Monday Musings.

Musing over Monday…I find….

Im very tired this evening.
But I enjoyed the day very much.
I don’t stutter as bad as I thought.
The Lord Jesus CAN still give me stories out of the blue – and good ones too!
I DON’T like putting on doorknobs like I once thought I did.
Acts is a great blessing to read – or to listen to at work via IPhone.
I still love to write in my diary.
Mastitis CAN be treated in goats – thank Jesus!!
Tommy cat is a wanderer.
I still love candlelight.
Malty is a very quiet Nubian.
I prefer pen and paper over computer.
Taking a really hot bath with TOO much Peppermint oil in the water when you’re prone to heart palpitations is not a good idea.
And I love the smell of boiling cajeta.

May everyone’s sleep be sweet tonight, everyone’s day be beautiful (again, depending on hemisphere! πŸ™‚ and everyone’s communion with our Lord be unhindered!


My Prayer Tonight

Behold, the morning sun
Begins his glorious way;
His beams through all the nations run,
And life and light convey.
But where the Gospel comes
It spreads diviner light;
It calls dead sinners from their tombs,
And gives the blind their sight.
How perfect is Thy Word!
And all Thy judgments just!
For ever sure Thy promise, Lord,
And men securely trust.
My gracious God, how plain
Are Thy directions giv’n!
O may I never read in vain,
But find the path to Heav’n!
I hear Thy word with love,
And I would fain obey:
Send Thy good Spirit from above
To guide me, lest I stray.
O who can ever find
The errors of his ways?
Yet with a bold, presumptuous mind
I would not dare transgress.
Warn me of every sin,
Forgive my secret faults,
And cleanse this guilty soul of mine,
Whose crimes exceed my thoughts.
While with my heart and tongue
I spread Thy praise abroad,
Accept the worship and the song,
My Savior and my God.
Isaac Watts

Lessons we learn

A here while back, I will confess, I was very frustrated and angered ~ and sad, and mad, and confused, and worried, and exhausted, and anything else you can say that would mean a very-unhappy-discontent-and-hard-to-get-along-with-individual ~ about my life in general.
I wrote a post during this time that – even more than I knew – exposed my feelings perfectly. I didn’t mean to make myself so open, and have since a little regretted and a little appreciated it, and a very great deal learned from it.

I’ve never sought or desired to be one of those blogger’s whose life is a fairy-tale. So many bloggers I’ve seen only put the cheery, good parts of their lives up for inspection, and when you visit their blogs you get the feeling that these people never have anything wrong, never struggle, never worry, never argue.
I certainly don’t support laying all your problems out for the world to see; just to cry on someone’s shoulder so-to-speak. But I think a certain degree of the real-world is necessary.
I guess this is the writer-side of me talking; the one that likes the reality, the darker characters, the troubled stories.
I just want my blog to be real – show the real, sometimes faithless, jealous, struggling person that I am, instead of always the happy, joyful, full-of-praise part that seems to naturally come out whenever I’m around strangers.
I want people to see that, though I trust in the Lord Jesus and always try to seek Him in my life and depend on Him for Breath and Nourishment in each step of it, there are those times when I just sit and cry and wonder, “What for? What am I doing this for? What’s the purpose? Why!” or “Why do they treat me like this? What have I done?” or “What’s wrong with me?” or a dozen other questions we may ask ourselves in times of pain and trials.
I am human.
Not just a fairy-tale-live-in-a-mushroom-blogger.

So…enough of what the Lord taught me about blogging through A post with a rather different tone.

