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Seek God not the miracles

 

Ah, Lord GOD!
It is you who have made the heavens and the earth
by your great power
and
by your outstretched arm!
Nothing is too hard for you.
Jeremiah 32:17 ESV

Background

I wrote this last week but have waited to post it on the blog. This morning on the way to the grocery store, I realized why. This is a cool story about a miracle I witness first hand. But, I don’t want to glorify the miracle. God moved in a miraculous way because of his deep love. It is so easy for us to read stories about a miracle and lose the focus. We need to keep our eyes on the creator of the miracle, not the miracle itself.

There are people who believe that God no longer does miracles. I do not feel this way. I trust that the God of the Bible still does miraculous things in our lives. While we should not base our doctrine on experience; it does have a place. Experiences need to be filtered through the lens of Scripture.

I want to share with you a miracle that I experienced several years ago. While I have told the story numerous times, I have never written it out nor shared it here. My hope is that this story will lead you into a deeper love and awe for our Daddy God.

God shows up and shows off

When I was in my 20’s back in the mid-1980’s, I shared a two bedroom apartment with another teacher. I was a special education teacher and she was a music teacher. We both loved the Lord. Every Friday night we opened our apartment to a group of ladies who were in our age group. We studied the Word, prayed together and ate lots of junk food. It was a time of worship and friendship. We supported each other in the unique time of learning how to be an adult. We all had jobs and lived away from our parents but were unsure about being adults. We became that support system for each other.

There was one lady in our group, I will call her A. that had mild cerebral palsy. She walked with a limp and needed a cane for support. Her left hand was curled in a fist. She had a good job and lived in an apartment. She loved the Lord. By all outward appearances, her life was good. But she was struggling in areas that none of her friends noticed.

One night after dinner, my roommate had this strange look come across her face. She said that she needed to call A. because she was going to kill herself. I normally would have questioned her but I could tell she was serious. I started pacing and praying as she dialed A.’s phone number by memory.

Since this was in the mid-1980’s, we had a corded phone. My roommate sat at the dining room table as I walked ruts into the carpet praying. My roommate was on the phone with A. for about 20 to 30 minutes. What transpired during that time convinced me that God still does miracles. He has a plan and he loves us more than we can imagine.

A. answered the phone quickly. My roommate did not pussyfoot around. She asked her straight out, “Are you planning to kill yourself?” A. let out a gasp, “Yes.” A. went on to explain that she was in bed with her pajamas on. She had a glass of water sitting on her nightstand and was getting ready to swallow a bottle full of pills. She was reaching for the pills to end her life when the phone rang. She answered the phone instead of picking up the pills.

 

Throughout the conversation, my roommate repeated back to A. everything that she said. She wanted to make sure that she correctly understood everything A. said. She also wanted to let me know what was going on since I was praying. Remember these are the days before speakerphones. We had to do it the old school way.

A.went on to explain that she desperately wanted to get married and have children. She felt that because of her disability no man would ever desire her as a wife. She understood that she had friends and a good job but she wanted a husband. She had convinced herself that it would never happen. She was ready to end her life because she was sure what she feared was going to happen.

I don’t remember what my roommate said to A.. All I know is that the Holy Spirit gave her the wisdom she needed. After about 20 or 30 minutes, A. was calm. She understood that suicide was not the answer to her problems. She was no longer in danger of taking her own life.

My room-mate was praising God that A. had not taken her life. But A. interrupted her with these fateful words, “You don’t understand the whole miracle.” A. went on to explain that when she decided it was time to take her own life, she wanted privacy. She didn’t want any interruptions so she unplugged the phone from the wall. This was the mid-1980’s. There were no such things as cell phones. For phones to function, they had to be plugged into the wall.  She only answered the phone because she was shocked that it rang! She knew it shouldn’t ring because she unplugged it from the wall. My roommate had no way of knowing that the hand of God was connecting our phone to A.’s phone that night.

Where the phone should have been plugged into to work. It wasn’t.

As time went on, I lost track of A.. But my last memory of her was seeing her walk into church with her husband and two children.

