Busy Spring

Today was another house project VICTORY! My dear friend, and fellow home school mom came over with her saws, power tools, engineer brain, and moral support for my better half----and they got the office laminate flooring down! HOORAY!
I mowed. My hard-working eldest son mowed too.
Right now my husband is spackling the walls for a fresh coat of paint, and won't the office look splendid?
For my praying friends I would like to request prayer for an upcoming interview. Mine. Life changes ahead no matter what, and some could be for the best. I'm excited to see what will be.
I had a nice time visiting the bees today, too. They really are very happy at the farm. Two days ago our city sprayed for Gypsy Moths, and that made almost no one I talked to happy. Certainly our bees could never have tolerated the pesticide had they been still here.
Last night was a lovely band concert for my musician son, who is 12.
Some concerts are outstanding, and this one was. He plays clarinet like his dad, his grandma, and his cousin.
Last week my nephew played his clarinet on Jay Leno's Tonight Show, a lovely accompaniment  to the song by "Iron and Wine."  So pretty. I don't know the song, but it was nice.
Have a meaningful Memorial Day. I am reading "Unbroken" by Laura Hillenbrand. It is the story of Louie Zamperini, who recently visited this area. Margaret and my husband got to hear him speak. They were amazed at his life story. He is a WWII vet who is now 94 years old. What a story! I want to finish it by Monday.

Interview with Vishal Mangalwadi

Vishal Mangalwadi

Does the Bible Matter?
I got an email link to a video on Fox with Vishal Mangalwadi. He is someone worth listening to, and my parents have admired his work for years.
This article is worth reading.

Are You Ready?

Those of us who actually believe the Bible, and are not afraid to admit it, know that Jesus promised to come back someday. It also says in Thessalonians that we will be "caught up" in the air to be with Him.
Some scholars have translated that word "rapture."
The Bible also makes it clear that we do not know the hour in which He will come.
If you study Biblical prophecy at all (and almost 30% of the Bible is prophecy) you will come to the inevitable conclusion that Jesus is coming again, that there will be a season of His coming, that there will be "birth pangs," signs of the time.
What is most amazing to me is that something almost 2,000 years old is so relevant to what is going on today.
Ezekiel predicts an uprising of particular nations against the land of Israel. Is it not remarkable that those nations even exist millenia hence?
I find it remarkable. I am un-phased by silly predictions of the timing of Christ's appearance. I know it will happen when God wills it.
Israel will stand as a testimony to the truth of God's Word.
My life will be centered on following Christ in deed. I am called to love God and my neighbor. Part of that love is to believe His Word and share vital truth with those I know.
Repent and get ready. We don't know when He is coming, but we need to be ready.
The wonderful benefit of being ready is a life infused with meaning and purpose while we await His return. We have a win-win situation.

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Little Owl

"Little Owl" came from the University of Minnesota library today, and I was SO glad to see it again! I remembered all of the illustrations. The story was fun to read, and I made the kids read it too.

Nine Months

It's been nine months since my husband was laid off of his work. I think of how this nine months progressed, and it might be interesting to remember some of the developments along the way. It takes nine months for a baby to be born, and I see some parallels, however ridiculous.

The first month we are filled with shock, fear, surprise.
The second we feel a sense of expectancy for the future.
The third month we settle into a new norm of job searching.
The fourth month brings the roller coaster of dashed expectations and different hopes.
The fifth becomes a setting of the jaw time.
The sixth month is filled with prayers for SOMETHING to come up.
The seventh is bleak.
The eighth is numb.
The ninth is prayer with a note of desperation. PLEASE, LORD!

And yet we can "fret not." (Psalm 37) The Lord sees when a sparrow falls from a tree.  Are we not worth more than birds?
It's good to evaluate the lessons that are learned in the process of life changes. I know that I am more content to have things stay as they are, that is, to have stability and a steady means of provision.
It's almost too exciting to wait on the Lord, for Him to show His provision. We humans are funny creatures. We dream of one thing yet cling to another.
I have had some low thoughts lately, and I have been praying with a desperate note. Yet we are not desperate. That is only my perception.
I recall that at the beginning of this "adventure" I determined that I would see how the Lord would provide! He is mighty, and He has not forgotten us. I have not forgotten that purpose in my own heart. I'm just struggling with patience right now.
Summer is here in one sense. It is lovely outside and everything is green.
I drove to Little Falls, MN today (where Charles Lindbergh grew up) and the lakes along the road were deep sky-blue water. What a beautiful place we live in!
Miss Misty is now in heat. Wishing for a Corgi daddy to come and play, but haven't found one nearby. She gets limited privileges when she is in her time, and that makes her less happy.
She chewed off another Barbie doll hand. I guess we are going to have to start calling her "Shark." This too will pass. I'm afraid the Barbie will not recover.
Darling Daughter is getting too old for Barbies, anyway.
She is changing too.