Thee Farm Wife

Thee Farm Wife

Saturday, December 30, 2017

Planning a New Year and Choosing Your One Word

It's almost a new year. Calendar and planner pages all bright and new. New stickers and pens. I am ready to plan it all out. Maybe you are too, but before we jump in to making all of our own plans maybe we better let God tell us a little about what He has planned for us for 2018?

Spend some time in prayer as you fill out the pages...consider His ways. Is He telling you to be less busy? To get healthy? To spend more time in His Word?

I confess I am a planner addict. I buy several each year and switch between them. I buy all of the accessories. I spend way too much at Michael's and Hobby Lobby. This year, I am organizing my supplies, taking stock and vowing to use what I have. (That's another post for another day!)

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I have also chosen my word for the year. Last year's was PAUSE. I learned to pause before I spoke, yelled, purchased (except planner junk sigh) or was about to disrespect my Dear Farmer. It gave me focus and it was an action word!

This year's word is...PRACTICE. As in practice what I preach. Eliminate hypocrisy. Set the example. Live out openly what I believe inwardly. Be an example in word and deed to my children.

What's your word going to be? Pray and ask God to show you.

Comment below and tell me your word for 2018.

Happy New Year Blessings to you,

Thee Farm Wife

Sunday, December 24, 2017

Christmas with a Glitch

I want to be THAT mom. You know the one. She reads the Christmas story sweetly to her children before tucking them into bed right on time. She has already made the cookies with them to leave out for Santa Claus. All of the gifts are wrapped neatly and arranged under the tree. It's so calm and peaceful on her Christmas Eve.

Insert record scratching sound here.

Instead, I'm sitting on the couch trying to figure out where that horrible smell is coming from - and it's my feet! I have had to wear shoes with inserts 24/7 for the past three months and let's just say ewwww. It's A Wonderful Life is on. The boys are pretending to open presents, telling each other they've been good. The Farm Girl wrapped ALL of the presents for me today in exchange for me letting her rent movies on Amazon. Best deal I've made all year. 

It's not a bad Christmas Eve at all. If you count not going to candlelight service, no driving around looking at Christmas lights, no egg nog, no Little Smokies or Chex mix. No seeing my Daddy and Mom today. I had a schedule all made out two weeks ago and listed everything I wanted to do to have Thee Perfect Christmas. 

Only I wasn't counting on Thee Farmer getting the stomach flu, or the boys getting bad coughs. 

And guess what? I'm okay with it. 

Jaiden is online tracking Santa. The boys are now writing letters to Santa. 

Soon, they will fall asleep (hopefully) all on their own when they get good and tired. And just maybe they will all sleep in tomorrow. 

And I pray I will be that Mama that takes the time to read the Christmas story to the kids in the morning - and not the grumpy mama that's so easy to be. 

For unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given - and He shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Emmanuel, God with us...Savior of the world.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night,
Thee Farm Wife

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Pondering The Stars

I get so caught up in the meaningless stuff in life and I get sidetracked. A lot. So, when I happen to glance up at the early morning sky and see the stars, I often draw a quick breath of amazement. How could I forget this glorious tapestry? Why would I miss THIS every single morning?! I look up, head tilted way back, spread my arms wide and twirl around and WORSHIP.

God told Abraham his descendants would be more than the stars in the sky.

 The Magi followed the star to Bethlehem to find the Messiah. (Matthew 2:2, 9, 10)

Man has tried to read the stars for millennia. Yet who has ever really seen the true glory of God in all of His riches? Sure, we get a glimpse when we stare at the sky. But how can that be anything compared to the One who sees us? He sees us in our darkness and still has plans to bring us to the Light.

 And God chose to reveal to us, His son, on a midnight clear, with stars brightly shining, to His chosen servant, Mary. She must have seen the stars that night.

 O Holy Night!
The stars are brightly shining
It is the night of the dear Savior's birth!
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till he appear'd and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary soul rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn!

Fall on your knees
Oh hear the angel voices
Oh night divine
Oh night when Christ was born
Oh night divine
Oh night divine

Led by the light of Faith serenely beaming
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand
So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming
Here come the wise men from Orient land
The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger
In all our trials born to be our friend

Truly He taught us to love one another
His law is love and His gospel is peace
Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother
And in His name all oppression shall cease
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
Let all within us praise His holy name

 When He appears, we notice, for the first time, just as I do when I take notice of the stars, That there is something more to this life. That there is hope. Peace.