What do you think?

I don’t know who I am writing this for you or myself. What I do hope is that you hear the tender whispers of your heavenly Daddy saying, “I love you.”

What is your response to this story? Do you believe that God still does miracles? Have you ever experienced one? Is it hard for you to seek God and not just what He can do for you? I know that it can be for me.

 

 

Soli Deo Gloria

Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect. Romans 12:2

 I like to write. I enjoy this blog. I think God has things that he wants to say to people through this blog. And yet, I have trouble writing and posting things.

It is almost time to renew my domain name. It costs money. While it is not a lot of money, my husband asked me to consider whether it should be renewed or if I should move to a free service. You would not notice the difference; it would be a difference on my end.

I have been reading a book on hearing the voice of God. (I will write a review of the book and post it here when I finish it.) The chapter I was reading this morning dealt with how God speaks to us through his Word.

I have had Romans 12:2 floating around in my head for days. I knew it was about the blog. But I didn’t understand what it meant and still don’t see all the subtle implications of this verse.

I have not promoted the blog because I am not sure how to do it in a Godly manner. I have learned many things from the internet about blogging. Most of them have been good. But, I am at a point where I need to grow the blog. The basics are set. I am ready for the next step.

I don’t know how. The things that I am reading, the webinars that I am hearing make me feel sick in my spirit. The titles are thing like, “How to get 1000 people on your email list in 30 days in 15 easy steps.” Or, “I made this much money off my blog last month and you can too.” I feel like if I follow these things I will be conforming to the standards of the world.

It is all about me, me, me, fame, money, how many people you have on your email list. Now, I am not going to lie, I would like to make money off my blog. But not like this. If I make money it has to be in a manner that is glorifying to God. I can’t do this the way the world does.

I would like to take the next step and grow the blog. I would ask those of you who read my blog to pray with me. I need wisdom. Do I stay with the current service that I am using to host the blog or move to a free service? How do I grow the blog in a manner that is worthy of my Jesus. I don’t know how to do this without being conformed to the world. But I won’t do that. This blog is Soli Deo Gloria, for the glory of God alone. If it can’t be done that way, there is no reason to do it.

As always, I would love to hear your comments. If you have areas that you struggling not to be conformed to the world, I will join with you in prayer. All comments come to me for approval prior to being posted on the site. If you would like prayer and don’t want it posted for the public, let me know.

The Rainbow

When the bow is in the clouds, I will see it and remember the everlasting covenant between God and every living creature of all flesh that is on the earth. Gen 9:16 (ESV)

Rainbow over my ranch.

We need rain and we didn’t get any the day of the rainbow. There was rain nearby but none of it fell on our property. Before the streak ended, we had 11 consecutive days of 100+ degree temperatures. It is miserable outside and it is dry.

This is the grass in my front yard. Drought does not kill Texas grass, it goes dormant. It may look dead but it will come back when there is rain.

The trees do better because they have deep roots and have seen many Texas summers but there is no grass for the sheep.

Right now, all they have to eat is the hay.

 

Many times our lives feel like this. It is hot, dry and no rain.  You might be miserable because of your job, money troubles, marriage issues or many other problems. Whatever your situation, you feel that God has left you in a hot, barren place with no food. And it goes on day after day after day with no change. You feel like this is your lot in life, you are stuck here.

Now, you have a choice. You can stay stuck in your thinking that you will be here forever or you can realize that seasons change.

This is my what my neighbor’s field looks like the spring. It doesn’t look like that now, it looks more like my front yard. The change happened in three months time.  By late fall our grass will be green again. We grow a variety of grass called Winter Rye. If I showed you a picture of the grass in December, you wouldn’t believe it. It is green, lush and beautiful.

The Bible gives us the truth that seasons and times change. If you are in a hard, miserable place right now. You will not stay there forever. You may feel that way but it will come to an end. Seasons change.

