An update

A quiet blessing from Jesus on the way home last night, after a rainy day.
Today we have taken off work to get a few things done in preparation for special visitors tomorrow. Its going to e quite a day – quite a fun day, Lordwilling 🙂 – and we’re praying the Lord will bless the fellowship with our new brothers and sisters in Him.
This evening we’re in town again, but in order to do some shopping which is much nicer than working! 😀

Here is a glimpse of part of what we were doing this morning. Milked over two gallons at chores to bring up for home use (other went to goats and cow). We used our little home pasteurizer to be sure it is safe for giving to our visitors tomorrow. We drink our milk raw, and believe that’s the best way so long as clean milking methods are followed and the milk is strained. Our visitors tomorrow have very small children however, who have a tendency to get sick easily, so we don’t want to be the indirect cause of illness because the children are not as immune to things that may be found in our milk as we grown-ups would be.
It’s made me think of how I may like to feed my own children if one day The Lord gifts me with a family and little ones. I wouldn’t want to take any chances with them, despite that I think the natural way is better. Our home pasteurizer may come more in handy one day.

Here’s a little peek at the goings on in our little micro garden. (I say micro because 13 tomato plants is only a smidgen of what we want to put in.) As I just said, we put in 13 tomato plants last Saturday. They are doing very well, thank The Lord for the rain! The chickens don’t like them so they’re surviving despite our birds and growing very nice and tall. But instead of having 13 now we only have 11.
This picture shows a hole – bigger than what a tomato plant requires – where one of the plants once stood. Something is eating them up from under the ground! Carra dug down, and there are definite tunnels beneath the plant spot.
We’re suspecting voles, whatever they are.
Anyway, just a little mobile post to update everyone about the what’s happenings in My Life in Him.

I pray everyone is enjoying their Friday. Remember, the weekend is only a few hours away! 🙂

Jesus bless you all!


Mobile Blogging…being a teen…growing up…and other things.

Well…unlike I figured…I have a nice deal of time on my hands today with which to write a blogpost – even mobile. 🙂 actually I have a LOT of time today!

The surgery is taking the whole day, so far as can be told right now, so everyone is sitting around talking, doodling, and otherwise killing time while we pray for Randy in the operating room and trust the Lord’s Hand will guide the surgeons as they work.

It’s a wet, chilly day today.
It was even worse at 2:00am when we got up!!

That’s writing-worthy!

As I may have mentioned before, I am more of a night type person. I like to stay up late, reading or writing. Getting up before the sun is not usually my favorite way to start the day. I don’t mind sometimes…but 5 is about as early as I can handle.

Well…in order to see Randy before they took him back to surgery, we had to make it 150 miles or so by 7:00am.
Which meant, in order to get chores done, we had to get up at TWO!

So…up at 2, chores at 2:30, breakfast 3:30, then on the road by 4:07. A two and a half hour drive and we’ve been in Winston Salem, at the baptist hospital since 6:44.
Thank the Lord we did get to see Randy before they took him back – but just before. He got ere just a few minutes after us and they took him in less than half an hour later!

Now we’re in the dreaded hours of waiting…aching…praying…starving…bored…waiting…praying…aching…thirsty…getting lost in the hospital…..
The list goes on.

But we’re enjoying it – despite the circumstances and the tiredness! It’s nice to see our relatives again, get caught up on the bits of news we’ve missed, and see Randy’s boys again.

Trai and Thomas have certainly grown – even since my first mention of them on my blog a couple years ago!
Watching them play games, organize their collection of miniature cars and trucks (and planes!), draw (and very well, I might add!), study up on their homework, etc. it reminds me of when I had just turned a teen (and a little younger).

That was a beautiful year.
It should be really; the child is growing, feeling his age, learning more about life, but still young enough to enjoy it – all of it, not just parts of it like adults! – in their simplicity.

