So you want to become a Pirate?

Ahoy there, scurvy dogs!

This week our reading adventure mingled with a super fun field trip…The Midlands Pirate Festival!

All week our kids were talking pirate speak and daddy sat down to read the littles the very famous How I Became a Pirate by our beloved author David Shannon in which a little boy discovers that as much fun as a pirate might be, it can’t replace mom and dad reading bedtime stories and taking care of basic needs like hygiene. An excellent book that has been well-loved in this house over the years! (I heard there’s a sequel: Pirates Don’t Change Diapers…may need to check that out at our local library!)

We had a great time visiting the festival and partaking in singing, sword fighting, ziplining, belly dancing, turkey-leg eating, and shopping. My kids gave it a thumbs up and an, “Aaarrrggghhhh” for good measure!

Spiritual Weeding


I’ve been meaning to do a post about the act of spiritual weeding for over a year now. The draft has been sitting in my dashboard and occasionally I sit down and try to pen my heart on this issue. It is such a rich discussion and I think of it everytime I am in the garden. Yet whenever I’ve tried to write, the words never come. But then a very dear friend sent me this devotion that says exactly what’s on my heart beautifully.

The Lord is good. It is 5 in the morning and I cannot sleep. I am feeling anxious and I can’t put my finger on why. I read these words and He pierces my soul. Isn’t that just like Him? Leading me gently to just the right words I need. I encourage you to do the same today!

Before weeding.

After weeding.

A few thoughts while weeding my garden about weeding the sin out of our lives.

  • It is never too late.
  • Weeds come out easiest after a good rain when the ground is softened.
  • Sometimes you must hastily chop off the top before even attempting to pull out roots.
  • If you keep up with the task, the roots are easily pulled up, but let it go and the job is an uphill battle.
  • Sometimes you’re not sure it’s a weed or a flower.
  • Sometimes what you thought was a weed turns out to be beautiful and useful.
  • Taking out weeds close to the flowers/vegetables requires patience and care…one must slow down and be careful not to destroy the good plant.
  • Pulling out weed roots closest to flowers/vegetables is easiest because it’s in fertile soil.
  • Even if you can’t get to all the weeds, pulling some is still worthwhile.
  • Sometimes you must destroy the whole garden in order to get to the deep weed roots.
  • If you maintain healthy, fertile soil all weeds can be removed easily.
But while everyone was sleeping, his enemy came and sowed weeds among the wheat, and went away. When the wheat sprouted and formed heads, then the weeds also appeared.” ~ Matthew 13:25-26

Roommates

Meet our new roommates….

Squirmy and Fred, our monarch caterpillars

and Dooky (don’t ask!), our salt marsh caterpillar.

I was so excited to finally find some Monarch caterpillars. So looking forward to the exquisite jade green and gold chrysalis they make. By far my favorite caterpillar to keep and feed! Thank you, God, for the abundant amount of milkweed in our backyard fields! Monarch’s food of choice.

Gabe informed me that he thinks the cute furry gray guy is a salt marsh caterpillar (cousin to the woolly bear but non-banded). Good to know.  Can’t wait to find out!

This is our third year keeping caterpillars and it has turned into a tradition that I quite look forward to in August ~ September!

Think we shall be reading this during the school week ~

Monarch Butterfly of Aster Way

 

 

Less Screen Time

So I have in my head this great weekly wrap up on the rocks and minerals unit study we are doing right now. (Sorry, you’ll have to check back next week! 😉 But instead I spent much more time doing this…

and this…

and much less time on my computer.

Life is good!

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Small Town Hospitality in Swedeburg, Nebraska

This past Sunday I got a true taste of small town life in the country! What to do when someone invites you to a church picnic of a church you’ve never attended? Go, partake, and enjoy small town hospitality! It was a beautiful day. The smell of pulled pork tantalized the senses. And the music took me back to younger days gone by.

Blessing #602 ~ small town hospitality

Thank you Pastor Steve and  Swedeburg Covenant Church for allowing us to worship and celebrate 135 years with you!


Learning the Bible ~ When It’s NOT Boring!!!

Do you ever sit in Sunday School (do they still do that?) and yawn as you listen to the teacher drone on about stories that you’ve hear a million, bijillion times??? Do you ever wonder if there are other stories in the Bible? Stories about cool things and weird things and people God was using in unusual ways? How come we never here of these?

I suspect it’s because the other way is easier in a world full of grownups who have their own agendas other than teaching our kids truth. Sunday morning is about worship and praise bands and ministry teams and powerpoints. Who wants to do kids ministry?

Well, not anymore. Check out The Fabulous Bentley Brothers (from the makers of veggie tales) singing about II Kings:

In fact, there is a whole DVD series for kids about learning what’s really in the Bible. Don’t just memorize the names of the books (although that’s cool too…check this outand this!), know what’s in the Bible. These videos may seem like twaddle to some or just plain silliness but my kids were glued and had retained more in 15 minutes of watching then 2 months of me reading and teaching. You can criticize veggie tales and the culture’s use of T.V. all you want, but clearly these are some people who have a love of God laid on their hearts that is very rare in today’s world!

I will be buying this whole series for my kids. It is fabulous! The best thing since the invention of Peanut Butter and Jelly!

Check out more at www.jellytelly.com

Ode to 16 Years…

A Romantic Ode to the One I Love!!!

 

You went in to work at six in the morn

just as if this special day had never been born.

No love weekend get-aways to Maine or to Spain…

In fact, dishes are waiting me still in the drain.

 

It’s been sixteen years since you made me your bride

blushing and gushing with new found pride.

We set up our house and lived out our dream

never guessing the road would be filled to the brim.

 

You’re not home for an evening of dining in town.

I’m fixing up muffins and quiche for this crowd.

Nothing fancy or special to mark celebration

except leftover icing from breakfast’s sensation.

 

Pat set us up with a bottle of wine

and some flowers and chocolate on which we can dine.

She’s so sweet with her guilt for you having to work

from the sun’s early rise to your ride home in the dark.

 

Not very romantic or extremely grand

just holding down the fort with our literal clan.

But this is the secret I’ve learned all these years

of building a life following Jesus who steers…

 

It is not about lovey dovey instant gratification

but true acts of service that build up our nation.

A family unit that’s solid and built upon rock

serving each need of the person they’ve already got.

 

Your service of work today peirces my heart

as a true act of love that sets us apart

from the norms of the hustle and bustle filled strife

to something much deeper that cuts like a knife.

 

300 people tasted and saw it was good

this work that you do as a man always should.

And man that you are, you ignite inside me

a flame that’s not quenched very easily.

I love you! Thank you for 16 wonderful years!