like you do for your own children--just think about that. It's amazing) that He'll be pleased--so pleased--with your sweet offering of yourself, to Him, just as you are, right where you are, with what you have to give. He is so easy to please. He takes our little or nothing and transforms it into something of immeasurable value and worth. Priceless jewels. We are always free to leave our cares with Him, accepting where we are, without shame or fear and go on to do the next thing.

Set a pot of simple soup to cook on the stove or in the crockpot. Let the children help you make it.

Make yourself a cup of tea, and read a story to your children. Give them some tea, too.

Hang out a load of laundry. String a simple line along somewhere and let your children hang some of the smaller things on that--right along beside you.

Make a list of all the things you have to be thankful for. Have your children help you. It will so bless your heart to see life through their sparkling eyes of wonder. You'll feel your burden/s lifted, just knowing that what matters most to them, is simply that you love them, and are so thankful that they're yours and not someone else's. God is so good.

Take your precious children--however young or old they are--alongside you, throughout the moments of each day, as your dearest, closest friends.

Talk to them.

Sing to them.

Read to them.

Explore the beauty and wonder of nature with them. Endless delights.

Praise them. Praise them. Praise them.

Thank them for even the smallest things they do for you, receiving their sweet, small kindnesses as the gifts that they are.

The relationships are what matters, most, most, most, of all.

Your house may be messy, your laundry piled up, you may not have been able to do this, that, or the other thing, but no one can do everything.

Do the first thing, and let the first thing be to just love and care for the people in your life.

If cares or extra commitments or certain relationships are hindering you from doing so, cast them (the cares) aside, or set them (extra commitments or certain relationships) aside, until things are running smoothly and you feel able to reach out a bit further.

You may not have much money, or many things, but you have the greatest of treasure, in your family. Love and serve them, from your heart, with whatever you do have, living to please no one, but the Lord. And He will be most pleased, and mulitply what you do have, in His way, in His time. You just trust, and rest, and love. Let go of anything that threatens to steal away that love in the moment. Give it to Him, and leave it with Him. That's His concern, not yours. He is far more than able to take care of people and situations, and He will, if you will give it over, wait, and let Him. Trusting that He really is one who can be trusted.

If you have to face a difficulty today (and you may and will at times) breathe deeply, send your simplest prayer of childlike trust-- with all it's fears and/or concerns of inadequacies and possibilities--up to the Lord, and then go in, or out, to face --knowing that He is not surprised by or afraid of, anything.

Perfect love casts out fear.

He wants to love--even the big scary people, in the big scary situations--and when we allow ourselves to get fearful about today or tomorrow, or this person or that person or situation and begin thinking about it, dwelling on it, trying to figure it out, worrying about it (and we really don't need to. It's entirely legal not to......remember that :o) we clog up the channels of His love and what He's got in motion, on our behalf--today. Right now. We fail to walk in the wonder of this very moment, this very day, that he is calling us to. The little things. The simple things. The things that add up to the big things that our heart is truly desirous of and longing for.

And, as always, by all means, when they well up and begin to spill over, do let the tears flow......out to Him. Tell Him everything. He loves you. To Him you are a precious child. Thank Him for your difficulties and what He is doing in and through them, that is too big for you to fully comprehend. And, let Him walk you through, carry you through, them. He wants to, and He will. Let Him love and care for you, right now, just where you are. Just as you are.

He's using the circumstances of today to set the stage for, and prepare you (and those you love) for, tomorrow... and the day after that... and the day after that.... God not only sees the past and knows and understands us from conception to present, but He sees the future--our future, which is why His love is allowing what it is allowing, today. Though it will not always seem so to our human understanding, He is always love, always kind, always deeply caring, and always at work on our behalf, and behalf of our precious families, causing all things to work together, for good. In the difficulties, the losses, the sorrows, the pain, there is growth, change, beauty--preparation, for what is to come--for us, for generations. 

"In acceptance lieth peace".

