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Spring Has Sprung!

During the winter months, we contain our cattle in one or two of our back paddocks to make it easier to feed hay and to keep all our other fields from being tromped to pieces…you can imagine what a herd of 1200-pound cows would do in a soft, wet field.

Today it seems that the cold, snowy weather of the past few weeks are finally disappearing. Standing outside and looking out over the fields, I can almost see the grass growing. The smells, the sounds, and all the sights that come with a new spring are beginning to appear.

One of the first signs that spring has sprung, in our little world, is being able to open the gates and allowing our cattle to graze on the cool, green grasses of a fresh new paddock. I have to say, the cows seem pretty excited, too. 
It is quite funny to watch them crowd through the gate and run and frolic in the new field. (yeah…frolic!) I will have to post a video some time. 🙂
 
Looks like they had a belly-full 
cows under a blue sky
…and laying around in the sunshine
5laying around
Of course, they have to get up to see what I am doing

1Belly full

 

Fortunately,
for now, they are off the hay and onto the pastures. 
 
Now, like all farmers
throughout the ages, we will be praying for rain, sunshine, and a profitable harvest!

Missouri Weather

We went into winter 2012 with just enough hay (fingers crossed) to make it until Spring. Well, as many know, Missouri’s weather is very fickle. In fact, rightly quoted…

“If you don’t like the weather in Missouri, hang around until tomorrow and it will be different”. 

True to its nature, March came in like a lion with strong winds and an illusion to warmer weather, but took an erratic turn when a spattering of sleet was covered by 8” of snow.

We could use a little global warming right about now!

Needless to say, we did not have enough hay. Fortunately, with a quick search on craigslist we found hay for sale at the Koch Farm in Washington. Looks like a great place to live. They have a farm that runs 100+ head of cattle, no more than 5 minutes from McDonald’s, Dairy Queen, and Schnucks! Some people have it all. 🙂 (Ahh…I pleasantly digress)

You can see by the pictures below that we got the hay just in time.

round bales of hay

  Saturday, when I took the pictures of the Farmer unloading the hay, it was 50+ degrees.

And then the snow came in and covered everything in sight!

calf born in snow storm

 

Well, for now we have enough hay for about a week…

So, Old Man Winter, please get out of the way so Spring can be Sprung!

The Skillet Scuffle

 “Iron sharpeneth iron;

so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend.”

Proverbs 27:17


My oldest daughter is a minimalist, which means she loves to throw out perfectly good items just because she doesn’t use them every day or week or month. Every once in awhile she runs out of things to throw out at her house, so I allow her to come to my house and throw away some things to “help” me with my trouble spots.

Last week when she came up, I decided I needed some help with my skillet shuffle. You see, my skillets live in my oven. Unfortunately, when I use my oven the skillets are asked to vacate the premises until things cool down. So they reside on the counter tops, but can be an eyesore when company is present. I can contain them all neatly in a corner, until we have the whole family over for Thanksgiving, at that time we need every inch of counter property available. At this point, the skillets are banned to the back deck until the company has evacuated the premises—usually…one year I left them out there for several days, because I hadn’t missed them (should have been a clue) J

This weekend Daughter #1 (April) and I decided to rearrange and clean out my kitchen so it would be practically “self-cleaning”. Her theory is if you have less stuff in your house you’ll have less stuff to clean up and put away…nice theory. Deciding to do a post on Spring-cleaning, I had Daughter #2 (Miranda) take notes so I could write about it later. She did such an accurate job, I decided to post her notes as she had written them (although I do believe she took some liberties in her writing style). J

 

Step-by-Step Kitchen Collaboration

 

1:51…Took before pics

1:54…Made phone call

1:56…Started cleaning

1:57…Actually started cleaning

1:58…Mom has 7 skillets and April thinks she only needs 2

2:00…Mom decides to keep 4 skillets, but needs all her pots

2:04…Finally decided to get rid of 1 of her 7 pots.

