Abigaile(7) and Jonah(5) given the task of unloading the dishwasher…
Suddenly the sink water is running and they are on chairs at the sink…
Mom- Abigaile and Jonah: What are you doing?
Abigaile- I am washing a dish that was dirty.
Jonah- And I am helping her. You know, we make a great team!”
Washing dishes in the sink…
Mom says: Abigaile- I think I am going to teach you to really wash the dishes.
Water runs. Fingers swish. Dishwater is moving copiously around.
Abigaile: My fingers are built for speed.
Jonah (again) You know, we make a great team!
(Mom- barely holding in guffaws of laughter and really, truly thinking it is time to teach the great team how to truly wash the dishes. )
When the house stills-
I scratch words.
From a deep stillness
In Bright Light
The darkness of this night
Seems to cloak
And the hum of fans cushion
Movement of air is
Wisping tendrils of hair,
And the night creatures sound
As doors are held
The world feels like its closing in.
Burdens press and their weight is crushing at times…
And I long,
To just burst hard
And yet the cry is stuck.
I stretch face down. Exhale.
Plead with shameless audacity.
It is all a crushing mass of pressure…
I rush to remember those Endless Gifts…
I hold a little tear streaked face in my hands… and stretch inside to be faithful. Faithful to this little strong-willed son who needs my faithful hands… so much. Faithful to the bright hoping souls who dwell within this home…
Too often have I let the crushing pressures just rob us all…
Breathe deep, quiet self.
She reads. She reads to me. This book seems to have a special influence… Ready Set Read. It seems to enable that “light bulb” moment of “Hey, I really can read real books!”
He opens The Reading Lesson and in one day- works through almost three whole lessons(that’s 49 pages…) with me – and he is eager… he is inwardly motivated by a big brother’s rapid record… I encourage- you do the best you can do… you will read in your own perfect timing… Some have struggled and some have learned easy. Thankful that I think this next one will have an easier journey…
They bring me handfuls of flowers…
Praying with his stubborn, strong-willed heart.
His joy as I hold his hand and we take a little walk outside together…
Sally Clarkson and her many talks and books… I am so thankful. Currently- Educating the Whole-hearted Child and two free online talks I caught part of…
Time on the couch reading whole and living books to my family
One night- the babies go to bed at 11 and they are in bed for the night…
The color changing beauty and the autumn air- never, never tire of it… I soak in it.
For God who promises to always be my very present help in trouble- and even if I have to lay face down- I trust His grace will avail for me… even when I come like a hungry, needy baby not even able to think or see straight… His grace will avail for me…
Joyful anticipation of preparing for a visit
Wind chimes sounding music for my ears
Happy, little babies
I am overwhelmed and so I say…
Lead Me to the Rock
To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments. Of David.
1Hear my cry, O God,
listen to my prayer;
2from the end of the earth I call to you
when my heart is faint.
Lead me to the rock
that is higher than I,
3for you have been my refuge,
a strong tower against the enemy.
4Let me dwell in your tent forever!
Let me take refuge under the shelter of your wings!
5For you, O God, have heard my vows;
you have given me the heritage of those who fear your name.
The Things They Say: Tall Son
“I just went in to check on Aymee and she was sleeping there sucking her thumb and making these little slurping noises…” he comes out blue eyes a twinkle, big grin.
I laugh. Little slurping noises.
He demonstrates the slurp.
And I can just see and hear her, precious.
Thumb sucking cuteness.
Glorious North Carolina… the sunshine, the color, the weather, fall… how I love…
Trusting weight of babies laying heart to heart, softest heads under my chin, my cheeks sandwiched by babies on each side, velvet softness only tiny babies have…
These babies are a warm, full coziness of love
Invigorating autumn air- inspiring deep, sucking breaths of mountain air
Cupped mug of hot beverage, thin wisps of steam twist
Small children clad in warm, fall jackets
Small son who delights to cut two pink roses for me…
Roses in the fall- love.
Tall son who calls me out to herald the gold glints lighting trees
Repentant son who blesses with two extra chores and a sweet note
Darling girl- truly entering girlhood and leaving young, young childhood behind. Draws most precious, happy picture of me and her complete with our long hair and smiles and writes, I love you, Mommy. Grins deep dimples. Love.
