The ladies at Triple Scent Candles have graciously provided a giveaway you won’t want to miss out on. It’s my desire to fill your Christmas gift list with goodies between now and the holidays.

I love to give gifts and this is one small way I can do that. Plus, I only want to give gifts that I would love to have!! We’re continually burning one of these around our house.

This month’s giveaway is a mid-sized, ‘linen’ scent in a decorative, glass container. You will savor the smell of these great candles that literally burn all the way through.

If you live in the DFW area – it’s worth a trip to this quaint little shop to take in the aroma and see, first hand, the quality of their gift items. They offer the cutest jewelry around and the most lovely decorative crosses I have ever seen. Come and see for yourself. It’s not just a candle store.

The winner will be selected by a random generator. I’ll contact you through your e-mail and will mail your gift to your house! Easy!! The more times you enter – the greater chance you have of winning and you DO NOT have to be a blogger to enter.

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In continuing my life’s story with Mommy’s Piggy Tales -

After a rough beginning in Jr High, I needed a fresh start. My parents found just the house they wanted and we moved to the other side of town. When your town is mid-sized, that can make all the difference. We had no way of keeping up (like kids do now) and old ties were cut. So, for my ‘cool friends’ this meant ‘out of sight – out of mind.’

Mom began a job at an elite shoe store in town (The Bootery). She worked in the office and regularly brought home the latest and greatest styles. Talk about fun!

A few days before school started – she came into my room and asked if I’d like to go shop at Sears, JC Penny’s, Montgomery Wards … Grigsby’s Rag Doll!! {The boutique that served Dr. Pepper while you shopped and all the High School cheerleaders worked there} *sigh* Seeing the look of shock on my face – she asked, ‘Isn’t that where all the girls like to shop?’ Now, Mom wasn’t an ‘everyone’s doing it’ kind of parent – so this was a moment to savor. Also, she didn’t mean ‘someday’ – we got in the car and went right then! I still remember the houndstooth pants with the tiny belt; the blouse with oversized collar and puffed sleeves; and the v-neck, navy sweater with a parrot on the front. {Don’t laugh – it was waaaay cool} Mostly, I remember our time together. This was the fresh start I’d longed for.

The first day of school I was passed a note during Mrs. Purdy’s Science class. It said something like, ‘I see you’re new – my name’s Kathy – you want to be my friend?‘ That day, a little girl with big glasses, long hair and a kind smile became my bossom buddy. My lonely days were gone! {BTW – Kathy and I are still friends to this day}

I joined choir and was privileged to be in the midst of fine leaders and a well developed choral program. We did well in competition and this favored activity brought school trips and countless rehearsals. Our closing song was, “The Lord Bless You and Keep You”. This song would come to mean a great deal to me.

Come 9th grade – I even tried out for cheerleader – even though it was determined by popular vote. I was stunned to be a finalist! The top 5 became cheerleaders – the bottom 5 were the school’s ‘Banner Squad’. Which meant back to Grisby’s Rag Doll to buy those white, patten leather loafers that went with our ‘uniform’.

No, it wasn’t all about clothes {I don’t think} but it WAS about self expression. Dressing fashionably could show others that I was different – I so wanted to stand out.  I guess I did.

This new school had a student body of mixed ethnic proportions. In West Texas, during the 1970′s, that meant racial tensions from both sides. I learned to endure threats due to my color. It was ‘cool’ to be tough and tough I was not! I liked my hair, curled just so and my fingernails painted … ‘prissy’ I was called. The name calling didn’t make me want to change – I just found it confusing. So I learned to avoid the pockets of students who would tease and threat. The teachers were no help – they were obviously afraid of the aggression too. You just had to ‘be there’ to understand the dynamics. Society has changed a great deal and conflicts like these are the rare exception.

My years of Jr High (8th & 9th grade) ended with … a boyfriend. I was ready to settle in for the long haul with him, my friends and the new life we’d made. But, the summer of 1973 brought – you guessed it – another move. This time we would leave our roots for good. The saga continues …

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Romans 12:2 – 3 “Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.”

Stop a moment and look around. We all feel it, hear it, see it, smell it … the culture around us. It seems to be decaying at an accelerated pace, right before our eyes! Once we saw the decline of society only in retrospect – now we watch it in 3-D {literally} and face the consequences in living color.

What’s a mom to do? Run for the hills? Lock the doors? Hammer into our children’s minds the differences between good and evil? Turn OFF the TV? Worry, fret … pray?! … Relax – this is NOT a trick question. There is no simple, direct answer to the dilemma of culture shock.

As a mom I would like to see this out of control world subdued so that my children can live in peace and safety. But, God’s ways are higher than mine. He works from within as well as from without. Our God changes the heart and navigates lives – turning the tide of culture and ultimately advancing His Kingdom.

Meanwhile, ‘back at the ranch’ {just kidding – we live in the ‘burbs’}, I have choices to make – daily. Because, the world that influences my children the most is in our home. It’s my hope to create an atmosphere of comfort, nurture and growth in our home. This involves everything from sights, sounds, texture, smells and attitudes {starting with mine!}.

The spirit of our homes and the details of daily living create a culture that offers so much more than the world can deliver. I want to give my kids a higher road to build their lives upon, a reason to live above the norm.

As Paul exhorted the Roman church, likewise we can prove to our families what is “good and acceptable and perfect” - in God’s eyes.