 

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:

 a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
 a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
 a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
 a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
 a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
 a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

This week, we got 3/4 of an inch of rain and there is more in the forecast for the next few days. The weather forecasters say that the temperatures in August should be cooler than usual. That means the mid to low 90’s instead of 100+. The seasons have not changed but it has started.

What about you? How do you see the seasons changing in your life? I would love to hear your comments.

I am not a morning person

For you formed my inward parts;
    you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
 I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

Psalm 139:13-14

Mornings

I am not a morning person. I have never been and probably never will.  However, I am usually the first person awake in the morning. I have planned it that way so I can be awake and social when I interact with my family. I don’t like to talk to people first thing in the morning. I adore my dogs but not when I wake up. I just want to drink my tea (Earl Grey hot) and catch up on mindless tasks on the internet. If the weather is nice, I will sit on my front porch swing while I chase the cobwebs out of my brain.

I bought it when I still drank coffee but the thought is the same with my tea.

It takes my brain between 30 to 45 minutes to wake up enough to be social. My family knows to leave me alone. I try hard not to snap at them. Usually, the things that go through my head if someone wants to talk to me too soon is not what comes out of my mouth.

During this time, I don’t want to be anywhere near my family, my dogs or my God. Yup, you read that right. I don’t want to have anything to do with God when I first get out of bed.

No, there is not hidden sin in my life. No, I am not speaking heresy that I don’t want to communicate with God. I love him and know that he loves me unconditionally.

My natural body rhythms do not allow me to be social first thing in the morning. I am not one of those people who wake up with a song in their heart praising God. I don’t understand that. If I were to think about God in those first few minutes after I wake up, my thoughts would not include praise.  My thoughts would be something like this, ” Go away, I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

Well-meaning but misguided teaching

I used to feel bad about this. I thought there was something wrong with me.  I was told that I “should” spend time with God first thing in the morning. I was taught that since Jesus arose early in the morning for prayer, we should too. I felt like such a failure! I thought my relationship with God was flawed and wrong. Did God love me if I wasn’t doing this quiet time stuff right?

God did love me and does love me! He gently helped me to understand that what I was taught was well-meaning but misguided.  He explained that he wanted to spend time with me and he loves me. He created me and knows how I am made.

Yes, you do need to spend time in prayer and in his Word. But the details are up to the two of you. It doesn’t matter what time of day you talk to him in prayer, just do it. It doesn’t matter how long you spend in prayer. Some days your conversations will be long and others much shorter.  Spend time soaking in the Word. It doesn’t matter which version. Find what works for you.

Breakfast

Many nutrition experts say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I eat breakfast every day! But, I do it in a nontraditional way. I eat breakfast somewhere between 9:00 a.m. and 11:00 a.m.  Years ago I gave up trying to eat breakfast in the first 30 minutes of my day. Lots of experts say this is the best way. It doesn’t work well for me. It upsets my stomach to eat that early.

In the same way, I have given up trying to talk to God the first thing in the morning. He didn’t create me to be able to have coherent thoughts right out of bed. My brain and my body needs some warm-up time before they work well. He knows that. I am okay with that because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

What about you?

Are you trying to have your time with God in a way that you were taught to and are finding it is not working? Change it up and try something different. Try a different time of day, location or version of the Bible. God did not create you to be like everyone else. He created you to be you.I would love to hear your thoughts!

Some days the views right before sunrise are beautiful.

 

 

 

The Latest “Doings” at the Double Portion Ranch

I feel like I haven’t written in ages.  Nothing was wrong with life, just really busy. Writing was not a priority. Living life was. Spending time with God, family, and friends was important. Pull up a chair and read about the latest “doings” around the Double Portion Ranch.
 
My husband and I repaired our chicken coop. We built a new fire pit to burn our trash. We moved 150 cinder blocks in two days. Some of those blocks were moved many times. (Google says an average cinder block weighs between 30-35 lbs.)
 
We have 20 new chicks to add to our flock of 25. Right now, they are being raised in a dog crate on the front porch. Soon they will move into a larger coop inside our approximately 20 ft. x 30 ft. chicken coop. They should start laying eggs in the early fall of this year.
 