When I turned 13, my family was in the middle of moving to a new home, I was thoroughly enjoying both piano and writing, was busy with my school lessons, and only had the responsibility of my four year old cat and partial responsibility of our four dogs.
I and my sister took up violin that year and The Lord truly blessed that. Besides Mamas attempt to teach us guitar when we were six or seven, learning violin was our first experience with a stringed instrument. It was a LOT of work, but The Lord planted the desire to play so deep in our young hearts that it took off like wildfire and despite the aching necks and fingers, we learned quickly and loved every minute of it!

It was also the year that the Lord blessed our young bee farm; our whole family spent a LOT of time tending the bees, building supers, catching swarms, harvesting honey, and talking talking, talking about bees.

It was a year of learning, changing, expanding my mind (not through reading, I add, my affair with reading had already waned), experiencing new things and meeting new people.

I did not write much in my diary that year. I didn’t like where we were living, I thought everything exciting had been left behind at our old home. So, I didn’t care to write much about my life (I just wrote stories) though now I wish so much I had documented more about my first year as a teenager. (Though I do not in any way regret the hours I spent scribbling stories. The Lord taught me more in that year – and in the next two or three – about writing than I think I ever learned mechanically since.)

13 was a good year for me – I might not have felt so at the time – but looking back, it was a very good year.
But isn’t every year like that?
Every year we should appreciate the Lord’s working in our lives – no matter what we see in our natural sight. His work is so much greater than our ideas – our biggest dreams are so time compared to His plans for us.

May we learn to love each day, each month, each year as a gift from our Savior.
One day we WILL look back and see His Hand in our lives where before we saw only trouble and trials, and we will lift our hand in Praise to His Providence.
But how much more wonderful our lives would be if we could become conscious of this WHEN it is happening!

“For with Thee is the Fountain of Life: in Thy Light shall we see Light. O continue Thy Lovingkindness unto them that know Thee; and Thy Righteousness to the upright in heart.”
Psalm 36:9-10



Thanksgiving Day

After days of cleaning, cooking…
and of course a lot of fun in preparing….
Turkey took a bath before it jumped in the oven. 🙂
Daddy tested recipes for us. 🙂 😉 
Pumpkin Dinner Rolls – love this new recipe and pray everyone else did to! 🙂
Carra baked a special, marble Chocolate cake and decorated it. 
We even moved our new stove in and hooked it up where the dryer goes so
we could bake the turkey and do other things too!
If you think this is a smokey picture….
it is…
the cake cooked-over and spilled onto the element!
WOW did we have smoke! 🙂
Turkey Day was finally here! 
We spent the day at home
visiting with our two sisters and brother-in-laws, and our nephew and his family.
(I wonder if this was too painful for K….maybe I should have cut the cake? 🙂
It isn’t usual we all get together at one time.
So it was special to all get together and enjoy a big, healthy meal, good talk,
and each other’s company! 
I thank the Lord Jesus for these opportunities to visit and enjoy our family here on earth. 
We even got to give the boys a little lesson in milking! 🙂 
But…Turkey Day has come and gone already!
Its over all too soon!
For another year….
“Rejoice evermore.

Pray without ceasing.
In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.”
I Thess. 5:16-18

May we do this today….
and everyday!

A Ghastly Holiday

“Through desire a man, having separated himself, seeketh and intermeddleth with all wisdom.
A fool hath no delight in understanding, but that his heart may discover itself.”
Proverbs 18:1-2

Today is one of the most well-known holidays in the United States.
Tonight, all over the country – and all over the world – children,
not barring adults!,
will be going out onto the streets, dressed in costumes that range from
witches to zombies, mummies to Frankenstein,
and many, many, many others I’ll not take the time here to name.
In every way, the holiday celebrates evil…darkness…death…and satan himself.
And yet, so many Christians still celebrate this black day
as if it were meant to celebration of the coming of the Lord Jesus or something! 
Or perhaps they turn a blind eye to the evil they are participating in, simply because
it is fun…or good for the children.
I know many things that are fun I would never do…and many things
are good for children too, but we don’t let them have them.
Simply because….
these things are wrong.