Come, He says. Come and I will set you free. Come and see what I have planned for you since I created the stars. Come, my daughter, believe. Let me break the chains of your past. Let your soul rejoice as you watch the stars and welcome a new morning. For I have come to bring you a new life. I have come to love you. Look up. Look up at the stars. Dance with joy. For I have come.

Dance with the stars, Glory to the newborn King,
Thee Farm Wife

Journal it out:

Reflect on that starry night. When was the last time you took the time to purposefully look up and notice the wonder of the night sky? Go outside, alone if you can, and look. Count. Rejoice. Ponder.

Read Matthew Chapter 2. Can you imagine following a star hundreds of miles? What kind of faith would that take?

Write out a portion of your favorite Christmas carol. Journal what it means to you. Do you see Christmas differently now?

Leave a comment below and tell me how you plan on seeing Jesus in a new light this Christmas.

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Joy to The World

The Lord has come. 
Let Earth receive her King.

Today let's reflect on the gift of joy. Yes, the gift. It's not to be earned. It's not something you attain to. It's within you. 

When we receive Jesus, we receive joy. Unspeakable joy.

Joy is not the same thing as happiness. Joy is not always a feeling. Joy is assurance that within you is something bigger. Something stronger. 

John 15:9-13New International Version (NIV)“As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Now remain in my love. 10 If you keep my commands, you will remain in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commands and remain in his love. 11 I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete. 12 My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you. 13 Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.
I never thought of this before but Jesus laid down his life for us - and there is no greater love than this. He commands us to lay down our lives for each other. Love as He loved. Keep His commands as He kept God's our joy will be made complete. Jesus was full of JOY! He died with JOY for you and me! 

When I choose to do something helpful (and maybe it's a hardship for me) for someone I might say "It's my pleasure to help you." or "It's not a problem at all!" I am serving and loving and obeying His commands and this brings me JOY!

Joy gives us the courage to step out in faith and do what God has asked us to do. Love one another. Some in this world might call me a hypocrite, saying I judge. I am the last one to judge anyone else, trust me! Loving one another means LOVING ONE ANOTHER. Are you a stranger? I love you. Have you hurt me in some way? I still love you. Are you gay? You guessed it, I love you! Are you an immigrant or a refugee? I love you. 

It is my JOY to love. If I were to condemn or judge or hate then I would have no joy within me. There can be no joy in the midst of these things.

Obey His commandments. Remain in His love. Love one another. Your joy will be complete.

Journal it out:

Is there joy within you? Write out John 15:9-13 or highlight it in your Bible. Draw a red heart around "love." Circle the word "joy." Draw a square around the word "complete."

Have you stepped out in faith and loved so that your joy may be full? Are you bringing joy to the world as Jesus did?

Source: Pinterest

Joy to the World
The Lord is Come
Let Earth receive her King
Let every heart, prepare Him room! 
And Heaven and nature sing.
And Heaven and nature sing.
And Heaven and Heaven and nature sing!

He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove,
The glories of His righteousness
And wonders of His love
And wonders of His love
And wonders, wonders of His Love!

Joy to you always,
Thee Farm Wife

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Come Let Us Adore Him

It's Sunday night. Another week gone, and another started all at once. It's dark now, only a little past five. We all feel like we should be in bed. And yet, we know that soon, the Light will return. It's what we are all anticipating. The joy of that Holy Night. 

It's the glow of the tree. The smiles of strangers. The hope that is all around. You can't help but feel that something's coming. Someone is coming. 

Jesus. I whisper His name. Jesus. You are coming to this world, leaving your Heavenly throne and humbling yourself as a vulnerable little baby. This world full of hate, and war and disease...this awful thing we've created out of your Creation. And you came, not to condemn us, but to set us free. 

And Mary kept all of these things hidden in her heart when they came to see you in the manger. Mary who had known the Holy Spirit. Mary who had to endure the shame and criticism of her people. Mary who trusted that this unknown child would be her Messiah. 

Now the world knows your Name. Jesus. Not all believe. Not all admit that this season is all about you. Only you. It's always been you. 

Emmanuel. God with us. Come.

Adoration of the Shepherds by Gerard van Honthorst, 1622

Read Luke 2:1-20

Journal: What would it have been like to walk a hundred miles and very pregnant? What would the rejection by the innkeeper have done to her trust and belief in her husband or even God? Why would she keep all of these feelings stored in her heart? (To remember later when he would offer Himself up as sacrifice for even her?)