Why so much fuss over home-life? There’s a two-fold reason. One is to preserve this present generation from the unthinkable ways of the world; the other is to equip them to go out and preserve the culture, themselves. Perpetuating goodness.

For we are not better than those around us – but we DO have the answers and can show the way. “Christ in us” is the only hope of glory this side of heaven.

James 1:27 - “Pure and undefiled religion before God and the Father is this: go visit orphans and widows in their trouble, and to keep oneself unspotted from the world.”

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In a house of 11 people, where something’s always cooking and laundry is plentiful  - I feel it’s important to have a quiet place. A place to think, observe, practice and work hard. I appreciate having a school room to devote to learning - we’ve not always had the privilege.

Sometimes it’s a wreck of papers, puzzles, artwork and debris. Then there are times when it’s carefully set with notebooks, pencils and it seems like a spirit of unity – is hovering. This room serves as a home library and music room to boot. When school’s in session you’d think our old piano was a ‘player’. – rarely ceasing to rest. (I love it!)

On most days I think of this room as just another spot to dust; another table to dump the laundry on; another room to vacuum … until I stop and remember. In our school rooms through the years our little ones have learned to read, history has come alive, handwriting mastered (or not) and the piano explored and conquered. On the practical side, I have no record of how many mock debates have gone on in this small space. Then, I realize, it’s not just another room. This quiet place has been the training ground for our kids. I keep a framed picture of each graduate (5 now) who have come through the ranks of our unassuming classrooms.

I love this place and have worked hard through the years to make and remake it into a place where leaning is cultivated and hearts are turned to the Lord and to one another.

I told you about how I got ‘hooked’ on blogging. Well, this year I’m jumping into the mix and joining Heart of the Matter for the ‘NOT Back to School Blog Hop’. In case you’ve missed it – a gazillion home educators from cyberspace place a permalink to their blog post at Heart of the Matter. Then, hop from home to home exploring the details of schoolrooms from everywhere. Brilliant, huh? (Thanks Darcy) If you’re a blogger – jump in! I love seeing how other moms do this – I don’t get out much.

I’ve also linked with Works for Me Wednesday!

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7th grade was a defining moment for me.

At 12-13, all kids shift gears (so to speak) and move into a whole new realm of learning. At this age, one begins to connect the ‘dots’ of life. You no longer just learn things – all of the sudden – you KNOW things. The lights go on and you begin to look around with a new level of understanding.

Sometimes what you ‘know’ and what you ‘see’ – don’t match up too well…

This describes my feelings as I walked onto the campus of Jr High School – decked out in my jeans. (We could wear pants now which took self expression to a whole new level) The maze of classrooms and sea of students was mesmerizing.

At this time, Janice Joplin was blaring on the radio and the war in Vietnam was raging over seas. Young people needed grounding and direction amidst the turmoil. I wasn’t going to find it here, something in me knew that.

Adding up the consequences of my short life, I came to the conclusion that I wasn’t special. (I never was good at math) Life’s equation gave me the impression that others were more loved, cared for and … pretty. This school was more affluent and the differences were glaring. But, it wasn’t about money – it was about being accepted – or even noticed. I felt invisible.

As a ‘late bloomer’ I slipped under the radar for boys. (In retrospect, this was God’s protection) I didn’t really want a boyfriend – I just wanted to be accepted. The moral crowd was a mixture of accomplishment and possessions. I didn’t have either one. My faith gave me a desire to be good – it seemed to be in the fiber of my being. I wanted to please  my parents and be popular. In short, I wanted to be Marsha Brady!!

I remember the day, I decided on Plan B and joined forces with the ‘cool’ crowd. These kids were accepting and wanted me. I thought, “Why not?”. No one else was asking … So, I took a deep breath and said ‘yes’ to their ways. I didn’t want the cigarette (required symbol of ‘coolness’) but took it with gusto. Almost like an initiation, I accepted their creed of ethics: cursing, complaining about parents, avoiding school books and Carol King music. (A pretty harmless gang)

My parents separated again and Mom’s sister came to live with us while her husband served in Vietnam. She was a divine distraction and Mom’s closest friend. We laughed and played together, cooked and enjoyed the life we shared together. Her smile made it fun to come home.

Girl Scouts were no longer ‘cool’ and I missed them. My aunt Jimmie Kay (on Dad’s side) had observed my artwork and provided private lessons for me! This was a highlight in my world of survival.

But, ‘bad company corrupts’ and evil does not stand still. I had attached myself to a young girl that was ‘trouble’ for me. Her socialite mom was working and we had access to the house, food, entertainment and any ‘friends’ we could conjure up. I thank the Lord we lived in such protection – no Internet, Cable TV, cell phones – Oh, the trouble we could have found! However, I did learn to lie and cheat and tune out my mother …

I was fading fast and wanted OUT of this imitation rebellion. So close to the ‘wild side’, I had received a fast education in sin. I heard stories that shock me to this day from kids who didn’t value their bodies or lives. It made me sad, but I had to keep a poker face to stay with my ‘cool’ friends.

God used this time to teach me how it feels to be lost and alone. Although my outside was tough, inside I was hurting and I could not go on this way. Deep down I wanted to help others and be liked. I wanted to wake up from this bad dream.

The ‘alarm’ sounded once school was out. Summer had brought, yet another MOVE. This one was a welcomed relief! I had a chance at a fresh start – the answer to my heart’s cry.

*The moral of this story is – when you see a young girl in rebellion, she may be hoping to be rescued!

I’m continuing my life story with Mommy’s Piggy Tales.