2:06…Skillets are removed permanently from the oven and stored …wait they won’t fit

2:07…Another skillet bites the dust

2:10… April strongly expressing that pots need room to breathe, so the pots or skillets have to go

2:14…Down to 2 iron skillets, 1 large skillet with a lid, and 1 small skillet for eggs

2:15…Another skillet gone, April convinces Mom that she can use her iron skillet for fried eggs, but stores the small Teflon skillet in case she changes her mind

2:19… Mom looking for multiple storing places to put her skillets while April refuses and insists she can shove them all into one place

2:20… Still arguing over skillets

2:21…April realizes she has nowhere else to go with the rest of the skillets so she gives in to Mom’s warming drawer idea (where Mom had some of the skillets stored already)

2:25…Now that the skillets are secured, the pots resurface

2:27…After 36 grueling minutes the pots and skillets are finally put away. Although they are racially mixed to the horror of my Mother (stainless steel with non-stick), but none in the oven

2:28…On to the pans and cookie sheets. Hindsight bias leads me to believe this will not be easy

pans on kitchen counter

2:32…It took four painstaking minutes to take “just the right picture” of them and the pans

2:33…Mom threw something away she has probably never used and if she had, people would need a tetanus shot after eating off it

2:35…It is really sinking into me why, as a psych student, I need therapy before I can help others

2:38…On to mixing bowls and big thighs (genetic?)

2:40…Mom’s “ADHD” is starting to take over as April pleads for her to just deal with the mixing bowls before they move on

2:44…After reading what I have recorded so far for this blog, Mom is talking of starting another one, 3 blogs obviously aren’t enough to contain everything that’s in her thought processes

2:45…On to pie plates while the mixing bowls ar

2:46…April pulled out a pan again… I started to get scared that we had just taken a giant leap backwards

2:48…It’s discovered that Dad can’t take glass to work. He is forced to use plastic, thus sending the environment to its death

2:49…I don’t know what they are arguing about now but I heard chocolate chips

2:50…April is obsessed with lids and against Secret Sisters

2:53…Mom needs more storage and April needs more trash bags

2:54…Mom’s Chinese takeout container obsession is revealedChinese bowls on crowded counter

2:56…On to glasses while the bowls are still sitting on the counter

2:57…Realization that April is against a lot of church related programs and Mom is shockingly shorter than we thought. On a positive note…the bowls are finally finding a place to call home

3:03…The girls need to be picked up, and Mom fears she can’t leave April in the kitchen alone

3:04…Mom finally throws away a silverware holder piece from her old dishwasher. Hmmm…

3:05…I am badgered about whether I want plastic or glass cups for my children to drink out of when we are all over here at the same time

3:07…Amazon called and yes, we are happy with their service

3:08…A coffee cup reminds my mother of my grandfather. Huh, I don’t see the resemblance.

3:10…Still on cups

3:11…Arguing over cups and the Secret Sis thing takes another hit from April….I see a pattern

3:13…I am losing interest, and I didn’t have much to begin with

3:15…Mom got rid of three coffee cups, four cups, now five cups, six cups, no seven…April is taking two of them home.

3:16…They are trying to draw me into their sick game

3:17…I’ve been sucked in!!! They draw you in with their refusal to throw away what is clearly trash, from off the counter!

3:18…Mom leaves to pick up the girls while April stays behind and finishes the kitchen, cursing under her breath as she liberally throws everything else away.

clean kitchen

Hee..Hee! 🙂 …Well the end result was worth the toil and trouble of going through all my cabinets and drawers. As far as a “self-cleaning” kitchen…I decided that there isn’t such a creature. However, April is right, I still have to wash things and put them away, but there’s less mess which leads to less clean up! Thanks girls…

So what projects are you doing for Spring-cleaning? I still need to go through my recipe books. Wait! I hope April didn’t get to them while I was gone. J

My Grandma (Still) Rocks!

My most precious memories growing up are the times I spent at my Grandma Lorene and Grandpa Dee’s house. They, along with most of my Mother’s family, lived in a small rural town that has just lately risen to the 4-digit mark in population. The town is small enough that everyone knows everyone else, and most of them are related.

My grandparents reared their six children (with a lot of visiting cousins and friends) in a 2-story house that sat on a huge plot of ground just spitting distance from the town’s square. The front yard was twice as big as the average yards today. Any time the grandkids were all there, we would be playing “steal-the-flag”. There were other games of kickball, volleyball, badminton, croquet, and every other game imaginable to a yard full of kids. We would sit under the apple tree eating the little green sour apples that fell to the ground, and ride our bikes up and down the sidewalk or all over town (that’s when towns were safe).