The Pyrenes puppies are now 5 months old. They are adorable and have stolen our hearts. They are learning the ropes to protect the sheep but are still very much puppies! If there is any mud on the property, they find it.

Snowball & Sugar

Snowball

The emu chicks are growing like weeds. We have commitments from people that want to buy them. Yeah, we have sold all 5. We are making plans for them to be picked up. This should be fun because none of us, including the buyers, have ever caught a baby emu. Stayed tuned for that post.

Chicks are 2 1/2 months old.

 
We have worked on doing some spring cleaning of our front porch. There were leaves, dust, and debris from the winter that needed to be cleared away. We have a large covered porch; it is easy for clutter to accumulate. We took care of that. We have been enjoying sitting on the front porch swing in the evening. We watch the hummingbirds and fireflies until darkness falls.
 
We feel like God has said that we should “feed people”. It is a big goal with not much direction at the moment. We have hopes and dreams of what we would like to see. For now, we do what we can. In two weeks’ time, I made 6 loaves of bread and 13 dozen chocolate chip cookies. Some of it stayed here and some went to other people. We also hosted a sit-down spaghetti dinner for 11 people at our home. For some time, we have been donating to our local food bank. We are in the beginning stages of volunteering there a couple of Saturday mornings a month. We hope to be able to start in June.
 
I finished reading the entire Bible last week. This is the fourth year I have done this and it works well for me. I spend the first four(ish) months reading the entire Bible. I use a chronological reading plan; I read the books in the order that they were written. I don’t study; I make a few notes here and there. I read it like one would read a novel. Then I spend the next 8 months of the year studying topics that I noted while reading. While it might not work well for all, it is a cool process for me. I will do it again next year. I have started a verse by verse in depth study of 1 John.
 
I have written before about my plan vs. God’s plan. There have been many times in the last few weeks where I have wanted to write a blog post and have been stopped. He has said, “It’s not in the plan for today; just live life.” That is what I have done.
 
What about you? Where has life taken you the last few weeks? I leave you will a Corrie ten Boom quote that I can’t get off my mind because of the truth of it. “There is no panic in Heaven! God has no problems, only plans.”

Happy 4th Birthday Pistol!

I missed my sheep’s birthday by a few days for the blog post.  She was born on May 5, 2013. It was a Sunday morning and we were on the way to church. We were scheduled to be greeters that morning. We never made it to church that morning.

We were on the way to the car and noticed a group of sheep behind the house. One of the pregnant ewes was acting strangely. We went to investigate. It was obvious that she was in active labor. We were going to see a lamb being born. We had only lived here for a few months and had not yet seen a birth. We were excited.

This was a first-time mom. She was scared and had no idea what to do. She literally pushed out the lamb onto the ground and ran. She did not want to have anything to do with her baby. We tried to introduce the lamb to her. Sometimes, if you can get the lamb to nurse, mom will accept it. It wasn’t happening. So we became first-time lamb surrogate parents.

We had our first bummer lamb.`That is the correct agricultural term for a lamb that is raised either partially or completely by humans. Since we do not have a barn she was raised in the house in a dog crate. My older daughter and I took turns doing the required around the clock feedings. 

The same week, we acquired a 4-month-old Great Pyreness puppy. I didn’t want the dog but we had friends in desperate need. Our friends were in the military. He was within days of putting in his papers for retirement and received orders. They couldn’t take the puppy with them. They were moving from 5 acres to house in a subdivision. We took the dog. His name is Balto. He stole my heart. I can’t imagine life without him. He is important on our ranch.

I would never have made it through the first few months without Rachel’s help. She is an amazing surrogate sheep mom.

The rhyme goes, “Mary had a little lamb.” My little lamb grew up to be a beautiful ewe. Happy 4th birthday Pistol!

 

 

Weep with those who weep

Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep
 
Romans 12:15 (ESV)

This week

 
This has been a week of reaching out to friends that are remembering past tragedies in their lives. We surround our friends with love when the event happens. Then we go on with life and forget about the anniversaries. That is not a bad thing; it just is. Sometimes people don’t want or need anniversaries remembered. It is personal.
 