A few weeks after writing that post, I was still struggling with the same thing.
Of course, our situation had changed, jobs had come and gone (and not at all like I had expected/predicted), and life had changed.
But I was still struggling.
See, I was raised from about nine years old to when I was about twenty, with a family who all stayed at home. We did our schoolwork at home, Daddy worked at home because we would buy a run-down house, live there while he and Mama fixed it up, then in a year or at most two, we would sell it and move on. We never lived in the same place above two years. We’d use the money from the house we sold to buy another house of lesser value, have a little money left over, and then fix up the house we had bought.
None of us dreamed of ever working away from home – even when things got tough, we just prayed and trudged on through. Eventually the house we lived in would sell and we’d move to a new one with money enough to live on and keep the lights going – that was enough for us.
My sister and I didn’t worry about moving, never thought of the pain of leaving our friends, or not being able to be where we loved being anymore. We didn’t go to public school, the only friends we had were each other and our animals. Of course, we did occasionally meet girls our age (at one house I remember this; some girls who lived across the street took to coming over every day and riding bike for a while), but they were never like us, many of them were unbelievers, and we never really got along. So…it didn’t hurt our feelings any to leave these places. It was more an adventure – moving to a new house, seeing our new rooms, the new yards…new everything.
But I’m off the subject.
This constant at-home-ness inbred in me a feeling of place; of belonging. I belonged at home. I dreamt of one day marrying, staying at home caring for the house and little ones, and living on a big farm where my husband’s work was in the fields or cattle yards.
I hated the thought of college. As a young girl my happiest wish was to say I made it through life without the world’s so-necessary education. (I still feel this way.)
But we’ve lived here, at our home, for six years now.
We tried to do the same thing we always did, and sell the house after fixing it up, but due to unforeseen problems (including the economic slump) our house never would sell. We tried for two or three years, and it never would sell.
Of course, that led us to a problem. Our source of income was zip. And we still had as many bills – and more – as when we came here. We had to find a way to make a living somehow. We all fought it for a very long time, but eventually we knew, if we were going to keep our home, we’d have to go out and make a living – away from our beloved farm.

If you have been following my blog for very long, you should remember when my Dad passed his General Contractor’s exam and got his NC Contractor’s license, and then went on to get his SC license as well. That was the beginning of the long road we’re now travelling, becoming contractors for the City here near where we live, renovating low-income homes for the government.
Ever since work started I have kicked and balked against it. Not because I didn’t want to work {who does though? πŸ™‚ } but because I didn’t like how much it changed our lives, and how it seemed to bring us back to our old life – the life we had before we knew the Lord.
(Daddy was a licensed General Contractor years ago and ran a business etc. We were born into that world, and it consumed our family in such a way that I hate all the memories of my earlier years.)
I didn’t want this to drag us back into what we were before.
I still fear this, and pray daily for the Lord’s Hand upon us and upon our work.
But, since my frustrated post of last November 27th, the Lord has been teaching me about my own view of our work, my own out-look on it and on life in general.
I used to think that I embraced change. I thought change meant rearranging your bedroom, eating supper in the living room instead of the dinning room, or washing dishes by hand instead of the dishwasher.
My idea of change was ever so wrong.
I do not take life changes easily – at all.
That I’ve found to my great sorrow. I fight against anything that changes my schedule or my routine, I argue against anything that rearranges my life (not my room), and struggle with anything that takes us away from home.
I still think that home is where I belong; cleaning, cooking, sewing, working with the goats, planting gardens (however poorly), writing.
How can I write when I’m painting!!!
This is where the Lord’s lesson through my November post came to me. It came slowly – ever so slowly.