We could go on a walk by ourselves and we did often. We could walk up to the drugstore, the general store, and down to the ball field. We crossed the bridge that went over the creek and we climbed into the old theatre that was falling down. It had water in the basement and we climbed over the broken boards and rummaged through the rubble. I can’t believe we didn’t uncover a snake or fall into the water!

Our Christmases were spent with them (one year Santa Claus had to come to our house early, because my brother, my sister, and I got bikes for Christmas and Santa Claus couldn’t deliver them to my grandparent’s house). I remember sledding down the big hill in front of their house, which was actually the main road, and then coming in for homemade hot chocolate that burned my tongue so badly I couldn’t taste for two days.

But my most precious memory is the front porch. Grandma and Grandpa’s front porch reached all away across the front of their great big house and then wrapped around the whole side of the house. It was great! They had room for two swings and lots of chairs. But the swing is what I always sat in…with Grandma.

Grandparents home in Winona, MO
Myers home, Winona, MO

Grandma would sit in the swing and rock back and forth, back and forth, in a leisurely, methodical manner. And if we were fortunate, she would sing to us. She would sing songs that taught us about the Savior, and songs that would praise the Father, and sometimes some cute little ditty that she learned when she was a little girl.

All through my adult life, those recollections have been seeded in my memory, and when we built our front porch, the first thing we added was a swing. As I rock back and forth, I think of the sweet memories of childhood, wishing my Grandmother could come and rock with me. And though that wish may never come to fruition, when our grandchildren come to play in our great big yard and sit on our porch that stretches across the front of our house and eat the pears that drop to the ground from our pear trees, I find solace in knowing that I am blessed to continue the legacy that I received from my Grandma Lorene.

Recently I had a chance to visit my Grandmother at my Aunt’s house where she lives. I walked in and sat beside her in a two-seated glider. After a moment, she began to rock back and forth, back and forth…what memories! Sitting beside her, we rocked the afternoon away, talking, laughing, and just spending time together.

At 94 years old, my Grandmother still Rocks!

Me and Gr Lorene
Grandma Lorene and me

I Luuuv You!

Do you remember the goofy mountain prankster from the Andy Griffith Show? In one of the episodes, The Education of Earnest T. Bass, the unruly hillbilly gets swatted on the knuckles by Miss Crump, while he is under her tutelage earning his grade school diploma (which he is trying to get to impress the love of his life—“Romena”).

Smitten with Helen Crump, after she disciplines him for being unruly, he declares to her, in his distinctive mountain accent… “I luuuuv you! I luuuuv you!”

Of course, Helen runs to Sheriff Taylor, who eventually convinces the wild-eyed mountain man that his feelings for Miss Crump are due to her appearing to be a “muther figger”. J

Although there are so many great things you can bring out about that whole episode, since it’s Valentine’s Day, I want to talk about “luv”.

Love, according to Merriam-Webster, means strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties; a person’s adoration of God; unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another.

According to the Bible, love is patient and kind. However, it is not jealous, boastful, or arrogant. Love does not behave inappropriately, does not insist on having its own way, and is not irritable or resentful.

Those two definitions definitely fly in the face of how people use the term “love” so flippantly.

We proclaim it, we fall into it, we share it, we lose it, and misuse it.

                                                                   I love my nail polish

                                                                                                                   …I love your hair color

                           …Don’t you just love these potatoes?

                                                                                                                                                               …Everyone loves chocolate!

                                                                                              I love to play soccer…

                    He loves to go hunting…

                                                                  We love our home…

                                                                                                                   They love to eat out.

When I see what the Bible says about love, I have to ask myself if my closest relationships—with my spouse, my children, my parents—are characterized in that definition. Sadly, I would have to say…not always.

If you were to ask me if I loved my family, of course I would say yes; but what do my actions say? We all know that our actions speak louder than our words. I can say “I love you”, but if my actions are impatient, unkind, jealous, arrogant, improper, selfish, angry, or resentful—then I am not displaying love.

In that same chapter of 1 Corinthians 13, it goes on to say, love does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices in truth.