Draw it out: Pray and ask God to show you what it must have been like. What that holy scene looked like? Consider thinking outside the lines of our Nativities that we put up each Christmas. 

Will you share your creations? You may comment below or email me at

May the joy and light of this Season give you strength and cause you to pause and reflect...

Thee Farm Wife

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Big Girl Panties

I should be at church right now. Should be. Need to be. But I am enveloped by chaos. Children screaming, refusing to obey. So much laundry. Dirty dishes. And I cleaned ALL DAY yesterday. 

It's hard to find hope in the midst of chaos, isn't it?

My Bible is right by my side. I know it contains HOPE in all of it's pages. 

  • for this child I have prayed 
  • streams of grace
  • my hope is in the LORD
  • only ask and you shall receive
  • as long as I breathe, I hope
  • God will continue and finish the good work He began in me
  • love will overflow
  • He gives me a future and a hope
From James 5:7-10 (my paraphrase):
Wash your hands...purify your hearts...cry over what you have done...grieve over what was lost. Cry instead of laughing it off. Embrace the gloom for a moment. Joy will come. 
In other words, give yourself time to admit that it is a mess. That the kids are being awful. That you should've gone to church. Cry in the bathroom until your mascara runs. Feel sorry for yourself.
And then put on your Big Girl Panties and deal with it!
~Carolyn's Mama

 Be brave,

Thee Farm Wife

Look what Joanna made us do - Taylor Swift parody

Wednesday, November 8, 2017


"Perhaps I need some time to settle in before I can begin to write. And for the first time ever, I allow myself the reckless thought that it may not matter if I write or not: with no one here to judge me, discovering what exactly I will do may be a more interesting project than writing a book."

Drinking The Rain 
[a memoir]
Alix Kates Shulman

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.

Scroll Down to read day 1::

 I’ll be adding a link to each day once a post goes live.

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

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

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Jaiden's first video!

Another trip down memory lane - cleaning up old posts!

11 months old! Proof that miracles DO exist!

Jaiden was mute. As you can tell in this video that I forgot to publish way back in 2007, she only made two sounds. You can tell that she can hear because she sways to the music and responds to me saying her name. 

Jaiden began to speak four years later. We prayed and prayed and went to speech therapy. She worked so hard to find the voice that God had given her!

Now, 10 years later, she never stops!

Future cheerleader

Jaima is in the back row on the left behind the tall girl in the the photo her back is turned - she was staring at the boys until the began cheering - she was so enthralled/distracted by the team! We got a good laugh out of that one! Kiersten and I were yelling at her to turn around!

Rock star! because this one is worth sharing, too!

He's 25 now...and married to his beautiful bride, Abby...but these pics make me so happy. He was probably 17 here...

Here are the pics of Cody and his band, Graduating Summer, from their show on Saturday night!

Communicating with Jaiden a forgotten post

This is a forgotten post from 2010! But I think it's worth sharing a snapshot of our lives at that time...

In three weeks, Jaiden has gone from not being able to tell us anything to being able to sign almost 20 words! Jaiden and Daddy working on her sign language cards everyday. We have speech therapy this morning and I am looking forward to more suggestions to help her communicate. We are still not sure of why she is not talking. One website you can look at is This will give you an idea of what she is experiencing. She certainly has a high level of comprehension - for example if you name animals she can point to a picture of everyone of them - but she cannot say "cow" or "kitty", etc. She knows signs for: more, drink, milk, eat, please, cow, kitty, mouse, dog, cookie, pig, bubbles (her favorite!), bath, goodnight, light, etc. She can even put signs together like "more milk please" - she still can say "Chloe, Daddy, Mommy, no" that's about it for her speech. (Chloe is our dog.) John and I don't want you to worry - JaidenIlo is a gift from God. She will speak in her own way and in her own time. If you want to learn some signs, we are using ASL - American Sign Language. We bought a card set and book from and local libraries have them as well. I am not sure of a good website to use yet.

This morning we went to Jaima's school. The second graders were in charge of the worship service - it was so cute! Jaima had to buy a new outfit last night at the mall. Thank goodness Aeropostale has clearance racks - it's her favorite store!

Cody is being measured for his cap and gown today - graduation is right around the corner. We are trying to decide when to have his party - graduation is Memorial Day weekend. We also have Jaima's dance recital that week and our anniversary!