May He give us the grace, to accept what He allows and softly allow Him to walk us, and/or carry us, through. May He tenderly lead us through any and all seasons of the inevitable weeping/s that endureth for the night, to the joy that (will surely) cometh in the morning.

So, all this said, what do you say we take one of our old time rambles, together, saying farewell to one of the loveliest of summers I've ever known--as she willingly gives way to change, once again. The colors come--preparation for the falling of the leaves of autumn, who will likewise accept her coming end, as she closes her eyes in surrender, to the sweet sleep, and long, quiet rest, of winter.

To everything there is a season and a time for every purpose under heaven.

This time, let's head down and around and back on this old country road, where God has seen fit to tuck us in, for this present season of our life's journey. It's a mile and a half long. A dead end. There are six houses on the road, and we are the second to the last. Our house was actually the first farmhouse on the road. It was built 175 years ago, and all the land that you'll see along our hike to the end of the road and back, at one time belonged to the family that first lived in this delightful old farmhouse. Then, the only home on the road. It's got quite an interesting history. If only the walls could talk, yes?

All right, get your littlest one/s tied on.





And, your little bit bigger one/s snugged in.

The links above the two photos of Claire carrying Maggie, will take you to a couple of wonderful newborn wrap carriers. And, the one just above, will take you to the best of the best of workhorse carriers, the Ergo (which Wesley is carrying Josie in, and Julia--Celeisa, and Big Papa--Sophia in, in the photos below). You can actually do your to all that needs doing at home (inside and out), go for nice long hikes, and lug your babies and toddlers just about anywhere, in this, without your back and neck hurting, when you're done. They're great. Our family's favorite of all (the many) that we've used over the years.

Julia--16, and Celeisa--2. Best of buds.

One of my favorite shots--ever :o)

Pop a few in your wagon or jogger, and/or let some happily skip along beside us or ride their bikes, and let's go :o)

We'll head out from my house and make our way down to the end--the main road--and back, okay? A nice quiet stroll, we'll most likely not meet with a single car the entire way.

The first photo , above, was taken at the top of the hill that you make your way up to soon as you get going--straightaway. You'll see it from the other direction and down towards my house, on the way back. Our very dear, kind and caring neighbor, Pete---who's 92, lives in that old farmhouse down on the right. I love him, and so enjoy spending time with him. Doesn't his place look a little bit like the grandfather's house, in Johanna Spyri's, "Heidi"? This is such a lovely view. I always pause to take a deep breath--drinking in the beauty--every single time I come up over this hill.

These, are another one of our neighbor's, horses, out to pasture.



Shyly friendly.



Inquisitive.



Oh. Wait. We've only just made our way down and around the corner from Pete's and here comes a vehicle. Well now, it's only the relatives. James--20 (with his yet to be trimmed --after getting a bit torched when he got burned--beard. His nose got scorched, too. ;o), and Joseph--18, stopping to sing us a song (in it's entirety). Love it.



Love them. Could not imagine my life without them. Scruffy looking buggers that they are ;o)



Waving the boys off, as we continue on our way, and they head out around the bend.



Nearing the end and the main--country--road.



A farm, off in the distance, across the main road--which is a good ways beyond the water, there. The farm is right on the main road. So, let's keep going.....C'mon :o)



Now we're at the main road and looking down---in the direction of Wesley and Claire and the girl's home. They're about five minutes away. There's that farm that you saw in the last photo.



Now, turned around and headed back towards the homestead.....Are you ready to mosie back on up that bit of a hill? Ahhh, the wind at our backs and that warm sunshine on our faces. Sure feels good doesn't it?



This is the hill to the left, in the above photo. It's way bigger than it looks and in the winter it can be covered with over 50 deer at a time. Actually, probably more like 100. Honestly. It's really an amazing sight.



Up and over this little knoll



And around and down past Pete's. Pete still cuts his own grass--huge, beautiful yard--on a ride-on lawn tractor. Isn't it artistic, the way that he mows in this soft sweep around the pine tree? Another one--of those many--things that are far more lovely in real life.