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This is how I got ‘hooked’ on blogging.

In my late 40′s when the babies had grown to toddlers and beyond; when the sandman ‘finally’ came to our home every night to minister sleep; and not a creature was stirring all through the house – I found myself … AWAKE.

After the pity party was over, I reluctantly accepted this as a temporary lifestyle. I took the advice of others {like THAT worked} and cleaned the house in the middle of the night. I found this … exhausting. Then, I tried the Christian {and not so Christian} late night TV circuit. I memorized the late night news shows and watched with intensity. {even THAT didn’t put me to sleep!}

THEN, I stopped long enough to ask myself what I would like to do with my *bonus* time in the middle of the night. {novel thought, huh?} As I pondered my own question, I took a long look at the lonely, home computer resting quietly in the dark. I brewed some Sleepytime Tea, {which didn’t work either} settled in with a comfy blanket, and began to Google every GOOD thing I could think of.

In the stillness of the night, amidst the deafening silence, I could hear my own thoughts. I followed them like a child on a scavenger hunt and my questions led me to blog after blog …

I sat amazed, and humbled, to find moms – literally everywhere – displaying their days work and hearts desires. Their deepest prayers, creative ideas and  trail of life’s ups and downs decorated the virtual pages and jumped out at the listening, reader.

I was comforted and challenged in the evidence that the family is alive and well.

The ‘at large’ community of wives, mothers and dedicated believers has a resounding voice online. I found myself wanting to join this chorus and jump into the conversation. I wanted to raise my hand and say, “me too”! I wanted to cheer the young moms on and encourage the older ones to not ‘grow weary in well doing’.

While scouring the Internet in the wee hours, I landed on one site again and again and admired her work. In creating this blog I was blessed to work with Darcy @ My 3 Boybarians in taking my idea to fruition.

It was her August {Not}Back-to-School Bloghop that got me hooked! This time last year, I toured countless homeschool rooms with more creative ideas than I could imagine! Inspired by these posts, I found the courage to tackle our own schoolroom. The ideas, from moms I’ll never meet, gave me answers to my decorating and organizing dilemma. And it was so easy!

This years {Not} Back-to-School Bloghop is hosted by Heart of the Matter. Go there and take in the wisdom, energy and ideas of mothers from all over. This August challenge will cover everything from curriculum choices to school pictures. I guarantee you will be inspired! But I must warn you … you might get hooked!

Congrats to Susan  - she won the coffee giveaway!! Thanks to all who participated. I’ll offer a new one next week.

I’m joining We are THAT family for Works for Me Wednesday.

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5th and 6th grade were awkward years for me – for a myriad of reasons. The 1970′s were here and everything around us began to change. Since change never has been my ‘thing’ – I wasn’t feeling too groovy at that point.

My parents got back together and officially remarried. Mom, my little brother and I had spent the summer at her parents – which had been a good place for us. Once Dad came to get us, we returned to our West Texas roots and settled into our original ‘hometown’. Although our family was reunited it was different and we would never be the same as before. For my parents – I’m sure it was complicated - for me as a ‘tween’ it was … awkward.

This move meant starting over, so we rented a duplex located within walking distance of an elementary school. During my 5th grade year, I found this old fashioned school to be a safe place to learn and grow. Texas was familiar turf for me, and my teacher was kind. She brought out the little artist in us all. My drawing began to shine, we even put on plays and made paper mache’ volcanoes.

I joined the choir – which was my ‘happy place’. Singing brought me comfort and joy as we sang songs like, ‘Up – Up and Away – in my Beautiful Balloon’ and ‘Let the Sun Shine’. Mom’s family sang in good times and hard times – so this was a natural outlet for me.

The Jesus movement sought to teach the ‘whole word to sing – in perfect harmony’ – while men were dying in Vietnam and racial unrest was brewing like a volcano threatening to erupt. Culture sent mixed messages of LOVE and death.

Meanwhile, fashions were a FUN distraction!! Patten leather boots, shag-suede purses, Indian headbands, mini skirts and maxi coats. All these seemed to soften the harsh world around us. I tried them all and found an identity, of sorts, in being on the edge of this new world.

Once the hot, Texas summer came, it brought yet another move for our fragile family. This move took us to the ‘other’ side of town. There were railroad tracks through the center of town that literally separated  the north and south sides, socially and geographically. We moved to the ‘better’ part of town which landed me in a nice, newer school for the 6th grade. I had an older man for a teacher {awkward} and the boys began to tease me.

I don’t remember making friends much that year. {awkward} I think my ‘new friend’ graces were wearing thin. I’m really an introvert and find it painful to visit with strangers. However, once I know you – watch out – I’ll talk your ear off. Some things have not changed.

My new found faith was a deposit in my soul that I would draw from later on. My parents didn’t attend church so I missed out on spiritual training and social graces that my peers knew. {also awkward}

My story is to be continued … I promise it gets better … as I join other bloggers with Mommy’s Piggy Tales. To see previous entries – click ‘My Story’ in the categories to the right.

Remember to leave a comment on the Give-Away post for free, gourmet coffee!!

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She’s not just ANY 17 yr old – she’s our ‘baby‘ girl and officially the ‘middle‘ child in our family. We figure the ‘baby girl‘ part makes up for the ‘middle child‘ position. As #6 – Victoria is sandwiched in the middle of a bunch of brothers –  and this ‘girly-girl’ has learned to hold her own.