Remember a few Thankful Thursdays ago I thanked the Lord for leading me to read Nehemiah? 
Well, this is what I had reference to. 
In Nehemiah, the author has led the remnant into Jerusalem and, despite adversity, they are rebuilding the wall of the city. They toil night and day, weapons in hand, to rebuild the wall of the city of the Lord.
The part the Lord blessed me with was the work of the priests. The most holy segment of the Lord’s people at the time ‘picked up their hammers’ (so to speak! πŸ™‚ and worked with their hands to build the wall of the Lord. 
He spoke to me as I read this. 
If they worked thus, why shouldn’t I?
I’m sure they didn’t like what they did. They didn’t enjoy building that wall. But it was the Lord’s will for their lives at that given moment in time -just like His Will, so it seems, for our lives just now is to work in renovating these homes for the under-privileged. 
I mightn’t think its where I belong – but its where the Lord Jesus has placed me. 
Reading the story of the priests in Nehemiah strengthened me to His Will so much. I realized that life changes, and though it isn’t always easy at first, sometimes these changes are His will. Sometimes the challenges – the things we think are too dangerous – are His intent for us. When we think its against our nature; its according to His nature. 
I still don’t like construction work – I’m a girl, for heaven’s sake! – but I wouldn’t want to be doing anything else. I’ve begun to see the blessings in this work; like I mentioned before. While the goats were kidding K and I didn’t go to work for a whole week – didn’t loose our jobs because of it. If we’re sick, we don’t have to call in sick; we just don’t go. If something happens and we need to be somewhere else, we just all pick up and go – no worrying about the boss. 
There’s still responsibility. We have a deadline to meet. We have work that must be done in a certain length of time. The money isn’t tops, per se. We bid a round sum; none of us are paid by the hour, Carra and I individually don’t get paid, as paying goes. We all work for a common cause, if there’s anything to spare, we two may get some – and it goes immediately to supporting the goats. There’s no hoarding funds in this family. But there’s also no room and board paid to parents either. 
Without forth-pouring our entire financial situation, are you beginning to get a small picture? 
Though I hope one day to make money through my stories, and Carra and I hope one day to have a working farm to support of family(s) through, we still must make money now. 
And since we can’t do it at home (or rather, by selling our home!) anymore, we must go out and make it, in the same profession we were raised in. 
I’d rather do this than be bound to a 9-5 schedule on someone else’s time, doing work I don’t really like to do – getting yelled at each time I send a text, or check-in on facebook because I’m on the clock. πŸ™‚ 
Though I don’t like the work, I like it better than anything else I can see just now, and the Lord has created this way for us. 
Like the priests in Nehemiah, He has called us – or me, rather, since I’ve had such a fight against it – to pick up my hammer and accept the change He’s given me in this new time of my life. 
Childhood is over – days of sitting and just writing and playing piano are gone. In my early twenties its time to pick up and ‘move’ in my mind – to a different pasture; where I have to browse instead of just graze around my feet. 
And actually, since Jesus has shown me this, I am more and more enjoying this new life. 
Actually I found myself looking forward to work beginning again after the goats had finished their kidding. I look forward to the weekends when we’re at home, but then I look forward to Mondays – the Lord has given me a set time for writing now; mainly on workdays! I never imagined my writing time would improve through having to be away from home!

I still have my fears. Particularly about this work dragging us back into what we were before. 
Before we had a business, we worked to build that business, and be successful. 
Now, we only have a business because its necessary if we work in the city to have some sort of name to go under. Our business name is Yeshua’s Builders – Yeshua being Hebrew for Joshua, which is Greek for Jesus. We’re working under our Lord’s name. Not building a business, or trying to be successful  Just trying to pay the bills and buy groceries, and goat feed.  
I pray it stays this way. 
Just as I have seen that this bane is actually a blessing from my Jesus for my life personally, may we all see that this work is for Him, not ourselves. Not for the business, not for expanding, not for being contractors, doing good work, or making a name for ourselves. Its for honoring our Jesus, we’re working under His Name. He’s given it to us to make a living by. And that’s all. 
May Jesus bless everyone this beautiful Sunday!


Well…I have tried.
I’ve wanted to write a blogpost; I truly have. I love keeping a blog, I love praying for a topic, writing a post, getting up pictures.
I tried to write one this morning at six-forty-five or so, I started another at about three-forty this evening. I’ve dug through my pictures, I have thoughts on a subject, I have an idea for the format.
But it just won’t come.
I can’t concentrate, I’m exhausted – not tired, exhausted – and I guess I have one of those terrible cases of the lazy-writer-syndrome. I’m aching all over from the week’s work at the job and from working the goats’ today, my allergies are acting up with this beautiful spring-like weather we’re having, my head hurts, my lips are chaffed from all the wind and are burning like fire, and we still have evening chores to do.
I should be writing in my barn records.
I should be writing some long-over-due letters I’ve been neglecting (for literally months; so much for loving writing!).
I should be working on my story.
I should be practicing piano or violin.
If I’m not going to do any of this writerly/musician type stuff…
I should be planning our garden.
I should be planting our herbs, carrots, onions, garlic, cabbage, lettuce, celery (which are already very late for getting in here in SC).
I should be cleaning our bathroom.
I should be unloading the dishwasher.
But I just don’t feel like it.
Anyone else ever feel that way?
I just don’t feel like doing anything.