Pete's behind us, now. Up and back, past our neighbors on the left and our other neighbors--with the horses--on the right. Our home is just over and down that hill, and off to the right. Remember that hill? The one we first made our way to the top of? Let me just (honesty--pause here to catch my breath) say, that the hill, from this direction is a good deal grander in real life, than it looks here, especially, when you're making your way up it, on foot. Everything is considerably minimized in the photos. But, don't get too winded, cause we're not home, yet. :o)



I know things have been pretty quiet so far. Just wait 'til we pop over to the other side. As always, things are hoppin' in our little corner of the world :o)



And, the welcome back home, begins.....





Oh, how I'll one day miss seeing shoes and boots on the wrong feet.



Giddy-up.



Too cute. Doesn't Sophia look like a flying squirrel?





Home.



And family.



And lots to do. You can stay and help, too. :o)



A big turkey's in the oven, slowly baking 'til supper time. Oh how we'll all enjoy that with lots of great stuff--fresh from the garden (ours and Eli's). Potatoes--mashed, with gravy. Sweet corn. Beets. And, nice full glasses of freshly brewed Kombucha to top it all off.

Thanks so much for taking the time to come by. I hope you enjoyed our stroll as much as I did. And, thanks a million for helping to take the laundry from the line and folding it, doing the dishes, gathering in the goods from the garden and milking the goats. We'll take care of the supper dishes. You just relax and finish your Kombucha before you go.

But, do come again ;o) and I'll look forward to seeing you, then.

To each precious one that wrote and shared your heart. Thank-you. I'm so glad you did. What a privilege it is to be able to carry our burdens, together, in His love. I am praying--with you and for you, and sending you much, much, tender love and a big gentle hug.

Your sister and friend, Jewels

Resting in His love

A Simply Lovely Life

Now there was leaning on Jesus' bosom one of his disciples, whom Jesus loved.
John 13:23

Surely I have composed and quieted my soul; Like a weaned child rests against his mother, My soul is like a weaned child within me.
NAS version

See, I have made my soul calm and quiet, like a child on its mother's breast; my soul is like a child on its mother's breast.
Bible in Basic English

Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of his mother: my soul is even as a weaned child.
KJV
Psalm 131:2

Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee.
Isaiah 26:3

Now it came to pass, as they went, that he entered into a certain village: and a certain woman named Martha received him into her house.

And she had a sister called Mary, which also sat at Jesus' feet, and heard his word.

But Martha was cumbered about much serving, and came to him, and said, Lord, dost thou not care that my sister hath left me to serve alone? bid her therefore that she help me.

And Jesus answered and said unto her, Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things:

But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.
Luke 10: 38-42

Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast.
I will cry unto God most high; unto God that performeth all things for me.
Psalm 57: 20-21

He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.

I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.

Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence.

He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.

Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day;

Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.

A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee.

Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked.

Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation;

There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.

For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.

They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.

Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder: the young lion and the dragon shalt thou trample under feet.

Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver him: I will set him on high, because he hath known my name.

He shall call upon me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him, and honour him.
With long life will I satisfy him, and shew him my salvation.                                                         Psalm 91

As beautiful as this life can be, there are many sorrows and difficulties that we must pass through along the way, too, I know. God knows, and loves us so in the midst of them--as He is faithful--on our behalf, and behalf of those we love, to be working all things together for good, just as he says he will, in his Word. Even though circumstances may seem to be shouting otherwise.

And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.
Romans 8:28

He shall feed his flock like a shepherd: he shall gather the lambs with his arm, and carry them in his bosom, and shall gently lead those that are with young.                                                            Isaiah 40:11

And that nothing can ever separate us from his immense love for us.

What shall we then say to these things? If God be for us, who can be against us?

He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all things?

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?

Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.