A Book Review

*I received a copy of this book at no charge from Tyndale House Publishers 
in exchange for my honest review*

Let me just start by saying, "Wow!"

I introduced this book to a group of women at our church. We studied it chapter by chapter and savored every single word.

We didn't make the assumption that all in our small group were believers. We let them go through the first part and decide for themselves. You can't be a disciple if you don't know the Discipler!

As with any new group, it takes awhile to build trust and open up. This book taught us how to do that. We also learned about the Word, how to share it and when (which is pretty important.)

By the time we were finished, we didn't want to quit! So we each made it our mission to find one new person to add to our group. 

We discipled. It wasn't that hard.

If you are looking to learn how to share your faith, or even grow your own, then you need this book. Now. Don't wait. Don't wait like we did. We didn't know that we were hurting, needy mamas. How we've grown!

Monday, June 26, 2017

Parenting is hard

I confess that I appreciate my parents so much right now. How did they survive my childhood?  Life is like a roller coaster without any brakes. Coasting at times, careening out of control...up up up and then down at 150 mph.

And I have all these words I want to write and I can't even put a sentence together. It's like my brain is refusing to adult lately. 

I feel so out of touch with our oldest son and his wife. They have their own lives to live. But I also have great joy because wow! they are so in love. It's hard to be a parent to an adult child when there are still little ones at home.

Then there is the teenage Farm Girl, who is on an emotional roller coaster of her own. Perfectly in sync with mine. Yee haw.

Skip down five years and there's the Tater Tot. She's stuck in the middle and can't seem to find her own place. She is very sensitive and like me, she eats to cover her emotions. She can also yell louder than any other human being on the planet. I swear.

There's The Farm Kid, he's 6. He's his Daddy's little Buckaroo. But he is also very mischievous. (Dang it, I had to use spell check on that one.) Yesterday, he and his brother went chasing a farm cat into an alfalfa field and scared the crap out of us. We looked for ten minutes before Jaima heard them. They had to raise their hands so we could see where they were and guide them out. Needless to say, yesterday will be entered in the record books as "exciting".

And then there's The Baby. 'Cept he's four. And he is t-r-o-u-b-l-e. He sneaks into our room at night and steals my phone. He's figured out how to crack the code. We catch him sneaking, like a lynx, across the floor. It's creepy. He also loves to eat candy and can find it anywhere. 

Tonight, at wit's end, I decide to Google "Charles Spurgeon on parenting." Spurgeon is one of the greatest preachers the world has ever known. His words are like salve for my wounds. He takes the Word of God and reaches my heart across the century with words that still ring true today:

Do not others expect from children more perfect conduct than they themselves exhibit? If a gracious child should lose his temper, or act wrongly in some trifling thing through forgetfulness, straightway he is condemned as a little hypocrite by those who are long way from being perfect themselves. Jesus says, “Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones.

Spurgeon talks about how Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me" and "Feed my lambs." What an extraordinary calling it is to be a parent. Will I lose hope during the difficult times? Or will I lean stronger on the One who has loaned these little souls to me, to train them in righteousness and yes, to teach them their manners as well...

Points to ponder on this parenting journey.

Never lose hope,
Thee Farm Wife

Friday, June 23, 2017


Looking out my window I see my favorite view of the neighbors farm. The trees in the river bottom. AJ on the riding lawnmower pretending to mow. He wants to be like his Daddy so badly.

I hear cows bellering because it's almost feeding time.

I am thankful it's Friday. Because I get to sleep in tomorrow. And have two whole uninterrupted days with my loves.

One of my favorite things right now is watching MEtv. All of the shows I spent watching after school and at night with my parents. M*A*S*H, Andy Griffith, Brady Bunch and Hogan's Heroes.

I am creating new Bible journaling pages. Today I will be finishing Psalm 1. I need that reassurance that there is life giving water.

I am wearing frumpy clothes because I really need to lose weight. And I know how to do it. I just don't want to. You know what I mean? Coconut creme pie and strawberry rhubarb crisp are calling my name.

I am (binge) watching Supernanny.

I am reading books by Marla Cilley aka The FlyLady.

I am listening to sermons by Rick Warren. Hillsong. And Alex's dumb dinosaur YouTube video.

I am hoping that I am able to keep making progress in my parenting.

I am learning patience and peace making. It is amazing.

In the kitchen are fresh picked radishes, onions and peppers from our garden.

This post is part of a blogging group I am following. Just writing and recording ordinary things. One day they will be fond memories.