Its one of those beautiful early spring days. Cool enough, with the breeze, to sometimes feel like you need a sweater, but warm enough, in the sun, to sometimes feel like you need to jump in the pond and go for a dip. The sun is coming and going, but the clouds aren’t bright and puffy – they’re more like rain clouds trying to all group together and create a nice storm. 
And its been a beautiful Saturday. 
  • Morning chores (includes feeding, watering, milking, bottle-feeding, checking on sickies, giving hay (and alfalfa), refilling water, straining and pasteurizing milk)
  • A family came to buy a couple kids; stayed about an hour. 
  • Doc came; TB, Brucellosis, and CAE tests done (filling in papers, catching and holding goats, drawing blood and doing the TB prick test on each one) plus sickies looked at and instructions given on care and meds for each.
  • Doc left; instructed meds given, goats let out, electric fence turned on.
  • Bread made (and since punched down, formed into loaves, baked, and frozen)
  • Cajeta cooked (and nearly burned, I should add πŸ™‚ 
  • Feta put on (and since cut, stirred, and strained)
  • Ten bales of hay taken down to the barn and stacked
  • Kid disbudded
  • Back home, laundry folded and dishes done. 

I love full days – at home, of course! πŸ™‚ Its not so fun in town or at the job.

And I especially love them when there’s time left over to sit down and work on my writing/music and do a little blogging. 
But for some reason, I couldn’t seem to come up with a blog post today!
Though, it seems the Lord has given me one despite my writer’s block. This is as well as any, I guess. 
A little complaining, a little content, a little disconcerted, a little happy. 
I should say a lot happy. πŸ™‚ 
So much has been done today – things still linger, needing finished, but the biggies are over with.
Especially all that testing on the herd; that’s been a big weight on my mind! We can’t drink our girls’ milk who haven’t been tested until we get the results back. (TB and Brucellosis can both be contracted by humans through drinking contaminated milk). Our older girls were tested last year, they’re due for another test but it’s been safe enough to drink their milk. We’re pretty sure the younger girls are clean (coming from clean herds), but we have to test. Its mandatory in our books! (And will really be once we’re an up-and-running dairy.) It feels so good to have the whole herd – including our buck – finally done. Now…just to pray for the results. 

I think I’ll skiddy off now and maybe we can get chores done in time for K and I to have a quiet evening watching a movie together and sipping tea. πŸ™‚
Orange-blossom tea….

Thankful Thursday

“O give thanks unto the Lord; for He is good: for His mercy endureth forever.”
Psalms 136:1
I’ve only missed one Thankful Thursday post but it seems like I’ve already missed two or three!
I can hardly believe that, as of this morning, the kidding season at Goshen’s Plenty has officially closed.
Our last doe kidded early this morning with a still-born buckling. 
A full blooded, beautifully formed Saanen kid.
And the first still born on our farm.
Needless to say, this kidding season has, by far, been the hardest on our farm – even with just ten does.
The Lord is blessing our little farm to grow slowly and we’re learning a lot along the way, though some of the lessons haven’t been so easy.
These past couple weeks have been very labor intensive; like a crash course in new-mothering. πŸ™‚
Having animals to care for is a lot like being a mother, and kidding season is a lot like being a new mother (with a dozen new babies) – except our children are outside, and not quite so fragile. πŸ˜€
But even with all the difficulties, and sometimes heartbreaks, we still have a lot to be thankful for!
Our girls are healthy. Even Princess, whom we were having serious concerns about, is doing much better.
We’ve lost a couple kids, and a precious doe, but we’ve gained experience – in the hard side of farming.
And Daisy’s passing has blessed us – though it is a bitter blessing – in other ways, too. 
We now have a free heart to move our herd over into fully registered stock. 
If all goes well, our unregistered does (formerly so endeared to us through Daisy) 
will be up for sale before next breeding season.