Halloween has its roots deeply in the ancient Celtic holiday of Samhain. 
This holiday was so important to the Celtic people that, apart from the rest of the 
United Kingdom, they continued celebrating it late into the centuries
and brought it to America because they felt that to not celebrate this day would
interrupt the cycle of life and certain rites of passage.
In the Celtic world Samhain marked the end of the summer, and the beginning 
of the darker time of the year…winter.
It also marked a day when spirits would walk the earth…spirits of ancestors…
who would come again to their homes and eat with their living relatives.
Evil spirits were also present, however, as Samhain was a day when the ‘other world’ 
was permitted passage into the present world. 
Thus, the creation of the ‘jack-o-lantern’, to protect ones home and family from 
these evil spirits.
This holiday continued to be celebrated by the Catholic church as 
(Is not that remeniscent of ‘Christmas’? – just as side note there.)
The Catholic of that day saw “Hallowmas” (celebrated on the same day as Samhain)
as a day to pray for the dead – for those in purgatory – and as a day
when those in purgatory would return as spirits to the earth to seek vengeance 
on those who had wronged them during their lifetimes.
To protect themselves from these spirits, the people would often disguise themselves in costumes.
Groups of poor – more often than not, children – would go 
from door to door collecting small cakes (‘soulcakes’) as a way of praying 
for the dead and for those in purgatory.
This much-celebrated holiday was brought to America chiefly by Irish/Scottish immigrants.
Prior to the 19th century there is no indication that Halloween was 
celebrated in America.
After the mass immigration during that century, and during the decay 
of more conservative (i.e. Puritan) beliefs in America,
Halloween was widely and readily accepted.
By the end of the first decade of the 20th century, Halloween was celebrated 
all across the nation.
So…gathering these facts together…
and considering openly where this holiday originated;
why would a follower of Jesus Christ ever be found to participate in the festivities on this day?
No one can choose for another – and 
do not presume that I will judge you for celebrating or for not celebrating. 
I have strong feelings on this – perhaps you can already see that,
but everyone must be convicted by the Lord Jesus personally.
As my Dad always says, 
“He who is convinced against his will, is of the same opinion still.”

A Family

Searching painstakingly through the archives on
the Lord has blessed me with quite a collection of very rare
photos and documents of our family’s history and lives. 
I’m thankful for the ability to have kept up a membership with 
for two years. 
Our families on both sides are very divided, we have only a handful of 
hardcopy pictures of our parents’ family from when they were young. 
I could probably count them all on my hands; that’s how scarce 
pictures of our family are.
But the Lord blessed us to discover Ancestry and we’ve been able to
find many more pictures of our family – more on our Dad’s side than our Mom’s –
through this medium. 
I am still looking for more, too, when I have time; especially for Mama’s side.

The first picture on this post is believed to be one of our third greatgrandparents
on our mother’s side.
Charles and Martha Tooley.
The second picture is of our great grandparents on our Dad’s side and several 
of their children.
From right to left;
John Thomas Crouch and Meggie Ervin Crouch
Albert, Dot, Carro (our grandmother), and Lottie
This picture I have shared before.
It is of our 2nd great granduncle on our mother’s side being
baptized in the Ohio River shortly before his death.
Maston Tooley.

This is Vira Kathryn; one of the Crouch girls not shown in the above 
family photograph.

This is Lottie again.


Albert and Amanda Midkiff; Amanda was an Adkins before she married,
a great cousin on my mother’s side.
They lived in Midkiff, West Virginia.

Carthrine Worrel Irvin on the right. 
Grandmother on my dad’s side who married into the Crouch family.