How are you making memories?

Lots of love and sweet tea,
Thee Farm Wife

Monday, March 13, 2017

Country living and snow storms

"City folks just don't get it."

Fact One:  We got about eleven inches of snow in a twelve hour period.
Fact Two: We live on a hill out in the middle of nowhere.
Fact Three: Thee wind is blowing out of the north.

Therefore, WE ARE SNOWED IN!

Thee Farmer woke me up at midnight after he came in from checking cows - because we are calving! - and told me I wasn't going to work in the morning. School has been cancelled. He just spent over three hours just clearing out the back half of the farm so he can get to the three barns and take care of cows. It's drifting like crazy and we have open buildings. Poor newborn calves! So, we will spend the day all working together and the "town jobs" will be on standby.

Ya all should know by now that I am a planner. I like things to run smoothly and in an orderly fashion. But I also love love love days like today when the schedule is disrupted and life must be handled accordingly. 

The kids will get dressed and it's all hands on deck. Lunch will be leftovers. Supper will be a yummy bean and ham soup in the crock pot. 

Somehow laundry will still get done (4 loads by 4). We'll listen to some George Strait. dance in the kitchen. And keep making memories.

Lots of snowy love,
Thee Farm Wife

Saturday, March 4, 2017

I locked myself in the bathroom...

by 10am this morning. 10am. And I slept in until 7:30.

It's like all of the energy the three littles have is spinning and spiraling out of control like a tornado.

I love to clean, Decorate, Move furniture and repurpose things. And they run through the house like little hellions leaving wrappers, toys and dirty socks in their wake. 

Saturday's are supposed to be my day and I confess I am so selfish. I want them to go outside and bug their daddy. I want to put a slightly adulter movie on Netflix. One with a little more action than an episode of Peppa Pig, ya know? And listen to the movie as I putter around.

After my bathroom decompression, I call my Mama. She tells me to make them sit on their beds and read a book. To not yell and to take care of myself. 

She is so wise. I don't ever remember her yelling. Not once. And I have heard her say ONE cuss word my entire life and it wasn't even a good one. I want my Mama on days like today. When she was my age she and Daddy were empty nesters and grandparents. We have a four-year-old for Pete's sake. 

I ask her - okay I beg her - to come up and visit and she simply says, "No, thank you" in that "do you think I am that crazy?" voice. I know she laughs at me every time she hangs up the phone.

What do you do to get away from the craziness? Besides, Target. Target is good. Wanna babysit?

Thursday, March 2, 2017

Ink Eyebrows and Weary Moms

Thee Farm Kid gets off of the bus. Comes in the front door and slings his backpack across the floor as usual. And then, I have to look twice. Twice. He has drawn eyebrows, a mustache and a full beard on his face with black ink pen. The eyebrows throw me into hysterics. They are so precise. What would possess him to be ever so creative? His sister tells me that he sat on the hour long bus ride with THAT on his face. I am still laughing. If I don't laugh I will cry.

Thee Farm Kid who drew eyebrows the next day...

I have a fantastic group of friends- there are 7 or 8 of us. I believe I am the eldest (oldest?) One of us is single, no children. All of our kiddos have had some type of crud this winter. Others have battled infertility.  Children who have turned their backs on God and on them. We've all witnessed miracles. And we have this amazing group text going on where we just keep encouraging. House needs sold? No problem. We're all praying. Everyone down with the flu? Healing prayers go up. 

And then last night. A weary mom feels guilty for feeling like a mom-failure. She's yelling. The house is a disaster. She may or may have not said unkind things to her husband. She may have very well lost her ever loving mind. And so we began pouring out texts. 

  • Lean on God, my friend.
  • Some days are good, and some are awful, we're all here with you.
  • I want to focus on God this Lenten season, not give something up.
  • I fall short, too!
  • I feel like I'm failing.
And my response to them all:
Please, please, please ladies do not think for one minute that just because we are Christ followers that we will be perfect mamas. I fell for that lie that Satan kept whispering in my ear and I gave up. Never give up! Keep fighting for your kids It's never ever too late to start a day or even a moment again!!!!!
And then the realization from a weary mom that we probably will never get this parenting thing figured out because it's supposed to remind us who really is in control.

Amen, sister, Amen. 

If being a Christian meant perfection I'd want no part of it. How else am I to help those around me who are battling the same craziness that I am? One sin-filled, impatient, God-leaning day at a time.