So, this Thankful Thursday, I am thankful to my precious Savior Jesus for;
  • New life. New life for our farm, all the bouncy babies that were born this season and are doing splendidly, and the new life for us – a refocus of our farming endeavors.
  • New experience. Though its been very hard at times, we have learned so much through the heartbreaks of this kidding season.
  • Four new doelings we will be able to keep on the farm – for a while anyway. πŸ™‚ 
  • Fresh, rich, nutritious, pure goats’ milk for the bottle babies and for us too! 
  • Moments of rest.
  • Fresh bread just out of the oven.
  • Warm meals.
  • An ease off in the rain
  • Dear family. So near, and so far. All of you have been here to support us through this difficult time of work, loss, blessing, and learning. 

We are so thankful to the Lord Jesus for each and every one of you, and love you all so dearly! 

  •  Friends. Mainly through facebook we’ve kept up with friends around the world and here in the US who’ve helped, encouraged, and prayed for us through this time. A hug to everyone of you!!

  • For smiles. Think where we’d be – and where the world would be! – without the ability to smile! 
I pray you all have a very happy Thankful Thursday!
What are you thankful for today?

A Look Back

What sort of life….

Looking at this photograph, taken by Lewis Hine in Macon Ga. in the early 1900’s, conjures up mixed feelings for me.
I love looking at the smiles on the boys’ faces as they play jacks around the old town railroad track. I love thinking about the men these boys grew up around, and grew up to be – men like my Granddaddy Ted, who was born and raised around Macon, Ga about this same time, and who’s family lived a lot like these boys’.
But the building behind them, the old brick building lined with wooden, many-pane windows. Buildings like this still stand in many a southern – and even northern – town in the US. One stood here in our town until just a year or so ago. Buildings like this create a sense of place to the small towns they used to dominate. They’re a piece of history that will never be resurrected.
That’s sad to me, but to these boys in the photograph if they could’ve only heard these words then, they would have danced for joy.

This was in the days of child labor, of mass production. After the Civil War and the Reconstruction, but before the First World War, the United States was in an era of industrialization that swept up the American society – and with it hundreds of thousands of newly arrived immigrants who had fled homeland and family to find refuge in the land of opportunity. 
These immigrant families often consisted of more than ten children – all of them but the very small would work. 
They would work the mills, alongside their parents. 
And they would die – of cotton fiber inhalation, of pneumonia, of TB, of accidents turned fatal among the monstrous machinery they were taught to navigate and run. 
But this was life to them. 
This was what they knew – all they knew. 

The little girl on the right was Daisy Estes about 11 to 14 years old in this picture. She and her family (she had nine siblings) lived in Chester, SC during the time of this photograph. There was no school within reach of them and she and the other three older children in the family worked in the mills. It is presumed that the second girl in the picture is Daisy’s sister, Cora, but the exact identification of both of the others girls is unknown. Hine recorded that all three of the girls were chewing tobacco. This picture was taken in November 1908.
By 1910, Daisy’s mother had died (perhaps even around the time this photo was taken, as two years later in the 1910 census her mother is not mentioned, but the family does include a two and a half year old daughter). Sometime after, the family moved to Gastonia, NC (not far from Chester), where, in 1915, Daisy’s dad, Carter Estes died of pneumonia.
Daisy either married before or shortly after her dad’s death, as ten months later on her own death certificate she is listed as married, though no husband’s name is recorded. She died between the ages of 18 and 22 of spinal meningitis or purple fever. The contributing cause listed on the death certificate is neglect.

(Thanks to Joe Manning and his Lewis Hine Project for the information.)

I have highlighted the rows of the Estes Family with yellow. You can probably enlarge this picture and read the 1910 census of their family for yourself, or download it to your computer.
Reading this girl’s story, I am brought to realize how she is only one in millions that grew up, worked, and died in these mills across the country over the century they were instated and used. They struggled to survive, to just live day by day – and some did. There are folks even round town here that we know who grew up working in the mills aside their parents, and years later retired from them. 
But for those who were not so fortunate, for those who struggled – only to die neglected and alone. 
We think we have it bad. 
With our warm homes, our pantries of food, our machinery that does half our work for us. Our big department stores that carry almost anything anyone could ever want, our factories that run on computers – very little chance (little chance) anymore of a worker getting tangled up, mangled, and killed in the massive robots that make this country run today. 
And we think we have it bad.
What our grandparents would have given to live like we do! Our grandparents, our great-grandparents our great aunts and uncles! Those that lived through the ‘roaring 20’s’ in mills and shrimp yards, picking cranberries by hand and shelling oysters with their little ones helping at their sides. 