She’s had the example of her older sisters to follow and the protection of older brothers – sometimes more than she’d like. Victoria has grown up in the ‘middle’ and that’s been a good place for her. She has the option, on any given day, of being ‘older‘ or ‘younger‘ – it’s her choice. She can hang out with older guys or enjoy the simple life of the younger ones. She’s privy to tutoring in debate from ‘above’ and hugs with adoration from ‘below’.

Being in a big family has worked the opposite of what one would think. For example, we’ve been celebrating this birthday for days! She had a party with 20 + of her closest friends who came dressed as celebrities or historical figures. That was ONE FUN party!!

She landed a cell phone for the big day – her Dad surprised her. She’s had breakfast with Grandma, dinner with friends and shopping privileges.

I refuse to be sad (beyond reason) that these 17 years have passed. Her Dad & I have enjoyed every day of parenting this daughter of ours, and invested them to the best of our ability. Her name means ‘victory’ and that what’s she brings to those around her.

“And this is my prayer:

that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight, so that you may be able to discern what is best and may be pure and blameless until the day of Christ, filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ—to the glory and praise of God.”

Phillipians 1:9-11

Thank you, Priscilla {big sis} for the great pictures!

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This post is linked with Sweet Shot Tuesday & Works for Me Wednesday!

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I’m hosting my first giveaway. I hope to do this on a regular basis.

I LOVE giving things away – it’s good for the soul. Don’t you just smile once you drop off goodies at a charitable organization? Or give just the right gift to someone you love? We won’t mention Christmas …

I also LOVE to tell others about a shopping find like this one. Holy Grounds is a local Christian bookstore – privately owned and stocked with rare finds. I stumbled into this haven and found myself lost in a wonderland of beautiful decor; rich books; unique, handmade jewelry amidst the smell of gourmet coffee waffling through the air. See what I mean? Now I LOOK for opportunities to return.

Holy Grounds has donated a lovely mug and 1 pound of gourmet coffee (not the discount kind). Once the winner is chosen – I will announce who won, contact you personally and send your coffee in the mail!

Take advantage of this great deal in 3 ways!

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Offer closes Monday, August 2nd. I send your names through a generator and the winner is chosen by computer. Each time you comment – your name is added!! You have up to 3 opportunities.

I’ve won giveaways from Passionate Homemaking & Raising Olives. Nice gifts were delivered to my doorstep – just for commenting.

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On the last day of school, in 4th grade, my Mom came to get me … alone. During the drive home she explained to me  - in the best words she could find – that we would be moving … again. But, this move would be different than before … because we would be leaving my Father behind.

She went on to explain about ‘two people’ and ‘love’ but my attention span had been spent at that point. I still remember the visual scenes as we drove the familiar path. Time stood still for me as a little girl.

She explained our plans to visit my Grandparents in Texas. That shed a new light on things for me. Her parents and their house full of kids (Mom was an older child in a large family) were my favorite people! The idea of seeing our relatives in Texas was overwhelming, in a good way. The thought of leaving my Dad … well, I had no frame of reference for that information. I felt pulled. I had to conclude that if Mom felt it was alright – then I should, as well.

In short order we left Arizona on a BUS for Texas. The bus ride was long and an adventure I still recall. The smells, sounds, sights and feelings were healing balm for my uncertain soul. In those days bus rides were more elegant than now, more like a train ride is today. I’ve always been one for an adventure – this might explain our family size.

As we exited the bus in … Timbuktu … my Grandfather’s face is the first thing I saw. I loved this man. He was stable and kind. I would spend the summer in his home and learn of his ways.

One of my Grandfather’s ‘ways’ – was church. If we were in his home – we went to church, every Sunday. It was in these summer services that I heard the gospel – week by week. As the sting of being without my Father would settle in, the comfort of knowing my Heavenly Father would settle in, as well.

My Grandfather led the music at church and I loved it when he sang. He wasn’t a performer, but a worshipper. We’d sing at home and stop everything when he took out the guitar.  When we sang, ‘I come to the Garden’ and ‘Just as I Am’, in my young mind, I translated the ‘I’ in the songs = ‘me’ in my pew. During this summer, faith was birthed in my heart and I was ruined for the ordinary, because I knew – that I knew – the love of an Almighty God who saved me and was watching over … even me.

Why should I feel discouraged,
Why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely
And long for Heav’n and home,
When Jesus is my portion?
My constant Friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.

I’m continuing my story with Mommy’s Piggy Tales.

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My husband maintains our vehicles and boy am I glad. If left up to me … I’d tend to run my van into the ground traveling from ‘mission to mission’.

Can you blame me? Who has time to STOP and do preventative care when the car’s running just fine? Not to mention, keep UP with the mileage or walk around and kick the tires? Not me! No, I would wait for the red light reminder to “check engine” and make a mental note to do just that. But, once the car lurches to a screeching halt – now that’s when it gets MY attention.

I often think of our bodies in a similar way. I wonder … “If  YOU were a traveling salesman {traveling by car} how would YOU take care of your vehicle?” Would it be overridden with trash? Would the breaks squeak and the pipe ‘thingy’ in the back bow out smoke? Would it have enough ‘get up and go’ or even pass INSPECTION??

Quite the contrary, your vehicle would reflect your product and be your ONLY means of getting you where you want, and need to – - go. This, little gem, would be pampered {within reason} and  polished. There would be tread on those tires and the AC cooling to capacity. The seats would have a measure of comfort and the there would be GAS IN THE TANK! Regular check-ups? Oh .. yea!

