Sunday, September 26, 2010

Bold Love

I've been reading a book called "Bold Love" by Dr. Dan B. Allender and Dr. Tremper Longman III. I think I've alluded to it before possibly. The thing that has been sticking out to me this week is in a chapter called "Hungering for Restoration". Allow me to quote a few things that have stuck out to me.

"To forgive another means to cancel the debt of what is owed in order to provide a door of opportunity for repentance and restoration of the broken relationship"

"Biblical forgiveness is never unconditional and one-sided. It is not letting others go off scot-free, "forgiven," and enabled to do harm again without any consequence. Instead forgiveness is an invitation to reconciliation, not the blind, cheap granting of it."

"Forgiveness involves a heart that cancels the debt but does not lend new money until repentance occurs. A forgiving heart opens the door to any who knock. But entry into that home (that is, the heart) does not occur until the muddy shoes and dirty coat have been taken off. the offender must repent if true intimacy and reconciliation are ever to take place. That means that cheap forgiveness - peace at any cost that sacrifices honesty, integrity, and passion - is not true forgiveness."

But along with all that is a deep hunger to see the person who offended you repent so that reconciliation can occur. I think it is very easy to say you forgive someone for a wrong done against you, but then go and ignore the person whenever possible instead of actively seeking reconciliation with that person. I can't say it as good as the authors say it: "Forgiveness is far more than a business transaction; it is the sacrifice o a heartbroken Father who weeps over the loss of His child and longs to see the child restored to life and love and goodness. Forgiveness always involves the strongest emotions of the soul. It always beats with a fervor for the offender and the relationship to be restored to beauty. "

Along a little different trail, but in the same chapter, it talked about a man who had been a compulsive eater, hooked on porn and codependent in relationships. His one goal in life was to be free of the struggle with the temptations. But once he began to really look at the deeper issues of life, he came face to face with his hatred of God and other things came to light and he began to desire much more. "Joining a far more important crusade than symptom resolution brought about an ennobling passion that made the passion for pornography, food, and codependent relationships look pale in contrast. No one will leave an addiction or compulsion unless a competing passion is offered that gives a taste of what the soul was meant to enjoy. Only heaven with the beauty of restoration is a big enough passion to draw us away from the petty distractions and cheap addictions of this sorry world."

That really caught me this morning when I read that. What am I truly passionate about? Is my passion heaven, or am I sidelined by the busyness of life, my hobbies, my job, my dreams? What really is driving my life?

So there you have a little of what I want to inspire me in the coming week.

Hope everyone has a lovely week.

Saturday, September 25, 2010


The sun is shining, the sun is shining. The sun is a beautiful thing!!!! After about 5 3/4 inches of rain, the sun is a welcome treat. Life just looks so much better when the sun is shining and when your man is home.

D went for an overnight primitive camping trip. I stayed home and did things that I used to do, like stay up really, really late and then sleep in really, really, really late. It was great, but it is also very great to have D back home again. It's weird how it works. I used to get along just fine by myself, bragged about it really and now I love having my husband at home. I will admit though I do enjoy the occasional evening at home by myself. Last night all the "widow" ladies got together for supper. I went, but I would have been just as content at home by myself. Besides they all were mom with at least 3 children, most of them have 6 children, so it was a little out of my league. And I dont like coming home after dark that much with stuff to bring in from the car. I know I am a chicken about the dark. I came home, lit some candles, heated a partial cup of coffee and snuggled down on the couch with a book and blankets and read the night away. Yes, I can still sleep by myself and no I don't need to go to somebody else's house to sleep. I don't care that others did; I'm sure if my close friends were around it would have been a complete blast to do it. Thinking about it--we should do that sometime. Get out all the junk food and pop and talk and laugh until the sunrise.

So saying all that in a very disjointed and complex paragraph, I should get back to working on my stuff for weight loss and healthy eating. I don't suppose the junk food and pop will have any play in my studying, huh. Even though I am drinking a pop, but it is a diet soda to be sure.

I better go; I was planning to take a break from typing as my hands and wrists get tired, and this blogging didn't help matters at all

So long. Go enjoy the sunshine; one never knows how long it will last.

Thursday, September 23, 2010


I try to be a fairly upbeat person, but when I come out to the kitchen at 5:00 in the morning and step in a puddle of water that is running in a straight line clear across my kitchen and can be traced under the freezer and then turns and goes along the trim to the door. If you lift the rug, you will find a well soaked and soppy floor. Oh and the newspaper that the tomatoes are laying on has the well-sogged look of wet newspaper. Then we go outside and our ditch is clear full of water and running down into the next ditch, which is running into the next ditch and so on until it reaches the culvert where it runs under the road. The area outside the door of the calf barn is a pool of water which requires strategic arrangement of the door, the truck door and the feet to prevent a foot soaking.