But they could still smile. 
Clothes falling off, half blind, and no doubt completely illiterate. 
They could still smile. 
Because this was life to them. This was all they knew, all they could hope to ask for. And, they lived through it and in it. 
I know they weren’t always happy. 
Like Daisy Estes, her life seemed to be one huge loss and hardship after another. But I remember when I was ten, eleven, thirteen. I remember the hard times so well. But I remember those times of laughter. Those times of enjoying my family – and our life; my life. 
I’m sure Daisy did too. 
But why can’t we live life one day at a time? Why can’t we look to heaven, trusting our Father for what He has in store? If its working in a mill, or working on our own farm, working as a shrimp plucker or a construction crew member – whatever it is that’s in our lives today, whatever He has placed us in. 
We can look at these people, long gone now; their lives over – the world they knew passed on forever. We can look at them and see the good that the Lord gave them. 
Can’t we do the same for ourselves today?
“But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him.”
I Corinthians 2:9

The Broad Road is Doomed to Fail

One of my favorite hymns….
Broad is the road that leads to death,
And thousands walk together there;
But wisdom shows a narrower path,
With here and there a traveler.
β€œDeny thyself, and take thy cross,”
Is the Redeemer’s great command;
Nature must count her gold but dross,
If she would gain this heav’nly land.
The fearful soul that tires and faints,
And walks the ways of God no more,
Is but esteemed almost a saint,
And makes his own destruction sure.
Lord, let not all my hopes be vain
Create my heart entirely new;
Which hypocrites could ne’er attain,
Which false apostates never knew.
Isaac Watts 1707-09

The Poll

I’ve been wanting to do this for a rather long time. 
A poll asking my readers what they would like to see more of on my blog. 
I just never have had the time to make one up, or to keep up with it, or – lately – to do blogging period. πŸ™‚ 
Now that kidding season is slowing down (we have three does more to kid, and a few concerns for one doe already freshened, but we’re praying and working with Doc about her), and our job at Ogden is finished I think I may have more time to do a more ‘regular’ type blog. 
We are starting a new job, coined Hemlock, which should begin next week, but I’m trusting the Lord that somehow I’ll be able to juggle work, farming, keeping up the house, music, and writing (i.e. diary, story, letters, or blog), and have a little time for everything. Maybe not everything everyday, but somehow in each week have accomplished a little of everything. 
If that makes sense…. πŸ™‚
Anyways, many of my blogging friends have blog schedules (where they pick out certain days to blog, or certain days to blog about certain things). I like that idea, but am not sure how I’d be able to keep up a regimen of required content, unless it were simple posts like Wordless Wednesdays and Thankful Thursdays (two days of blogging I enjoy sharing and reading on other people’s blogs too). I guess I’ll have to ‘test the waters’ and see what feels best before I jump in. 
But, as to content itself, I’ve always struggled to have a balance. 
It has helped to take my big, talkative writing posts to a new site, but I’m still trying to balance other things here on my home blog. 
So now, with the opening of my writing blog helping to somewhat de-clutter My Life in Him, I think this is the best time to finally post a poll and let my readers tell me what they prefer reading about. 
You’ll see the poll over on the right side of my blog. It runs until next Saturday and you can vote for more than one subject if you want to. Everyone feel free to contribute – whether you’ve been following my blog since it opened, or you’ve just stumbled upon it and like what you see! πŸ™‚ I look forward with excitement to hearing your responses!
Happy Saturday everyone, and the Lord Jesus bless you all!