{Stay with me – I’m going somewhere with this – (no pun intended)}

Now, zoom into our lives as busy mothers. We’re all about building our children’s lives and serving our families. That part – we’ve pretty much got down. This is our mission as mothers. But, in the ‘going’ we often forsake the OBVIOUS. The vehicle. {That would be our bodies}

You see – we have this ONE body, given to us at birth and taken from us at death. There is no ‘newer model’ for trade up. One is all we’ve got, 1 set of teeth (hopefully),  one head of hair (optional), 1 face, 1 skeleton … 1 heart. I say ‘we’ get our body – but in essence it’s on loan to us by The Creator.

“Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body.” I Corinthinas 6:19-20

None of us want or plan for complications – down the road. Just like it takes purposeful care early on to have an older vehicle that operates with grace and ease. The same is true for our bodies. Likewise, you can tell when a vehicle’s been taken care of, under the hood as well as the body.

I find it an interesting ‘play on words’ that when driving down the road and we see a well preserved, older car, my boys call it ‘sweet‘ and hubby often calls it ‘a beauty’.

Works for Me Wednesday @ We are THAT Family ~ Tuesday’s Unwrapped @ Chatting at the Sky

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In recording my childhood story, I’m stopping to re-collect the memories. When I look back, I can see the Lord’s hand of mercy in my life – even before I knew His love.

3rd & 4th grade brought new adventure – when Dad took a job out of state. This Texas family {through and through} was headed for Arizona! Flagstaff, that is. I can still remember when we drove into the mountain town. It’s beauty and splendor offset the fear of the unknown.

Family time was our comfort – since my parents had more time for us. The rich natural resources around us became our playing ground. Dad thrived in the out-of-doors and Mom packed a mean picnic lunch. Most every weekend we set out to explore the new world around us, and I loved every minute of it!! We had no church ‘home’ – so weekends were ours for the taking. However, we also had no spiritual roots – which would eventually leave us vulnerable to life’s trials.

The Grand Canyon was only a day trip for us! We hosted family members, as they trickled in to see our new ‘found’ land. I saw native Indians, in their warrior-clad splendor and visited the ‘ruins’ of their cities. Fresh water creeks, brimming with fish, were our swimming pools and mountain trails were our stomping grounds. Invigorating, fresh mountain air would leave my brother and I wanting for more.

We had record breaking snowfall which us kids saw as a winter wonderland deposited in our front yard. For Mom, it was more snow than she would want to remember. Maybe because it lasted until April …

We lived in a wonderful, creaky, old house with a staircase and a fire place! I had an attic room, slanted ceiling and all.

My teachers were exceptional and I prospered in school (a first!). Mrs. Langley read aloud to us in the afternoons (also a first!). My classmates would laugh out loud, when she read ‘Pippie Longstocking’. The next year my teacher taught us to appreciate poetry. My poem entitled ‘Snow‘ (a familiar topic that year) won an award! (another first)

I’m sure all the outings were a great deal of work for Mom and Dad may have had pressures at work. My brother was even suffering physically. But, they kept family time separate from ‘adult’ problems and I thank them for that. In our innocence, my brother and I savored the picnics and outdoor adventures with our family of four. We had no idea the outside world was pressing in on us.

I can still remember the majestic sight of seeing clouds hover within the Grand Canyon from above. My dream vacation, for our family, is to watch our kids see first hand – this indescribable work of our Creator.

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Last year about this time – I bought 2 wrought iron gates at a yard sale for a couple of dollars each! Thrilled with my new ‘find’ I placed them in just the right ‘spots’ – one in front and one in back. I pictured ivy scaling up the gates and gracing our home with that stately look of stability and comfort.

Once the gates were in place, I bought the best English ivy plants I could find, tucked them into the ground and waited. I knew from experience that ivy’s a ‘slow grow’ and the benefits would be a season away – I could wait.

The months went by and the ivies ‘hung out’ (literally) and even survived the bitter winter. Once the sun came out, the vine in front began to sprout – winding up the post in a poetic, dance. In contrast, the vine out back, remained unchanged. Although alive, it seemed … dwarfed.

Come spring, I realized the source of my dilemma. The first vine was planted in full range of the sprinkler system, set to brush the shrubs with a soft spray of nourishment on a consistent basis. The latter vine was placed just outside the reach of life-giving water. Although I’d carefully placed the ivies out of the elements and hand-watered regularly – I’d overlooked the obvious.

This lesson reminds me so much of mothering. We prayerfully place our children’s lives in the best place we know of, plant them where they will prosper and protect them from the harshness of life. We watch and we pray …

Water is life giving – like our words.

But, if our children’s lives are void of encouragement, heavy on works and light on grace – they dwarf, in their souls. In contrast, if we wash them with the water of the word (God’s word) and shower them with words of life – fitly spoken in due season – they grow.

The visible realities of waterless growth – are obvious. The hearty fruit of a well watered plant are as well. We want our children to be, ‘like a well-watered garden’ (Isaiah 58:11). May our words line up with God’s words – so we can give them that opportunity.

“But blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD, whose confidence is in him. He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.” Jeremiah 17:7-8

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This is about giving it your all. Laying down everything you’ve got, 100%, 24/7, and coming up short … Ever had that feeling?

I’m all for goal setting, reaching for the stars, chasing dreams, don’t get me wrong.

But there are times – the moments in life that stop us in our tracks – when time stands still with the harsh realization that ALL we’ve given has come up short.