I remember my dad died in late August 1981. My sister was shot in a workplace shooting on July 23, 2003. My mother-in-law died on January 31, 2011. My mom died on July 2, 2015. Each of these has personal significance to me. It doesn’t matter to me if others don’t remember them but I do.
 
The three events that I remembered with friends were personal but also in the public eye. In my last post, 731, I remembered and gave honor to the Herrera family. April 17th was the two-year anniversary of their son’s suicide. Today, I turn to two other events that happened on April 19th.
 

April 19,1993

The first is the end of the Waco siege of the Branch Davidian compound on April 19, 1993. We were close friends with a cameraman from one of the San Antonio news stations. Our families went to the same church. Our daughters were the same age. We did things together as families. We would trade off babysitting for date nights. I don’t remember how long he was on location but it was longer than intended. Waco is about three hours north of San Antonio. It was supposed to be one day trip. I don’t remember if it was days or weeks he was gone but it was long and stressful.
 
I was a stay at home mom at the time, our older daughter was a little over a year old. I remember being glued to the television that morning. It seems like hubby was at home too. But that doesn’t make sense because it was a Monday. He would have been at work. Not sure either way. I remember seeing the compound go up in flames and thinking our friend was in harm’s way. Two years earlier we had watched the bombs in Desert Storm go off in an area where a friend was stationed. Many people died that day; our friend came home safely to his family.
 

April 19, 1995

Two years later on April 19, 1995, the Oklahoma City bombing happened. It purposely staged to happen on the same date as the Waco fire. I remember watching the scenes of devastation on the television. I wouldn’t know until many years later that a friend was in the middle of the chaos. I worked with my friend several years ago. We were close friends at the time. Now, we live in two different cities and don’t often talk. Every year on April 19th, I send her a message of remembrance and prayer. OKC is her hometown. She was an EMT on duty when the bombing happened. She worked her shift and quit her job soon thereafter. She has been divorced and is a cancer survivor. I have heard those stories. What I know about her time at the OKC bombing is in the paragraph that you just read. She doesn’t talk about it. It is important for me to tell her that I remember her and all the others like her that helped saved lives that day.

What about you?

 
You may not have friends that been affected by such public tragedies or you might. No matter, be there for your friends that need you on the anniversaries of times of grief. All it takes is a phone call, text or note saying that you remember and that you are praying for them. It means a lot. It is a tangible form of love.
 
 
Do you have dates in your life that it is important for others to remember? Did friends or family members come to your mind when you read this? Reach out to them. As always, I would love to hear your comments.
 

731

Suicide

I live in a small, rural community. We have one high school. Many of the students have parents and grandparents that attended that same school. We have only lived here a few years and are slowly building those ties to the community. Two years ago today at 9:41 a.m. tragedy struck that shook the town. One of our teenagers committed suicide at the high school during the school day. Though I did not know them, the family was a part of my church. The family was loved in the community. I would guess 1000 or more showed up for the funeral. Our church building seats 400 at best. There were people packed everywhere. There were even some watching the service on a video screen outside. For me, after the funeral, the family faded back into the background because I didn’t know them.
 
But, I would see them at church. I would pray for them but didn’t want to intrude on their grief. I didn’t know them. That changed a few months ago. The mom started to go the women’s group that I am a part of. We had a few conversations and I added her as a Facebook friend. I subscribed to her blog. I watched her and her husband at church. They are not the same people I saw two years ago. Grief has changed them as grief always does. But, they have allowed grief to change them for the better. They have run into the arms of their Savior and are receiving his healing touch.
 
Some, in times of tragedy, run from God. They ran to God. They have been touched by their friends, family and their church. They have not stopped living. Life goes on for the survivors of a suicide. I have listened to Cassie, the mom, at the women’s group. She has shared stories of tears and of joy. She has shared how her family has reached out to help other families that have been affected by teen suicide.
 