Fast forward an hour and a half: we are returning from chores; the water has gone down considerably in the ditches, but alas a peak into the barn shows the poor calves are up to their shins in water. Now, I don't really know where the shins are on a calf, but you get the idea. But the fans had dried off the floor nicely and all things proceeded as they had been from the beginning of....whenever.

The rain gauge said 3 and 3/4 inches and the rain continues to fall; an estimated 2 and 1/2 inches for today. I am thinking of putting pontoon wheels under the trailer, but I am not sure if we will get flooded out by the water rising so high or by it coming in at all conceivable crevices. To make it worse, I am still harboring this secret fear that I will wake up one morning under the trailer due to the floor completely rotting through under my bed. It wouldn't be so bad if there wouldn't be mice under the trailer. There are a few less than there had been, because they have been venturing up to the upside of the floor and getting their noses caught in some very efficient peanut butter traps. I think that ends the journey for all good mice; at least I haven't seen any further evidence of them.

I was going to clean house this evening; I still must clean up my poor kitchen floor that has a rug turned upside down on it, but I may chicken out and just nestle up with a book in a corner somewhere. Or maybe I will be industious. Who will know?

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Labor Day Weekend and Beyond

I'm not sure why this picture was taken, except maybe to show the clutter on the floor. We always keep leaves on our rugs. It gives the house more of an outdoorsy look!!
Grandpa helping Ryan feed a calf the bottle. Ryan was very excited about feeding calves. He still remembers a little calf we had over a year ago that we had called Mikey.

He has no fear. I'm sorry, there are lots of pics of Ryan. Blame Katrina, I got them off of her camera. I guess when you are little and cute and excited about life, you get lots of pics taken.

Ross' version of helping with chores. He was busy combining corn. Shelling, that is the word I want. I couldn't think what the word was for getting the corn off the husk.

Ryan seeing what some field corn tastes like. He soon gave that up; someone combined the corn and on the way home, they had fun throwing corn kernels at people.

Headed out on a walk. Almost everyone walked down Sunday evening to where we were choring.

Ryan bonding with Jax. Him and Roxanne really liked the animals. He tried to straighten Jax's tail, but it didn't work so well for him. Sorry Ryan, his tail is still curly.

This is Veronica. She did a lot of that. The fly swatter is also significant in that we were overtaken by flies in the house and so a good bit of swatting went on.

Well, I'm back. I haven't been posting very much lately. Maybe the newness has worn off or I just haven't felt like blogging. Possibly a combination of both. I was going to post some pictures of our Labor Day Weekend family get together, but the computer is rebelling against downloading the pictures. I suppose about the time I have this all written, the pictures will download at any crazy old spot. Well know this, that I will not rewrite this and so if pictures are all weird and out of order, that's why.
We had a good Labor Day. My parents and oldest sister and her family came down. It was a good time. Just relaxed, ate food, did chores and then Monday, the females went shopping. Unfortunately because it was a holiday not all of the stores were open. We didn't make it to the great St. Vincent's; however I went there today and got a lot of books for a few bucks. I said this for the benefit of my nieces in case they read this that they will then despair on what we missed out on. I don't have a lot more to say about the weekend, as I was hoping the pictures would help tell the story. Let me check on the progress, or lack there of of uploading or downloading or whatever kind of loading or unloading these pictures are trying to do.

This week, my big nephew, R stayed down to help D on the farm with some calfly chores. It was fun to have my nephew around. It seems weird that he is so old and even mature. He's having a great weekend, so I think that made up for some of the blood and guts and manure of the week.
Yeah, I got to chase calves last night. It was a real treat. This time, I was at least somewhat presentable. The silly little things were headed down the road to the hayfield. Thankfully, they were fairly easily coralled and stuffed back into their pen. Earlier this week, I came home to see some calves in the yard and a few looking out the feed room door window at me. That's weird to see that. They trashed the feedroom, but R came to the rescue and graciously cleaned it up. We think he should move down here.

So, our weight loss group goes official on Tuesday. I'm a little nervous about it all. I know nothing about these kinds of things and what do I think I'm doing trying to run one. So Kerra and I will give it our best effort and see if the pounds come sliding off.

Well, I see at least one picture came through when I redid it. We will see where the rest go and if they will come through as well. So the pictures came through, but exactly backwards so far. Let's try a few more.

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