In this ‘ah-ha’ moment, I feel a smile, deep down inside. Remembering, my works were never meant to be enough. I came into this world ‘short sided’, by God’s loving design. My best is not good enough – my work is limited to the rising and going down of the sun.

All of the sudden, I feel small. I hear the voice of reason – truth once sown into my soul, now calling back to me …

“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”

Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” I Corinthians 12:9-10

Then my ‘inside’ smile makes its way to my outside world.

And I find rest – in The Maker’s design.

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Summer recipes are simple and refreshing.

An all time favorite of ours is fresh mixed berries.

I get a variety of colorful berries, rinse them well in the colander and serve in the prettiest bowl I can find. This guilt-free/gourmet mixture WORKS FOR ME - breakfast, lunch or dinner – over short cake or served alone. Leftovers are NOT a problem when these are served!

IF you want to get fancy, sprinkle powdered sugar on top, add a big plop of Blue Bell Ice Cream or even goat cheese on the side. Whatever works for you.

Summer’s berries are inexpensive and picturesque, especially those from the Farmer’s Market!

This simple, yet elegant, mixture works for me ~ this Wednesday.

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The United States’ Declaration of Independence may well be the most cited yet least read or understood document in American history.

Some have suggested over the years that each responsible U.S. citizen should take the occasion of the Nation’s birthday to read that precious document every year, something like pausing at Thanksgiving to give thanks or at New Year’s to ponder what’s past and ahead. NY Times

The Unanimous Declaration
of the Thirteen United States of America

(Adopted by Congress on July 4, 1776)

When, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and of nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. That to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. That whenever any form of government becomes destructive to these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their safety and happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shown that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such government, and to provide new guards for their future security. –Such has been the patient sufferance of these colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former systems of government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute tyranny over these states.

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I was thrilled when Marci at Overcoming Busy asked me to guest host on her Gather Inspirit blog! Come check out my post on Perpetuating Goodness over on her blog Gather Inspirit. I’m addressing the topic of the decaying culture around us – what’s a mother to do?

Marci helps host this combined website of Christian ladies from various walks of life with a vision to inspire, encourage and uplift. They believe that if we put the Lord first, all other things will fall in place. He will show us the way, as mothers, wives and bloggers.

Their foundational Scripture is “Show me your ways, O LORD, teach me your paths; guide me in your truths and teach me for you are God my savior, and my hope is in you all day long.” Psalms 25:4-5 (NIV)

You can comment over there and here too! I’d love to hear your thoughts!

I’m attending Relevant 2010 {thanks hubby!} I hope to soak it in and pass it on to YOU!

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Second grade was a fresh start. Summer fun had brought divine amnesia to lift the unsettling memories of first grade. Isn’t it like summer to set us at ease and heal the mind? Play is therapy for a child – and play – I DID!

{I’m joining Mommy’s Piggy Tales in recording reflections of youth}

Just after my 7th birthday I entered school for the second year. Because school had started for me, in the 1st grade. In my day, P-K  literally meant pre Kindergarten, because Kindergarten wasn’t invented required. Are you still with me?

Stepping into the classroom, I was greeted my Miss Murphy. It felt like an episode out of Leave it to Beaver! My dreams had come true. Funny how I can still remember her clothes. {you know, the Laura Petrie look} She was pretty and more than that – she was NICE! I felt special … and she remembered my name … effortlessly. *sigh*

Being young for my grade, I was a late bloomer. But at 7 yrs I must have found my clip. Life was happening for me – this was the year of breakthroughs:

1. Aunt ‘Jimmie Kay’ took me to Neiman Marcus for some over the top school dresses!
2. Our dog had puppies {on Valentine’s Day} major highlight!
3. I developed my first crush – those thick black glasses just melted my heart {he never knew, I mastered the art of stalking}
4. My friends and I discovered pop music – The Monkee’s were the rage {google ‘em – you’ll agree}
5. Pop culture was fun, clean and enriching – {at least in my world}

I remember this year as a time of stability for our family. As a child – you can feel it. Home life was predictable, my school was clean and nurturing, days were carefree and life was … good. I learned about myself, grew in stature and finally learned to read.

Mom said I had the memory of an elephant – if so, it’s served me well to remember what life felt like as a little girl in a big classroom, learning to love and loving to learn.

Life’s experiences have taught me to be patient with the slower reader {I feel their pain} and to foster a carefree childhood {I remember the fun}. I’m still loving to learn.

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David, the young shepherd, and anointed King of Israel, has influenced my life as much as anyone in history. In a world that reduces motherhood to a chore of slavish value – I find comfort in his life. The future leader of Israel and one to hold an honored place in the lineage of Christ – had a similar job. He did this common job with all his might. The Psalmist was watching over his ‘few sheep’ when he came to know God in a personal way. David used his quiet days on the backside of a mountain as an opportunity to know HIS Shepherd. He worshipped with all his might, served the Lord with gladness and recorded His thoughts as he cared for the flock.

Most of us have a flock at home. The culture around us has forgotten us and leaders in our world today don’t come from such humble beginnings. {so we’re told} But, God’s ways are higher than ours. He cares for our children much more than we can. He watches over us – as we watch over them.

“As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you.” Isaiah 66:13

I’ve taken David’s familiar Psalm and adapted it to my life so many times through the years. You can rearrange it as well – go ahead. It’s God’s word – meant to be wrestled with, chewed on and applied to our souls. I thought you might find comfort in this Psalm of Psalms – for Shepherds and mothers!