For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,

Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Romans 8:31, 32, 35, 37-39

On this post, I'd like to say, that if you have any care/s or concern/s, sorrow/s, confusion/s, or trouble/s, a longing to know God more intimately or be able to trust in his loving care for you to a greater degree--anything that's weighing on your heart, please feel free to leave me a note, here, and I'll be praying for you (and yours). I have a couple of very dear friends that will be so glad to pray for you, too. I won't be publishing any of the requests/comments on this post, so that you can feel free to openly share your heart.

For those that have already written and shared, I'm thinking of you (and yours) and praying for you.

If life is hard for you, just now, may you rest your head upon His bosom, receiving the soft, quieting kiss of his sweetest, all-knowing, compassionate understanding, upon your weary, heavily-burdened mind, and the secure embrace of his all-powerful, tenderly-gentle love, felt all around, and through and through, your entire being. Wherever you may be, whatever you may be passing through. He does see you. He does know--everything. He does understand (far better than even you could ever hope to). He does care--deeply, and weeps with you and for you, holding all of your tears in a bottle. He is at work, taking care of you in ways that you cannot see, and on your behalf, causing all things to work together for good. May he hold you close, and make his love known to you. He does love you so.

He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love. In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him.Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins.
First John 4: 8-10

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.                                                                                  John 3:16

This is my commandment, That ye love one another, as I have loved you. Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
John 15:12-13

A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another.
John 13:34

By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another
John 13:35

Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.
First John 4:7

For this is the message that ye heard from the beginning, that we should love one another.
First John 3:11

And this is his commandment, That we should believe on the name of his Son Jesus Christ, and love one another, as he gave us commandment.
First John 3:23

Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another.
First John 4:11

No man hath seen God at any time. If we love one another, God dwelleth in us, and his love is perfected in us.
First John 4:12

Be kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly love; in honour preferring one another;
Romans 12:10

Owe no man any thing, but to love one another: for he that loveth another hath fulfilled the law
Romans 13:8

For, brethren, ye have been called unto liberty; only use not liberty for an occasion to the flesh, but by love serve one another.
Galations 5:13

With all lowliness and meekness, with longsuffering, forbearing one another in love;
Ephesians 4:2

And the Lord make you to increase and abound in love one toward another, and toward all men, even as we do toward you:
First Thessalonians 3:12

But as touching brotherly love ye need not that I write unto you: for ye yourselves are taught of God to love one another.
First Thessalonians 4:9

And let us consider one another to provoke unto love and to good works:
Hebrews 10:24

Seeing ye have purified your souls in obeying the truth through the Spirit unto unfeigned love of the brethren, see that ye love one another with a pure heart fervently:
First Peter 1:22

And now I beseech thee, lady, not as though I wrote a new commandment unto thee, but that which we had from the beginning, that we love one another.
Second John 1:5

And this is love, that we walk after his commandments. This is the commandment, that, as ye have heard from the beginning, ye should walk in it.

I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth.
Second John verse 6 and Third John verse 4.

Keep yourselves in the love of God.....Now unto him that is able to keep you from falling, and to present you faultless before the very presence of his glory with exceeding joy, to our only wise God our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever.

Much, much, love to you, in Him.

Thanks so much for sharing your hearts and lives with me the past couple of days. The gift is so beautiful to me.

Rest well, today and every day, in Him, dearly beloved.

Tenderly, Jewels

And one of the scribes came, and having heard them reasoning together, and perceiving that he had answered them well, asked him, Which is the first commandment of all?

And Jesus answered him, The first of all the commandments is, Hear, O Isreal; The Lord our God is one Lord:

And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength: this is the first commandment.

And the second is like, namely this, Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. There is none other greater than these.

And the scribe said unto him, Well, Master, thou hast said the truth: for there is one God; and there is none other but he:

And to love him with all the understanding, and with all the soul, and with all the strength, and to love his neighbor as himself, is more than all whole burnt offerings and sacrifices.

And when Jesus saw that he answered discreetly, he said unto him, Thou art not far from the kingdom of God...

Mark 12:28-34