This Valentine’s Day would be a perfect time to reaffirm my love for my husband, my children, my family, and my friends.

In loving my husband, I want to be committed to serving him as I promised on the day we were married; to reverence and honor him whether I’m sitting beside him talking about our secret plans for our life together or I’m speaking in public to a group of ladies.

In loving my children and grandchildren, I want to adore them and make them feel special; to encourage them and support them in the wise decisions they make concerning their lives.

In loving my family and friends to whom I’m emotionally connected, I want to show them respect and to value opportunities I have to spend with them.

But most of all, in loving the Love of my life, the Savior of my soul, I want to walk in a way that would bring glory to him; to show how grateful I am that he gave his sinless life as a payment for my sinful life by dying on the cross and rising from the dead so that I may someday spend an eternity in his presence.

My Jesus, I Love Thee

My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine;
For Thee all the follies of sin I resign;
My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.

I love Thee because Thou hast first loved me,
And purchased my pardon on Calvary’s tree;
I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.

I’ll love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death,
And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath;
And say when the death dew lies cold on my brow,
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.

In mansions of glory and endless delight,
I’ll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright;
I’ll sing with the glittering crown on my brow,
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.

William R. Featherston, 1864

Happy Valentine’s Day, everybody!

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Starting A New Resolution In 2013

happy new year

Happy New Year!

Have you started your New Year’s resolution? Or…have you already broken it?

As far back as I can remember I have never liked to make a new year’s resolution. Mainly, because I know myself well enough to know that I don’t have the fortitude to keep it. Blame it on laziness, distraction, weakness, or whatever…but I don’t like to set myself up for failure.

Last week as I was studying for my Sunday school lesson, I ran across this statement, “Should Christians make New Year’s Resolutions?” Well of course we should; there’s even a hymn for it:

 

 


I am resolved no longer to linger,
Charmed by the world’s delight,
Things that are higher, things that are nobler,
These have allured my sight.
I am resolved to follow the Savior,
Faithful and true each day;
Heed what He sayeth, do what He willeth,
He is the living Way.

I looked up the word resolution and the definition that I liked best was “a firmness of purpose”. So yes, I decided, Christians should make resolutions. Like the hymn says, be resolved not to be charmed by what the world has to offer…things that are higher and nobler should be what we try to obtain.

Then I began thinking about the new year and making changes. My thought pattern (if you dare to listen in) went something like this (imagine me talking to myself):

As a Christian, maybe I should “resolve” to do some things differently.
    –I don’t make New Year’s Resolutions.
But as a Christian, I should be resolved about some things.
    –I don’t like New Year’s Resolutions.
Have I ever lost weight, or read my Bible in a year, or stopped any bad habit, or started any good habit?
    –Well… probably, I just can’t think of anything right now.
Maybe if I make one New Year’s Resolution that I was going to do anyway, like lose weight (yeah, right).
    –But it’s a New Year’s Resolution.
Oh, come on! What’s it matter what I call it? It’s the same thing!
    — I don’t like New Year’s Resolutions.
But losing weight would be a good goal, and I know I will be able to keep that.
    …Oh good…there’s still some cookies left from Christmas…
I wonder where that fudge is that Mom made.
…I had better get that eaten if I’m going to make a resolution!

Actually, that was one of my more sane “conversations”. But the point is, that statement about Christians making resolutions got me thinking. When I make a decision to change something about myself, why do I want to change? What’s the reason behind the change?

Well, there are a lot of things we (I’m including you now, so I don’t have to be out here by myself) all could change. Maybe it has to do with weight, punctuality, finances, attitude—you could insert a thousand things. But what are the reasons behind the change?

Let’s take weight—you may want to lose, or gain, weight to improve your looks, or for health reasons.

Or finances—maybe you want to try to learn to save money so you can take your dream trip.

Maybe your attitude needs to change so you can be polite and considerate.

Although these changes, and the reasons for them, are good, the center of all the reasons is “I”.

“I want to change so I will be better”.

As a Christian, the changes I make should bring honor to God so I can be used for his glory.