Psalm 23 ~ for Mothers

My Mom is my shepherd ~ I want for nothing {She makes sure my needs are taken care of}

She makes me lie down ~ in a soft bed {she’s prepared for me}

She leads me to a quiet place ~ to restore my attitude

She leads me in the right direction ~ because she loves the Lord {and respects His ways}

Even though I have hard days ~ I have no fear because she’s with me! {she cheers me on!}

Her rod of correction and words of instruction ~ they comfort me {clearing my conscience}

She prepares meals for me ~ So I can eat in peace

She prays over me ~ My heart is full of God’s love for me!

She helps me see God’s goodness and mercy all around me ~ Everyday!

She has demonstrated Christ’s love for me ~ I’m confident the Lord will be with me always

And I am His ~ Forever!

There! Do you feel like your job’s more valuable now? I do. Gotta go … sheep need me.

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‘Fun with Dick & Jane‘ was NOT fun to me!

Maybe that was when the seeds of desire began to grow – the desire to “see Dick & Jane” actually have some FUN! Also, the desire for young children to  learn to read with grace and ease.

I’m joining Mommy’s Piggy Tales in recording reflections of First Grade.

As an eager learner and talkative child – I entered the classroom with wonder and awe. Although, my Carefree preschool years hadn’t quite prepared me for the intensity of the classroom. All the fluff in learning was appealing to me and a cherished ritual. A few of my favorite things were:

• school clothes – shopping with Mom – she did it right!
• school supplies – ahhhh love ‘em – I still get weak- kneed in the office supply store. (you think I’m kidding?)
• lunch sacks – homemade sandwiches and little bags of chips – and, oh yea, a cookie!
• eeeearly mornings – I never remember being in a rush – Mom was prepared
• boxed cereal – for breakfast / hot cereal in the winter (thanks Mom)
• classrooms –  a desk with MY name on it!
• music class – with instruments you could touch
• new friends – the best part!

The first days of school were a new adventure for me. I’d never seen the sights, smelled acrylic paint, heard a school-bell, sang those songs or said the pledge – but it all seemed good to me. There were A, B, C’s around the room, a flag indoors and each day had a plan. The plan was for us to learn – and learn we did … we learned that:

• lines – were to be drawn inside of …
• school clothes – defined who we were (as girls)
• teachers – weren’t quite like Mrs. Landers on Leave it to Beaver – mine didn’t remember my name … she seemed ‘old’ and grumpy …
• lunchroom food – smelled better than grandma’s cooking – the taste … not so much
• bullies – were to be feared avoided
• school work = hard work
• report cards – C = ‘average’ – {who wants to be average?}
• school-bell – meant it was over for that day!
• reading groups – there were 3 – 1=’high’, 2=’medium’ and 3=’low’… {mine was #3}

I remember the day when it dawned on me … MY reading group wasn’t chosen by the luck of the draw … the others students were all slow readers. That was me! Humiliation introduced itself to me on that day and brought along her friend, rejection. I tried to shrug it off – didn’t matter anyway – did it?

Recently, I met a friend from my hometown. We got to talking about landmarks and such. You’ll never guess where she went to school! More shocking – her first grade teacher was the same as mine! My friend remembered her fondly. … I thought a moment and asked, ‘what reading group were you in?’ She happily replied – ‘FIRST!’

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Although we’re a household of many – we’re a family of individuals. As in any large family – each one stands alone and we all stand together.

Above & Beyond is about motherhood and how the Lord uses it to take us farther than we could possibly imagine while He answers the cries of our hearts beyond anything we have the capacity to envision. Because – He’s God! {Ephesians 3:20-21}

I started this blog with the idea of introducing our children, who still live at home, one at a time on their birthdays and our married kids on their anniversaries. Today’s our son’s 10th birthday. His name, Micah, actually means, ‘who is like the Lord?’.

Micah’s our 10th child and my first ‘late in life‘ baby. I had spent my 40th birthday mourning the loss of our baby Judah, born at 20 weeks. A child we never knew, yet always dreamed of. A bitter season it was – to face middle age with a miscarriage. This loss introduced me to grief, who became a companion I’d not known before. As I mustered the nerve to face the future – my body began to have symptoms that were all too familiar. Sure enough, 6 weeks after the sudden loss of our unborn son, another son was making his way into the world.

During pregnancy my mind questioned his health … but my heart knew he was fine! On this day – 10 years ago – our faith became sight as we held this strong, healthy, large baby boy in our arms. From the start Micah has been dear to our hearts in a unique way for all the obvious reasons.

Holding the spotlight in our home – as a little brother – he has grown to be a confident, intelligent, capable young ‘man’ {ouch! that’s hard to say}. His smile can rock the planet, his voice is still sweet and young, he plays hard, eats heartily and reads habitually. Micah has an earnest way about him that provokes others to wholeheartedness. He loves the stars and dreams of being an astronaut. Although, his brothers tried to convince him this was a dangerous job – his Dad and I believe he just might do it.

We thank the Lord for doing what He does best – creating life!

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Carefree, that’s how I remember my preschool years. In an era of ‘mud pies’ and playing ‘house’ with make believe homes between bedsheets hanging on the line {that’s clothes-line}. We had cartoons on Saturday mornings and ate our meals at home. I honestly do not remember having a care in the world -apart from normal circumstances like loosing our kitten, to the neighborhood bully dog, and moving to a new town, which I recovered from, once I met friends.