I don’t mean to sound like they don’t struggle, she has shared those stories too. What I see in Cassie’s life is the love of God shining. She has chosen to trust God in one of the most difficult situations a parent can be.
 
Life goes on and Cassie is not stuck in the past. I have heard her talk of memories of her son but she doesn’t live there. Her husband is a local police officer. He recently tested for promotion. She asked for prayer for his test. She talked about planning a birthday surprise for her youngest son. She found the specific tennis shoes he had asked for. She was excited to be able to give them to him.
 

Mental Illness

I titled this post 731. That is the title of the post on her blog. I don’t think she will mind me using it too. She starts her post by saying that 731 is the number of days that they have survived since the death of their son. She chose to write the blog post on this day to grieve, honor her son and maybe save a life. I would like to stand with her.
 
Her son, Isaac, had struggled with depression. He was receiving help. But it was too little, too late. My family has a history of mental illness. No one has succeeded with suicide. There are extended family members who have considered it. I also have a dear friend whose husband committed suicide. I have been on the fringes of it.
 
Our society puts a stigma on mental illness. We in the church are no better. Mental illness can be treated. If you are in a place where you are considering suicide, there is help. The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline is available 24/7 at 1-800-273-8255. You are not alone.
 
I tell the story as an outsider. If you would like to read more, this is Cassie’s blog post. I write today to honor her family and the memory of her son, Issac. I also write with the hope that another life can be saved. I have scheduled this post to be published at 9:41 a.m. to honor Issac.

What about you?

I know that suicide and mental illness are hard topics to talk about. If you are struggling, there is help. Even if you do not have health insurance, there are places you can receive treatment. Reach out. Yes, it is scary to admit you are struggling. Take a chance and reach out. It may be your own life you are saving.  As always, comments are welcome. If you would like to say something to me privately, add that to your comment. Comment do not appear for public viewing until I have seen and approved them.

Easter week musings

Be still
And know
That I am
God
 
Psalm 46:10
 
All week long I have been thinking about a blog post for Easter week. It is such an important week in the life of the church and believers. I have tossed around a few ideas and have come up with nothing. That is until today. It is not what I thought it would be.

This week…

 
On Monday, we were invited to a friend’s celebration of the Feast of the Unleaven bread. We had some lamb in the freezer that they used in the stew they served. We had one of our   4-month-old Great Pyrenees puppies disappear. We found her. If you would like to read about the adventure, check out my husband’s blog. Because of this, we missed the celebration. We didn’t eat dinner until about 8:30 that evening.
 
On Tuesday, we had a severe thunderstorm roll through the area mid-afternoon. There was a tornado warning for our area. Hubby was working from home so he carefully watched the radar. Fortunately, none touched down and we are safe. We did get about an inch of rain in an hour. That evening, I went to a Bible study and we shared Communion. That was special.
 
On Wednesday morning a good friend came by for a visit. We spent a few hours catching up. Later in the afternoon, my older daughter and I went to feed the livestock. One of the 2-year-old rams had gotten his head stuck in a fence. He has done this before. We were able to get him out unharmed. I picked up a few cactus spines in my hand and leg in the process.
 
When hubby got home, we washed the duck and chicken eggs that we had gathered this week. He brings them to work on Thursdays to sell. He shared with me what God had been saying to him lately. He asked me what God was saying to me. I said something like, “He has not said much lately.”

Silence?

All day I have been thinking about that comment which leads me to Psalm 46:10. Be still and know that I am God. It is a verse that has been important in my life for years. Usually, God reminds me of this verse when life is hectic and I start to melt down. Not this time. All week, there has been a gentle sense of His presence but I have been concerned that I am not hearing him. I am one of his sheep and his voice brings peace and comfort. In my quiet times this week, it has seemed like all I am doing is putting one foot in front of another. I have been doing a chronological reading plan and have been in the prophets for ages. They are so hard to read! 
 
Tuesday I finished the Old Testament and started the New on Wednesday. It took me 24 hours and the turn of a page. In reality, it was 400 years that God was silent. If it were our time, God would not have said a word to his people from 1617 to 2017. That is hard for my mind to comprehend but, it happened. God was silent. I was concerned that I hadn’t heard his voice in a few days. Four hundred years of silence.
 