  • Does God want me to manage my weight? Yes, but I should seek out his will in that area.
  • Does God want me to be more financially responsible? Yes, but I should find out what he wants me to do with my finances.
  • Does God want me to have a loving attitude? Yes, but I should desire his way over mine.

Proverbs 16, verses 3 and 9 says, “Commit thy work unto the Lord, and thy thoughts will be established; A man’s heart deviseth his way, but the Lord directeth his steps.”

Christians should be resolved, we should have a firmness of purpose, but our goal should not be self-improvement, but God-honoring—“Heed what he saith, Do what he willeth…” However, we don’t have to wait until January 1st, we can be resolved to change anytime of the year, month, week, or day. Just pick a starting point and make sure the hub of that decision wheel is God and he will establish your steps.

By seeking to be more like Christ, I’m becoming a better me.

The Christian’s Low-Carb Diet

 

loaf of sliced bread

Matthew 16:5-2

“And when his disciples were come to the other side, they had forgotten to take bread. Then Jesus said unto them, ‘Take heed and beware of the leaven of the Pharisees and of the Sadducees.’

 

And they reasoned among themselves saying, ‘It is because we have taken no bread.’

Which when Jesus perceived, he said unto them, “O ye of little faith, why reason ye among yourselves, because ye have brought no bread? Do ye not understand, neither remember the five loaves of the five thousand, and how many baskets ye took up? Neither the seven loaves of the four thousand, and how many baskets you took up?

How is it that ye do not understand that I spake it not to you concerning bread, that ye should beware of the leaven of the Pharisees and of the Sadducees?’

Then understood they how that he bade them not beware of the leaven of bread, but of the doctrine of the Pharisees and of the Sadducees.”

Bread has been a long time no-no in the low-carb diet world, and it appears here that the disciples thought Jesus was warning against bread, too. However, historically, leaven has been synonymous with sin, which is the context in which Jesus was using it.

I find it a little humorous when I read these verses. Jesus had just lambasted the religious leaders for being hypocrites, and then he and his disciples sailed over to the other shore where Jesus admonished them not to be like the Pharisees and Sadducees. However, not understanding the Lord’s lesson (this is the part that makes me chuckle J) , their thoughts centered on the provision of food, or lack of.

Can’t you see them? Jesus, in his concern for the spiritual lives of his friends and disciples, lovingly warns them not to allow sin to taint their beliefs, as the religious leaders were doing. And here may be where the problem originated…”they reasoned among themselves”. Well, that is always a danger, but maybe they were hungry and food was the only thing on their minds at the time?

However, we know that’s not what Jesus was talking about. The Lord was warning against leaven, or sin in their lives. He was cautioning his followers not to be like the religious leaders of that time, who knew the law, but didn’t recognize the Truth. He did not want them to allow sin, hypocrisy, complacency, and self-righteousness to hinder them and to influence what he had taught them.

Aren’t we like that, too? How much time do we spend considering the spiritual world? How often do we meditate on the temporal (our physical needs) instead of the eternal (our spiritual needs)? We Christians are always fussing over the food. Some would not even have a prayer time if they didn’t say “grace” before a meal. Then of course, all of our church programs revolve around food. We have a birthday dinner for the preacher, an outdoor BBQ to celebrate the founding of the church, an ice cream social on the 4th of July, VBS snacks, fall festivals, Thanksgiving dinners, and Christmas cookie parties. Sometimes our priorities get so mixed up, like the disciples, we allow our physical needs to take priority over our spiritual needs, or like the Pharisees and Sadducees, we allow some leavening to infiltrate the truth we have learned in God’s word.

Jesus reminded his disciples that they had no need to think about what or when they were going to eat…ever, because he was more than able to provide. He cited the two occasions when he miraculously provided food for thousands of people out of a few loaves of bread—and had leftovers!

Heeding the warning taught by our Lord, we should think less on what is provided for our temporal existence and be careful not to allow leaven in our lives that hinder our spiritual walk.

“Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed?…for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things. But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness…”

Matthew 6:31-33

Have We Cancelled Thanksgiving?

Image of empty Thanksgiving table

Why Should We Celebrate Thanksgiving?

With Black Friday starting on Thursday, and Cyber Monday turning into Cyber Week, the time to celebrate Thanksgiving has almost been lost. Christmas decorations go up before Halloween and Christmas music begins to play shortly after.

