Thee Farm Wife

Thee Farm Wife

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Welcome to #write31days Thee Farm Wife Edition

Join me for 31 days as I try to help you (and me!) find balance, discover your place in life and make character improvements. 

From parenting to praying with your spouse, and from organizing the messes to making time for friends - we'll cover it all, one sweet day at a time.

Let's build homes that glorify God and reflect who we are in Him. No more messes and no more chaos! 

Meet me here every day in 
October for encouragement and reflection.



Welcome Home. I am so glad that you are here.

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Day One: Write Your Story
Day Two: Silence
Day Three: Reaping What You Sow

Day Three: Reaping What You Sow

Harvest began today here on Thee Farm. The combine rolls over soybeans and dust flies. So much dust at times that it chokes and blinds. What was planted in April, came to life, and then withered and died so it could be harvested. Bounty. Only by Thee Amazing Grace of God.

The same applies to our daily lives. 

2 Corinthians 9:6Consider this: Whoever sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and whoever sows generously will also reap generously.

Now, there is no guarantee that when we plant the seed that it will ever grow. In fact, some had to replant seed that had gotten too much rain. There are insects. Too hot. Too cold. Not enough fertilizer. Soil that is too compacted. Weeds.

A Harvest Story
13 1-3 At about that same time Jesus left the house and sat on the beach. In no time at all a crowd gathered along the shoreline, forcing him to get into a boat. Using the boat as a pulpit, he addressed his congregation, telling stories.
3-8 “What do you make of this? A farmer planted seed. As he scattered the seed, some of it fell on the road, and birds ate it. Some fell in the gravel; it sprouted quickly but didn’t put down roots, so when the sun came up it withered just as quickly. Some fell in the weeds; as it came up, it was strangled by the weeds. Some fell on good earth, and produced a harvest beyond his wildest dreams.
“Are you listening to this? Really listening?” 

Jesus spoke in parables. I find it striking that He asked if His audience was really listening. His Message was falling on deaf ears.

In our home, we often find ourselves as parents saying, "Are you listening to me?!" "Does anyone hear me?!" "Why can't you kids listen????!!!"

My message falls on ears that are full of rocks and weeds. I haven't preached truth into their little ears. Children obey your parents because it is good. Parents don't provoke your children to anger. Love the little children. All of these truths are little seeds planted in hearts.

I don't think it's too late to replant. Yes, fall harvest is going on right in my backyard. But the real Harvest? The time when I will know that the seeds of truth fell on them and grew and grew their faith.

Scatter your seeds intentionally. Take time to water them in the Word. Pull out the weeds of lies and deception. Pick up the rocks so they don't stumble. Shade them when there is too much sun and let the Son shine in their darkness.

Over the next few weeks I hope to walk through this planting and harvesting season with you. Taking back our homes from clutter. Our marriages from distractions. Our health by planning good meals and skipping the drive thru.

Are you listening to this? Really listening?~Jesus

Love,
Thee Farm Wife


Monday, October 2, 2017

Day Two: Silence

How can I possibly write about goodness today when the world is so dark?

So I leave this space wide open to pray and ask for mercy. Lord, heal our Nation.

Sunday, October 1, 2017

Day One: Write your story

We are on a journey. For the next 31 days. Let's begin here.

I feel so alive right now. No exclamation point needed. I have been living in drudgery. Not depression or the doldrums. Just plain old tired of the day to day stuff that consumes my time. 

So, I went outside. To look for the missing rabbit, mind you, but I went outside. Which is something I seldom get to do. Because of the busy-ness. Having all of this stuff takes time to clean and "organize". I will madly clean for an entire day and then crash and burn. In the mean time, laundry piles up, dishes get nasty, and the kids still don't help.

Time. None of us has enough of it. We're so busy writing our story, our screenplay our novel that we forget that we are not the author. Shakespeare said all the world is a stage. True. But God, He is the Author. Not some puppet master in the sky, mind you, but the Author of life. 

Today in church my good friend Clint said something to this effect. When you're done trying to write your story - and pen doesn't erase and white out makes it look awful - when you're done, set down the pen. Let God pick it up. Let Him write the Words on your heart. No, the blots and smears will not get erased, but they won't matter anymore. They will just be the side note in a story created just for you. Can't you see His hand scripting Words over your life? 

She had patience and was just. She took the time to stop and love on her hurting friend right there in the middle of the grocery store, even thought she was late for PTO and her casserole was probably burning. Instead of complaining, she prayed. Instead of gossiping, she shared the Gospel. Instead of turning to pills or drink to numb her pain, she saw His name written on her heart and remembered that she was loved. 

Isn't that a much better story? Will I still try and grab the pen? What child wouldn't? Will it be a happily ever after story? Probably not on this side of Heaven. But it will definitely be a lot better than anything I could try and dream up for myself. After all, look at the mess I made when I tried to scribble it down by myself. 

Let Him write your story. Here comes a new chapter. Turn the page.

Much love,
The Farm Wife