Life was simple. Toys were few and summers were hot. Swimming pools were plastic and baby dolls were the RAGE! Air conditioning came from the window and heat from a vent on the floor. We spent little time in the car and loads of time outside, few hours in front of the TV and countless moments just ‘playing’.

Mom was young and played Chubby Checker’s on vinyl. We had a portable record player with one speaker. {Don’t laugh – it was cutting edge technology!} She even taught me how to Twist!! We twisted the night morning away on the wooden floor of our living room. I’ll never forget that dance lesson. I, honestly, can still remember hearing my momma’s voice asking, “you wana learn how to twist?” Even now, I can twist with the best of ‘em!

As a mother, I’ve hoped to provide a carefree life for our preschoolers as well. {Minus the mud pies … I can’t go there} It grieves me to see little ones stressed. Life is good when you’re a child and it should be that way. Cares are few and memories are plenty. Every day’s an adventure.

I want to pass on the highlights of my growing up years to our children and grow up myself in the areas I found lacking. When you think of it … doesn’t that apply to all of us? This cycle of life.

I’m telling my story week by week with others on Mommy’s Piggy Tails.

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“Our country, ’tis of thee,

sweet land of liberty,

of thee I sing …

“Long may our land be bright

With Freedom’s holy light,

Protect us by the Thy might,

Great God, our King!”

It’s flag day! Go double check your flag to make sure it’s still standing. We often head to Walmart for another one on this special day. This is a fine opportunity to pass on to our children what’s been passed on to us. God Bless America!

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Some of us came from unexpected places. When we trace back the thread of our life – we find a corner in time – a place where life began for us – and lives were changed.

I’m joining Janna at The Adventure’s of Motherhood in recording the story of my youth. We all have a story to tell. The Lord has redeemed my story, bought me with a great price and given me a reason to live.

You see, I’m the product of a teenage pregnancy. I was born into the family of newlywed parents. From a couple who eloped, against their parents wishes and against the law. Mom was barely 16 when Dad presented her forged birth-certificate to the Justice of the Peace. They ‘beat the system’. He was fresh out of the Navy and she was fresh out of 10th grade. An unexpected union.

You’ve heard it said, “marriage is potentially 9 months away from parenthood“.

In short order, she was expecting a child. This meant she would not be returning to high school. In those days, pregnant students were forbidden – she opted for the GED.

Their *home* was a bedroom in my Dad’s parent’s house where they lived, along with his brothers. Mom was raised in a family of girls. This was certainly an unexpected place for her. Life moved forward, as it does, in spite of circumstances.

In the midst of unplanned events, unexpected sickness and unspoken pain – God created life, my life. In this unexpected place, I was born – into a loving family with parents who met my every need and cared for me as any parent should. My birth was celebrated and my young mother grew up along side of me. My grandmother’s stepped in for guidance and Mom met the challenge of life’s calling with all she had … that’s how she did things.

My mother’s no longer with us, and we miss her greatly. I’m so glad I told her how I appreciated her sacrifice and steadfast love. I remember how she looked at me funny when I dumped these emotions into her lap. Her response to my sappy words were … ‘that’s what a mother does’.

I’m living proof that babies don’t need inordinate fanfare – only tender, loving care. My Mother had an appreciation for life, understanding the sovereign nature of such things. Dad had an appreciation for hard work and met the unspoken expectation that he would provide, because … that’s what a man does.

Today, when I see a young mother who looks scared and alone – I know the story’s not over – her life hasn’t ended and both babies {mom and child} will need love, acceptance and direction.

You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you to go and bear fruit—fruit that will last. Then the Father will give you whatever you ask in my name. John 15:16

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We’re Lovin’ the fact that summer is here!

This week we’re taking a break from formal school while the older ones and I prepare for a trip to Virginia Beach. Yep! We’re attending the national competition for homeschool speech and debate – an opportune time for Raising Patriots.

Once back home we’ll start our summer lovin’ regime. I read The Homeschool Post on summer schedules and thought I’d publish ours. This plan worked so well for us last year that the kids are asking for it again. Now, that’s a good sign!

Monday - recover from the weekend … clean house … yard-work … swim! Family dinner –  everyone comes.

Tuesday – schoolwork! Writing, History, Science, Math … drill-work … piano … remedial work from previous year.

Wednesday – more of the same. Reading … lots of reading … aloud and alone.

Thursday - wrap-up schoolwork for the week. Put items away … make plan for next week.

Friday – garage sales … swim … play … errands … we can do whatever we want! It’s summer!

Well, there you go – pretty simple, huh? We crank down the AC and work like Trojans for 3 days in a row, then play like the rest of the world for the other 2. This plan gives us a 4 day weekend every week! This has been a winning combination for us. We play hard, work hard and still use our minds. If I could just figure out how to keep this schedule all year long …

For a glimpse at how this works out for us:

• We don’t have a pool, but several of our generous friends do.
• Life is pretty routine – we don’t travel much in the summer – hence, opportunities for learning.
• Bigger, home related, projects are saved for summer.
• I make outside appointments – hair, doctor, lunch with friends, etc … on Mondays and Fridays
• We stay home in the hottest part of the day.
• I plan dental appointments in the spring and fall so we can avoid the summer crowds.
• During the hot summer days I pull out the curriculum I didn’t get to over the year – you know, the fun stuff!
• Kids have a movie night each weekend.
• We count the weeks of summer – in order to savor them – this season goes fast!

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