Why should we celebrate Thanksgiving, anyway? If we got rid of that day, then the holidays wouldn’t be so crunched. We could go to Halloween parties, pumpkin patches, and trick or treating in October, in store shopping, online shopping and office parties in November, and squeeze in a plethora of gift exchanges in December, without the crunch of a Thanksgiving gathering.

Too Busy to Be Thankful

Well of course, I’m being facetious. Like others, autumn is my favorite time of year. The trees turning shades of yellow, red, and orange; the smells of drying leaves and wood-burning stoves; the sounds of leaves crunching under foot and acorns dropping to the ground; there’s even something about the cool bite of the autumn air early in the morning that brings a feeling of nostalgia. I must have had a wonderful childhood (Thanks Mom and Dad!).

But why must we rush through the celebration of Thanksgiving? Is it because we don’t care anymore about America’s history? Are we too busy to sit down with family and friends to enjoy a feast? It seems that all the holiday rush is overshadowing Thanksgiving.

Abundantly Blessed

Taking time to remember where America started and the hardships that our ancestors faced is important, and we should be teaching it to our children always. Taking time to gather as a family and remembering all the great things we have been blessed with is equally important. But Thanksgiving Day should be just that—a day of giving thanks.

We should be giving thanks to God our Creator, who provides all things in abundance to every one of us. If you are an American, you should be thankful for the blessings that you have received merely by your presence in this country. If you are a Christian, you should walk in a thankful spirit always, remembering the grace of God that has separated you from death to life everlasting.

Be Thankful—Psalm 100

Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands. Serve the Lord with gladness: come before his presence with singing. Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name. For the Lord is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations.

36 Years And Counting

Recently my husband (the farmer) and I celebrated our 36th wedding anniversary. Thirty-six years—can that be right? Surely, we haven’t been married for 36 years!

 

It just reminds me how quickly time is racing by, and so in retrospect, I just thought I would reflect on things I would have missed if I had not married a farmer.

 

I would never have known the pleasure of watching an unplanted field go through the process of fruition: seeing the hard, dry ground cut deep with sharp plows and then the rich smell of the damp, dark soil wafting up as it was being turned over and over, making clods of dirt that would soon be drilled with kernels of corn; waiting and watching for that first sign of life, that first green leaf to pop through the dry, crusted ground; and later, as the plants grew to be over six feet tall, looking across the field which would have been mistaken for a green ocean, had each row of plants not been so meticulously straight; and finally, experiencing the smells and sounds of the harvest—crisp cool air, dry crunching leaves, and corn being picked, plucked or shelled.

I would never have known the delight of seeing a calf born in the green grass of spring, of seeing a baby calf nurse for the first time, or hearing him “maaawl” when he wakes from a nap and he can’t find his mama. I would never have sensed the fear of a mama protecting her baby from us when we were just trying to help them out. I would never have been able to sit on the back of a four-wheeler and look across the great span of our pasture and watch our herd of cattle happily graze on a lush paddock of sweet, green grasses.

I would never have known the joy that comes from being called “Mom”, not once but nine times. Each child brought a new enjoyment, but all were pleasantly the same, too. The pleasure of that tiny, warm bundle of softness placed in my arms made my heart melt. I never went anywhere that I didn’t wrap up each child so they looked like a little papoose. And it was a joy to watch them grow; we worked so hard to get them to talk, and without fail their first word was always, “da, da”. Then we taught them to walk, and they began to run on their own. They all went through the terrible twos, the terrifying threes, and the turbulent teens, but (thankfully) have now seemed to emerge as reasonably normal adults.

But most importantly, if I would never have married Ron, I would never have known the gratification of being who I have become. Through our shared experiences, both good and bad, we have both learned many things. The most important lesson is that we should honor God with our lives as individuals, with our marriage as a couple, and with our family as a whole. I have learned the principle that it’s greater to give than to receive, to rejoice with those who rejoice and to cry with those who are sad, and that things go better if we work towards the same goal…making me happy! J

Happy Anniversary, Honey! Here’s to 36 more years, which should be all downhill from here…right?!