Albert Crouch.
Uncle Bert as Daddy knew him.
This is on the steps of Columbus High School where my Dad attended
for maybe a week. 🙂
This was much earlier than Daddy’s day here, however; this must have been
in the early 30’s.
Henry and Elizabeth Adkins 
Fifth great grand uncle and aunt on our mother’s side.
Looking back through the pictures of our family that I’ve been able to scrape up
has given me a greater light into our own lives.
Studying out where and how they lived – together with stories from both
my parents – have helped to form a greater idea in my mind
of what life means to me.
My mother came from a family who, though they ended up
residing in Ohio, were originally from Virginia – which became West Virginia 
during the Succession. 
They worked hard – mostly in coal mines – and lived hard.
They were true mountain people; moonshine, possum hunting, and coon eating not exempted. 
My mother’s Dad’s family were the Daltons and Coburns of
Logan County, West Virginia. 
Looking through the records of their occupation it is rare not to find a 
coal miner or a logger.
My grandpa himself drove logging trucks and made moonshine.
My dad came from a family who have long kept roots in the 
deep south; Columbus Georgia. 
My grandpa on his side was a car dealer, but he was raised on a farm.
Dad’s mother’s family were all farmers.
The south then was rent deeply with the turmoil still stirred from the Civil War.
Segregation was daily life; my dad can still remember when water 
fountains were marked ‘black’ and ‘white’.
Further back on the Lyons’ side, mill workers run strong in the family.
Men, women, and children alike worked long hours in the 
factories – cotton and tobacco couldn’t support a family anymore after the war.
Industrialization had finally reached the south – long after it had 
supported the north.
As I learn more about our families I am amazed by the lives they led.
To them, life was just life. But once they lived it, left their mark on the world,
and others study it a hundred years later….
their daily lives become living stories; chapter upon chapter to study on and learn from –
and to compare our own lives to. 
I feel a great connection with these people.
Not just because, by blood, we’re related despite the separation of years,
but because their lives were so hard. 
Our family has never, on either side, been well-to-do. Everyone has worked –
and worked hard. 
My granddaddy Ted (Daddy’s dad), grew up during the Great Depression.
He recalled the days you could buy an acre of land for 50 cents –
but you only made 50 cents a week working twelve hours a day in a cotton mill.
Columbus Georgia Mill Workers

My mother remembers visiting relatives – in the 1970’s – who still lived in

shacks in the mountains, worked in coal mines, heated by fire,
milked their own cows, churned their own butter, butchered their own meat,
hunted their game – not for points, but for food – and sat out on the 
porch in the evenings with their fiddles and guitars ’till late in the night. 
These people’s lives weren’t easy – and they had many mouths to feed.
Everyone married young, and a family of 18 was not uncommon – not counting the 
three or four children who never made it past their toddler years. 
I can’t judge whether or not these people knew the Lord Jesus.
I know that moonshining and serving the Lord doesn’t go hand-in-hand,
as neither does burning the town (which several uncles on my dad’s side were known for),
but many of them I believe had some sense of our Savior’s presence and 
dominion over their lives.
I associate more with the women – naturally! – who stayed home 
and worked the farm, fed their children, made their clothes, their soap, their butter,
gave birth to their children in their homes – usually only accompanied by a neighbor 
or a sister – and then would be up the next day working again. 
I can imagine how these women – at least even one of these women – knew the Lord
deeply and would seek Him for the Strength that He alone could 
be in order to endure such a life. 
We complain so much.
But we don’t seem to ever see how little we have to
complain about; and how much we have 
to be thankful for.
Truly thankful for.

Wednesday Trip

I promised a post about the trip Wednesday.

Since then I haven't been feeling too perk – actually it started the day before the trip. So…I've waited and waited and now here it is Friday and I finally post (when its time for a scheduled post! 😦 )

Anyhow….here's some pictures. (We did get some; thank the Lord! 🙂
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And these….the children God has given me

Its a quiet day here at home…. Daddy's studying, Mama's sewing, Carra and are writing and reading, a little cooking, cleaning, and sewing peppered in.
I thought such a day would be good for posting. 🙂

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