Monday, July 29, 2013

Out In The Flower Gardens...

...The flowers are blooming! I came home from our church Conventions and there were so many new flowers peeping out! And now there are even more. So here are a few pictures of what some of my flower beds look like.














Friday, July 19, 2013

Communion Thoughts...

   I was able to attend our church conventions this year, and I have had a lot to think about since coming back home. We have been very busy here as our garden in producing most abundantly, so I haven't had time to write much of anything. Now we are in between canners of green beans so I will try to relate my thoughts.
   On Sunday morning, there was a Communion service held for all of us who were there and could attend. During the singing for the Communion recipients, I could only marvel with joy that God has blessed us so much that there was still so many of us to sing and partake of His most wonderful and gracious gift to us. The singing sounded so beautiful and the songs are sermons in themselves. One of the songs seemed to speak to me, and I had to write my thoughts down after the service had ended. I am a person who has to write things down as soon as they come to me or else I can never remember the fullness in which I first thought of whatever it is. So at the conventions, I carried my Bible with paper in the back and a pen so that I could record my thoughts on the different sermons and songs. So here is what I wrote on Sunday, with a little revision because I didn't write everything down clearly the first time.
" 'And humbly I'll receive Thee, The Bridegroom of my soul, No more by sin to grieve Thee, Or flee Thy sweet control.' As I sang these words today while others were going to partake of the most blessed gift of Communion, my heart cried out to God. Oh that I could be given the strength to 'No more by sin to grieve Thee, Or flee Thy sweet control.' How often I have gone my own way, disregarding to even stop and think if it was the way God would have me to go. Neither did I stop to ask advice from the elders and the more experienced friends on this Way, or worse by far, I didn't pray for the advice and counsel and wisdom of my Heavenly Father. And yet, I call myself a child of God! What a poor one am I! Often I doubt that God still loves me, but then I remember that He has given His word for me and for us all, travelers on this way of Life: 'Now our Lord Jesus Christ himself, and God, even our Father, which hath loved us, and hath given everlasting consolation and good hope through grace, Comfort your hearts, and stablish you in every good word and work.' 2 Thessalonians 2:16-17 'For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.' John 3:16 What a loving and patient and forgiving Saviour we have and what an almighty and awesome King we have to rule us all! How comforting it is to know that 'We have not an high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities; but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin.' Hebrews 14:5 And what a wonderful consolation to know that God knows how much each one of us can bear and that He hears our cries and prayers and that 'There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.' 1 Corinthians 10:13 We can know also that He is willing to carry for us our burdens and trials and disappointments, for He says 'Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.' Matthew 11:28-30 Oh that we could be willing and humble and turn to Him! How I pray that I could, with the song writer, sing with an honest and true and willing heart: 'No more by sin to grieve Thee, Or flee Thy sweet control.' May we pray to God, look to Him, and wait on Him, for He knows best the path for each of His children."


 

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Bake Sale Blues

It was an early morning here today. I set my alarm for 4:20 and promptly crashed in my bed around 1:30am. Well maybe it was really closer to 2:15am. But anyway, I didn't lay in my bed thinking all night. I awoke to the sound of people downstairs in the kitchen. I live in an old farm house and my room is above the kitchen. There is an old grate/vent in the floor of my bedroom and in the ceiling of the kitchen which allowed the heat to circulate upstairs back when the kitchen probably had a wood stove in it. This vent hasn't been covered up because I like to see it and to dream of all the happenings that some curious eyes may have seen or all the conversations that some "little" ears may have heard. Anyway! Off the subject. I looked at my clock and it said 5:15am. I jumped a bit and started wondering if I had really been so tired that I slept through my alarm. Then I looked and realized that I had set my alarm for pm, not am. I wasn't very happy. I went downstairs and my sister was baking cookies. I started cinnamon rolls and then my mother finished hand kneading the dough for me. (I usually do it myself but I sprained or broke my finger on Independence Day when my sock caught on an old nail on our nice steep, narrow, old farmhouse steps. My finger was caught between a step and my camera and got a pretty good smashing.) Mother kneaded the dough and I finished making sandwiches for my dad and two brothers' lunches. Our men folk left for work and mother went back to lay down as she wasn't feeling good. My sister and I stayed up and worked on getting things labeled and packed. The cinnamon rolls took longer than normal to roll out on account of  my finger and so we ran a bit late. When we finally got to where we were going to set up, I was tired. My little brother on the other hand was still a rocket of energy so he was waving a "Bake Sale" sign and waving to the people who drove by. We stayed set up for around an hour and a half before we took everything down and went home. Later on in the day we went back, this time with the boys who had gone to work. We stayed the second time for a little over an hour but then the rain came and chased us out. So for all of our labor last night and this morning making cookies, muffins, and cinnamon rolls, we made exactly $3.00. No more and no less. Unless you count the fact that last night I spent around $7.00 on groceries for this event. Then in that case, we are still -$4.00. I'm feeling a little blue and very tired. I'm not too sure I want to do another bake sale any time soon either. I reckon I shall see... Maybe I should try and advertise for it in the papers. I don't know. I do know that I am nearly falling asleep. On Independence Day I didn't get to my room until around midnight and was up early. Same thing on Wednesday. So I think I am lacking sleep. Please excuse any and all typos.
And last but not least... The mosquitoes are awful here! I think I counted at least five new bites in the ten minutes it took me to take this picture. My mother didn't like it too well but I did as I am finally beginning to remember what motions I need to go through with my camera to get the results I want. I find it very rewarding.