Fifty Years In One Night

Now that the dust has settled a little on the past election,

I thought I would just say this one thing. America has definitely changed. We have changed from a nation of “makers” to a nation of “takers”. We’ve gained a sense of entitlement, in which we believe that everyone should have everything, without working for it. We’ve swallowed the lie that it is the government’s responsibility to provide for us. Our nation was designed to grow by the strengths of individuals, by the individual’s right to pursue life, liberty and happiness. The government’s job is to protect us from foreign threats – it really was not instituted to oversee or administer in the realm of business, education, or healthcare – see Constitution.

 

Fifty years ago,

Americans could go to their local grocery store, clothing store, and hardware store, which were owned by local people who hired local residents. Every family had one dad and one mom and the kids belonged to both of them. Killing someone was illegal—in and out of the womb. Obscenity was illegal, dope was illegal, and both were shunned from public display. Americans went to school and then maybe to college, if they could afford it. You got a job, and then a better job, and if you couldn’t get a job, you started a business and gave others a job.

 

But what about the next 50 years?

I’m afraid that we have swallowed the lie produced by the government. The lie that tells us that Uncle Sam will take care of us from the cradle to the grave. The government began to take care of us, and now we expect it. Most Americans (as proven in the last election) expect the government to pay for education, support everyone who loses their job, and subsidize families that aren’t making as much money as they think they need. Unfortunately, the government does not make their own money. Either they have to get it from taxes, which we all end up paying, or they borrow it from a foreign country, which our grandchildren and our great-grandchildren will end up paying for.

 

A Voice from the Past

The prediction of Alexis de Tocqueville (a French historian from the 1800’s) seems to have come true: “The American Republic will endure until the day Congress discovers that it can bribe the public with the public’s money.”

 

That handout you’re getting from Uncle Sam comes with a price that will be too high to pay back.

Election 2012

Election 2012

 

Super Bowl for Political Junkies

What an exciting time in America’s history! We are about to vote for our next President of the United States of America! This is like the Super Bowl for political junkies like me. Does that describe you? As political junkies, we planned our whole summer around the Primaries, which led up to the opportunity to cast our vote for our Presidential candidate. Then came the back and forth between President Obama and Governor Romney. Daily we watched the political news, fast-forwarding through the day-to-day events just to catch a sound bite or an intelligent assessment given by some expert of the man we chose for our party’s nomination.

 

My husband and I planned “date” nights around the four final debates, and I recorded them so I could watch them a second (and sometimes a third) time. [This is where you insert “she is crazy!”] But I like to make up my own mind. I don’t want to be told that President Obama said this or that Governor Romney seemed this way or that way.

 

A Country Divided

Now there is only seven days left—seven days!—until we elect our next President. As expected tensions are high on both sides, political commercials are flooding our TV programs, junk mail is filling up our mailboxes, and unfortunately, most of our country is divided into two very intolerant groups of people.

 

I’ve been on social media and face-to-face with people who are adamant about not getting along with someone else because of their political association. And it’s on both sides. Republicans and Democrats are disrespectful, condescending, intolerant, and even vicious at times because someone will not be voting for their approved candidate.

 

Historical Facts

One of the things that have always made America strong is our freedom of speech. If you get up and say that the sky is yellow, you will be wrong, but you have the right to say it—and I have the right to disagree with you. But morally, I don’t have the right to hate you because you are a believer of “the yellow sky”.

 

I do however have a right to voice my opinion and try to convince others to be a “blue skyer” instead of a “yellow skyer”. Not by hating them, but by using the facts…facts that I have studied out and learned about, and am a witness to. There is another way to prove my point also, by history. Historically the sky has been blue. Sometimes pink when the sun is setting, sometimes gray when a storm blows in, and sometimes green when a tornado is about to pass, but historically, when the sky is clear it has always been blue.

 

The candidates and their respective minions continually spout off things that they are equipped to do for our country. Back and forth…going to raise taxes on the rich, going to decrease taxes on the poor, going to provide healthcare, going to fix Medicare, going to decrease the budget, going to balance the books..blah..blah..blah..yadda..yadda..yadda.

 

We can’t really believe everything they say, because a lot of it is hypothetical. And we need to realize that they are not running for “King” of the United States, so they will have to play nice with others (the Congress) in order to get anything done.