Thankful Thursday

“With my whole heart have I sought Thee: O let me not wander from Thy commandments.”
Psalm 119:10
Its almost the end of another week. I’m looking forward to the weekend – mainly because we’ll be able (Lordwilling) to stay home from work and not worry whether or not the girls are going to throw us a trick kidding! 
But, even with the early signs we’ve been seeing of the does getting ready to give birth and all the hard work at the job, its been a great week. 
Let me qualify that. Yesterday I wrote in my diary that it had been an awful week. Today I’m saying its been a great week. I guess because, I’ve had a chance to sit back and think about the week – and I really have lots to be thankful for. Too many things to be thankful for in this week to say its been awful
Its so easy to look back, in review, and see why we should have been thankful, happy – even over joyed! – when we were really very frustrated, upset, unhappy, or dissatisfied. 
If only I could learn to trust the Lord Jesus – in the moment – and not just for my general life. Its so simple to trust Him for our lives, our futures…. We know He has us all in His loving care. But to really step back, out of a present difficult situation, and pray and give it over to the Lord Jesus as it is happening
What freedom would then be ours!
For this Thankful Thursday I can only list a few of the many things I am thankful for.
(This post would grow tedious if I listed them all! πŸ™‚ 
So, I am thankful this week for;
  •  Princess’ kidding not coming too fast. (She’s the girl that’s been keeping us on our toes!)
  • For last night’s work at the barn with my sister. After working all day at the job, we came home and mucked out two stalls (after moving all the lumber out of it that was set up for the repairs). It was hard work – especially in the dark – but it was great to just work with K on our farm. 
  • The cabinets being done at the job. After all the many coats of paint, the hinges are on, the doors are up, the knobs are on and they look great (even if I say of ourselves πŸ™‚ Our job coordinator stopped by yesterday and said he “really likes” the cabinets. Praise the Lord Jesus!
  • I’m thankful for good food. Daddy made up a quick vegetable soup Tuesday night and we had it yesterday at the job with cornbread. (Brought the homemade mix and I made them up at work – that’s another thing to be thankful for; the working stove there. )
  • And I’m thankful for the cold weather. Its not comfortable – especially for the kiddings coming up – but its great to have the ground hard frozen again after two years of warm winters. Thank the Lord!

What are you thankful for this Thursday?

Our latest work

Our newest work site. 
We’ve done a couple smaller jobs since leaving Gatewood, but this is 
the first one we’ve been awarded by the city, followed closely by a bigger one that’s to 
start in a week or so.

This house had been previously worked on, but not finished. 
The city had trouble with the contractors that worked here, and have since disbarred them.
I’m sorry they’ll be out of work, but I pray they take this seriously and work on improving.
Its hard taking over this job and trying to make it look good when so much of it
is done amazingly poorly. 

I think the biggest job here has been painting the kitchen cabinets.
That isn’t a big job in itself.
But it turns into a big job when the cabinets are stained with who-knows-what, and after 
four coats of paint they were still bleeding.
Needless to say we have been very tired and sore lately, crawling into and over these 
cabinets so many times.

On top of that, we discovered that Kilz is no longer making just a stain-blocker. 
The Kilz we had so trustingly been applying to these awful cabinets was actually just 
a brand-name paint!!
So, a lot of time and money have gone into these cabinets that was not 
necessary, but also we’ve learned another lesson!
What’s the saying? 
Live and learn.

There’ve been a few other things; plumbing, hanging sheetrock in a bathroom, 
painting the carport, and today we plan on tacking the edge of the roof that was left 
I don’t like construction. I guess that’s common knowledge by now. πŸ™‚
But I love having our own hours, being able to work together, and not being bound 
to someone else’s schedule. 
I guess that the free-minded homeschooler in me. 
Someone who’s spent their childhood finishing their school work before breakfast so they
could have the rest of the day for their music and writing, 
doesn’t really like the idea of an 8-5 job of any kind! πŸ˜€
Its really helpful having our own business right now too.
When our girls are starting to show early signs of kidding approaching.
K and I are planning on helping Mama and Daddy finish up the ‘big’ things at work all
we can, and then we’ll have to call off (with no risk of losing our jobs πŸ˜€ ).
The goats should start kidding by Friday.
But we have one doe who’s keeping us on our toes….
I’ll share that with you later!