8 (eight) treasured, unique individuals to nurture with this ministry of motherhood, to invest and build in…fully embracing my role as gardener, artist, architect, crafter, creator of biblical family life
An afternoon of spiritual peace, clean swept floor, quiet kitchen- heartfelt thanks to the friend who blessed.
A blue-eyed dazzling blond thumb sucker and a grey-eyed rosy finger sucker(like her big sister and it is so adorable)
Baby girl talk, smiles, breathy coos, excited squeaks, happy talk, little eyes shine. Fun, fun, fun.
The County Fair and all their bright, happy chatter
Visual Feast of these mountains
Thoughts turn to homeschooling and bookish delights
Days shift back into somewhat familiar rhythm- thankful, thankful, thankful
Strength coming back, albeit slowly
Misty, moist, early morning rising- fresh pungent rain scent, bright green-ness how it shines, chitter of creature-life and bird song, cloud-fog cloaking, rising,
A bouquet of bubbles blown happily from little rosy lips- just for me.
A free Sally Clarkson talk and I try to grasp every vital thing she said and remember, remember and apply it real
Micah, age 11, with his first offering for our County Fair.
A layer cake made all by himself.
He typed this recipe all by himself and completely made the cake as well. I helped with the oven and removing the baked cake from the pans as it was very tricky.
Borger Family Dairy Free, Nut Free Banana cake with Chocolate Frosting.
For the Cake
1 ½ cup mashed bananas (3 medium)
2 ½ cups all purpose flour
1 ¼ cups sugar
½ cup canola oil
1/2 cup Rice Dream Vanilla Rice Milk
1 ½ teaspoons baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon Baking Powder
2 large eggs
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease bottom and sides only of 2 round pans with shortening, lightly flour. Beat all the ingredients in large bowl, following the order above. Pour into pans. Bake for 40 to 45 minutes or until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean. Cool completely, and then frost.
For the Frosting
½ cup dairy free Unsalted Fleischmann’s margarine room temperature
2 ½ tablespoons honey
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
½ cup diary free 100% cocoa powder
2 ½ tablespoons water
2 ½ cups powdered sugar
Melt margarine in microwave for 45 seconds in medium sized bowl. Mix in the honey, vanilla extract, cocoa powder, water, and powdered sugar in order of shown above. Add more powdered sugar or water if necessary. Apply frosting to layer cake.
Blue Ribbon!!! So proud. 🙂
Todd and some of our childern went to our Fair Thursday night and had a WONDERFUL time. They got to see our friends show the lambs they raised through the summer. Our three year old came home wide-eyed and full of excitement. He pet a sheep! One of the main goals of the trip was to find Micah’s cake and discover what ribbon it had been awarded. They were unable to find the cake, however. I wanted a picture with the kids at the fair and with the award. Alas, it was not to be. Thankfully, on Sunday, they were able to find his ribbon. So proud to learn they gave him blue!!! So proud of my first born son. What a blessing he is to our whole family. 🙂
I sit in the new big van next to little twins.
I pull her out, thinking she needs to feed.
I cuddle her in my arms. She grins, blinking blue eyes.
We stay eyes locked.
Todd returns- wondering what we are doing…
I was not feeding. No, I was being dazzled. She was dazzling me with those long blond eyelashes.
She is blond and she is blue-eyed and that was the secret, deep desire of my heart.
She sucks her thumb with her finger crooked over her nose. Namesake.
Amazing, almost unbelievable
Little twins are sitting- one in a bouncer chair and one in the car seat swing. Jonah is helping me take care of them- putting on music for this one, vibrations for that one (this one, that one- his words. :)) He stands in front of them. Tall, five year old figure, legs apart, looking back and forth, back and forth. Suddenly he says, “Are they wearing matching clothes?” He asks surprised. I smile yes. Then he says, “Now I’m all mixed up. Which one is which?” I laugh and tell him. He points and repeats back and forth, back and forth. Aymee, Melodee, Aymee, Melodee. Grin. He often talks with me about the babies. “Can I hold this one? Can I hold that one? Who is that one? Who is this one?”
The Things They Say. “This one, That one…”