Ever have those days where you just feel weary? You’re tired of stretching to make ends meet, you feel like no matter how you try, you never get ahead.
I don’t know about you, but I have those moments. When I just want to throw my hands up and say oh forget it all. I want to crawl under the covers, except it’s been way too hot, and not think.
I know those moments aren’t from God. Whenever we feel weary or worried, He wants us to turn to Him. Because if we’re focused on Jesus, then many of the things we think are important or stressful, when in light of eternity, suddenly don’t hold such significance.
I recently started reading 1000 Gifts by Ann Voskamp. The one thing I really like about the book is looking for things everyday to be thankful for. Too often, we get wrapped up in the things about this life that are hard or not as we’d like. When we look at things with a grateful heart, it changes our perspective.
These are some pictures of things I’m thankful for God blessing me with today.
1. Clothes drying on the line. Continue reading
Do you ever long to feel the presence of God? To feel His touch as surely as the sun upon your skin?
I know God is faithful, I know His promises in the Bible are true, no matter if I feel Him or not. But sometimes, I want to feel Him.
The past few weeks have stretched me thin, like the fabric of my favorite sweat pants I’ve worn since my junior year of high school. Continue reading
This weekend we spent two days at our favorite summer hangout. Since my husband and I have been married we’ve had a boat and for the two months of warm weather, July and August, almost every weekend we’re floating on Baker Lake.
Do you ever have one of those weeks? Both hands stretched high in the sky and waving here. My son had a day camp which required early rising and 12 hours away from home on my part. My husband hurt himself and will be going in for a MRI Tuesday morning. While he’s pushed through, there’s been a few chores he couldn’t do on our homestead and I’ve stepped up. Or stumbled up may be more appropriate. Graceful, I’m not.
We’ve been packing water to our two pigs in five gallon buckets. Lifting it over the fence is a great bicep workout. Making sure you aim the water into the tub and not on top of the electric fence wire next to it requires a level of skill. A skill level I’ve not really accomplished. However, pigs love water, so when I ended up dumping almost four gallons of water on the pigs head, he was quite happy.
We now have a hose going to the tub, thank you very much.
I don’t know about you, but when I hear about something bad, my immediate reaction is to pray. And if it’s something that really bothers me, I ask others to pray about it, too.
I met Jennie through our literary agent. But we bonded over our love of gardening and Jesus. I hope her words stir a new reckoning of God’s love for you whenever you gaze upon nature. Continue reading
Have you ever felt distance God? It seems no matter how often you pray or read your Bible you just don’t feel Him close. Oh, my friend, I have been there. I’m there today.
You know that saying, sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me? Here’s the thing, words can hurt, but they can also heal. It depends on which words we decide to listen to.
This past week, I had an ugly word used to describe me. A hurtful word. A word my grandmother would have threatened to wash your mouth out with soap over. Continue reading
Last week my husband and I got in a discussion. Yep, discussion, a nice calm rational word. Let’s stick with that word.
He said something that at the time made me mad. It made me square my shoulders and immediately fire back some choice words in our discussion.
After I had some time to sit and
stew think about it, I had to acknowledge he might have a valid point. Then I had to admit the reason his words made me so mad, because deep down, I knew they were true. Continue reading
Do you ever let things go until they get so big you’re forced to deal with them? I’m the queen of procrastination when it comes to certain things.
For the past few months (yes, you read that correctly, months) I’ve needed to weed our front flower bed. Grass has been creeping between the river rock border, slowly encroaching up the beauty bark and into the flowers. There may have even been a stinging nettle or two among the heather. Continue reading