I realized that I haven’t heard the still small voice in my heart but God has been far from silent. I have been in his word, he speaks there. I have gone from the words of doom from the prophets to the restoration of Jerusalem’s walls in Nehemiah. And then the birth of Jesus and his miracles. He speaks through his word. I went to church on Sunday and heard his word preached. On Tuesday, I went to a Bible study and shared Communion. On Wednesday, I shared sweet fellowship with a friend. The undercurrent through the whole week has been the understanding that he lives in me. He never leaves me.
 
Maybe that is my taken away from this Easter week. I was hoping for some understanding that I had never seen. And yet, what I received is profoundly simple. The Jews had 400 years of silence but I never truly have silence because he lives within me. The Jews did not know that God had not left them. All they had left were religious observances. We have the assurance that he will never leave us or forsake us. He has told us so. So even in the moments of quietness, he is there.

What about you?

What have you learned this Easter week? Have you heard something new or the comfort of the truths you hold dear? I would love to hear your thoughts.

The Three F’s: Friends, Food, and Fireflies

 
This has been a busy week full of the normal stuff of life. You know, laundry, grocery shopping, spring cleaning, that kind of stuff. Nothing wild or crazy has happened with the animals. After last week, I am thankful that it has been calmer.
 
I haven’t written much this week. That is unusual for me. There was only one blog post and very little written in my journal. I have no idea why. It didn’t seem important to sit and write until this morning. I want to tell you about friends, food, and fireflies.
 

Friends

 
It has been a people filled week. Since I am an introvert, sometimes I find people overwhelming. Not this week. I have no idea what makes the difference. On Tuesday, we had lunch with our pastor. It was good to hear his heart. That evening, Hubby went to a men’s Bible study and I went to a women’s group. On Thursday, we had some friends over for dinner. We are getting to know this couple. They are both Master Gardeners like I am. They also want to get involved with sheep. It seems strange but we are helping them to get started. We have only been involved with sheep for four years and still feel like novices ourselves. Today we are having dinner and playing board games with long term friends. We have known these people for about ten years. We try to get together once a month and alternate houses. This month, it is at their house.

 

Food

 
So many gatherings revolve around food. Ours this week have been no different. We had lunch with the pastor at a local burger joint. They have tables outside and the weather was perfect so we ate outside. Hubby’s men’s group shares a meal. I made my world famous chocolate chip cookies for him to bring. I usually bake about 12 dozen when I make them; some to share and some for us. At the women’s group, we had build it yourself taco salads. On Thursday, I went all out for the meal. I am half Italian. My grandparents came over from Sicily around 1900. I make an amazing spaghetti. I made some Amish white bread. I usually make 2-4 loaves a week. I did a garlic butter dipping sauce for the bread. I tried a new cherry pie  bar recipe for dessert. And our guests brought a Mediterranean salad. Tonight we are going to have chicken fajitas. I am bringing the leftover dessert from Thursday and ice cream.

Amazing taste & easy to make.

I made it with gluten free flour.

 

 

Fireflies

 
Spring in rural south Texas brings two things I love, hummingbirds and fireflies. In some parts, they are called lightening bugs. Here we call them fireflies. My younger daughter says that I get as excited as a kid in a candy store about those two creatures. I sit on our front porch swing at twilight and watch for the flashes as it gets dark. It is marvelous! The other night, my husband saw a firefly that I would have loved to see. His story was hilarious.
 
He had gotten into bed, I was already there. Duke, our indoor Great Pyrenees, was laying down by his side of the bed. He had turned out the lamp on his nightstand and noticed that Duke was glowing. He watched it for a few seconds and the glow would blink off and on. He goes digging around in Duke’s fur and found a firefly! He picked it up and took it outside. The next morning, he tells me this story. I was amazed and sad I missed it.

The great firefly catcher at rest. There is an antler under his head.

 
How has your week been? I would love to hear from you.