 

Now that we’ve heard all of the debates, all of the talking points, all of the commercials, and all of the spin, let’s look at the history of the candidates. As I’m writing this I have two editorials on either side of me, respectfully positioned: on my left a Democrat backed paper that we received from the union and on my right a Republican backed paper we received from our church. And although they both claim to be unbiased (they’re just reporting the truth…right…) I’m only going to use the points that each side believes is positive for their candidate.

 

Historically, President Obama has been a lawyer, a Senator, and a President.

  • As of July, he is averaging +0.84% annual job growth in his term
  • He passed the Affordable Care Act (Obamacare)
  • He passed the Making Home Affordable program
  • He has doubled investments in Pell Grants
  • His stimulus package includes $100 billion for education
  • In May 2012, he said his belief is that same-sex couples should be allowed to marry
  • He is pro-choice

 

Historically, Governor Romney has been a missionary, a businessman, and a Governor.

  • He led Bain & Company out of financial crisis
  • He organized and led the 2002 Olympics to financial success
  • He reformed the state’s health care program when he was governor of Massachusetts
  • He presided over the elimination of a projected $1.2-1.5 billion deficit through a combination of spending cuts, increased fees, and the closure of corporate tax loopholes
  • In 2006, he urged the U.S. Senate to vote in favor of the Federal Marriage Amendment
  • He is pro-life

The United States of America

So…chose your president. And whichever man wins, we as Americans, should “unite” behind him. Don’t be a sore loser and take your ball and go home. We don’t have to support his policies, and if he doesn’t keep his promises, the next time we get the opportunity we’ll vote him out. Together we are The United States of America…oh sure we have different parties and different opinions, and different ways of doing things, but that’s what makes us unique. We need to discuss, debate, and argue our beliefs, but at the end, we need to unite. …Don’t allow race, religion, or some commercial to decide your vote, dig out the history of these men and make up your own mind. And play nice…

 

A Voice from the Past

Just to finish, I was reading a small article about the past Presidents and I found an endearing quote from John Adams. In 1800, President Adams, from the unfinished rooms of the nation’s Capitol City, wrote his wife, “Before I end my letter, I pray Heaven to bestow the best of Blessings on this House and all that shall hereafter inhabit it. May not but honest and wise Men ever rule under this roof.”

 

 

 

http://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents

What Say You?

Who Do You Say Jesus Is?

My faith is the most important aspect of my life. At age twenty-one, I accepted God’s provision for my sin debt and made Jesus Christ the Lord and Savior of my life and soul. From that point on, I have never looked back nor have I ever regretted my decision. Jesus is my Redeemer.

 

One of my favorite episodes in the Bible is found in Mark 8. Jesus asked his disciples a very important question–“Who do men say that I am?”

 

The disciples gave various answers, “Some say John the Baptist, others say Elijah, and some say you are one of the prophets”.

 

Jesus then asked the most important question, “But who do you say that I am?”

 

What a great question! What a great way to make it personal. Jesus is not interested in hearing our theology of –anything–, he wants to know what you think, what you believe.

 

Who do you say Jesus is?

That’s a personal question; one that is answered in your heart—in the deepest part of your being. It’s an answer that, no matter what your words say to others, your answer will be known at the end of time (at the end of your time here on earth).

 

Who do you say Jesus is?

Peter answered the Lord rightly when he said, “Thou art the Christ”. The Bible says he is the Son of God, The Everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace, The Bright and Morning Star, The Lion of Judah and The Lamb of God; He is the Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End. He has been given a name above all names, and that all will eventually bow before him. His name is Jesus, the only begotten of the Heavenly Father. He is our Mediator, the Rock of our Salvation, and the propitiation for our sins.

 

Who do you say Jesus is?

Jesus said of Himself, “I am the Way, the Truth and the Life; no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.”

 

Who do you say Jesus is?

 

Mark 8:34 says that Jesus called his disciples and the people who were with them together, and said, “Whosoever will come after me, let him take up his cross, and follow me. For whosoever shall save his life shall lose it; but whosoever shall lose his life for my sake and the gospel’s, the same shall save it. For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?”

 

So what say you? Who do you say Jesus is?