It's the Little Things

The garden last year was a bust other than the kohlrabi and the radishes. That's mom holding up our bounty. We both don't really know what to do with kohlrabi, but the radishes were good with butter.

There is nothing like a college algebra class to divide attention away from the things that really matter. That is where my entire last summer went and I had no energy left to tend to growing anything. Having finally conquered the dreaded math class I feel much more comfortable throwing some of that energy into this years garden.

The family helped put up fences to keep the chickens out and hopefully some deer as well. That's mom again helping out with her trusty mini tiller.

I am happy about this garden and have hopes for tomatoes so juicy that they run down my chin.

We also bought fruit trees from Stark growers who are located only 3 hours away from Waynesville. We bought three apple trees suited to Missouri, a peach tree and a cherry tree too. The first year of homesteading was about learning how to raise chickens. This will be the year to begin establishing our gardens.

 

 Seeds for perennials, I have only dreamed about having, are started and doing well. As a military family we have moved with too much frequency to consider planting anything other than annuals, but I think we will be here for a while.

So bring on the garden and all of the joys it inspires. Thank you God for all the blessings you have given me and my family.

Brightness

Like all people I get to a point where I cannot see straight. But God in his grace is stronger than I am and provides beauty that sustains, restores and heals.

 This is what the world looks like now. It is amazing how sunshine and color do wonders for the soul. Take a look around the Missouri countryside and just try to deny that there is a God who loves us and is good. Scripture says that event he rocks and stones cry out his glory. I believe it.

Lost

    Silence,

in the House of the Lost.

Destruction reigns here and why not? Nobody took the time to make repairs.

Inside and out there is no peace, no warmth. It is gone, maybe forever.

    When did Satan take over? What did I do wrong? I cannot remember doing anything that would have invited trouble. Yet, I am so familiar with stirring it up with my prayers. We prayed around our property a week ago in order to kick a spirit of poverty out. Since then I have been undergoing all kinds of difficulties. I am not surprised, but the weight grows heavy.

     No this shack is not my house. It is evidence of another families failure to conquer adversity. It represents my heart right now very well in its fallen down state . I question my emotions for accuracy. That is the maddening part about feeling scared, lonely, and hopeless; you wonder if somehow you brought it on yourself. For instance; did my surly mood cause the atmosphere of darkness that is inside my walls, or  am I the victim? I just know that I am trusting God to hold me together right now.

Do I still have a home?

Silence has fallen in the house of the lost. When will my deliverer come?



Psalm 34:17

The righteous cry out and the Lord hears them. He delivers them from all their troubles.

34:18

The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.

Psalm 54:1

Save me, oh God by your name. vindicate me by your might. 2: Hear my prayer, oh God listen to the words of my mouth.

Psalm 75:2

You say I choose the appointed time, it is I who judge uprightly.


I agree.