Winter on the Homestead 2018

Just posting some pics of our homestead, for posterity. Ha ha. It is COLD. 

Not much happening at the fire pit, ha ha.

The kitties actually have fun playing in the snow.

Our sweet Applebutter couldn’t wait to play in the snow.

Dougie had fun frolicking for about 5 minutes, then he decided he much prefers to be inside.

Black Copper Marans did not want to get out this morning.

Neither did these. Ha ha.

I was so disappointed the male Cardinal wouldn’t let me get a good pic. Here he is just a red smear in the blueberry bush.

Our son is sick, or he would be rolling around in this white stuff like only an 8-year-old boy can. 

You have much snow where you are? 

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Here’s a thought….

God, through Paul, tells us in 1 Corinthians 13 that we see through a glass darkly but in the end we will see reality for what it is. Some are content with the status quo of not seeing clearly. They continue to swallow the “blue pill” day by day. The reasons vary, I suppose. I, however, am not satisfied with seeing through a reality distorted by the prince of this world, the enemy of our souls. The end of that passage states the greatest is love. We are told elsewhere that perfect love casts off fear. If we want to see clearly, to have our eyes opened as the story relays in 2 Kings ch. 6, we need only ask and walk by faith in the Truth. That Truth being Jesus. He alone offers the “red pill”, salvation through His shed blood. Having chosen the red pill, I am astonished at how many Christians continue to swallow the blue. I do not judge them. Rather, may we all be reminded of Romans 12 and no longer conform to the patterns of this world but have our minds renewed so we may see clearly God’s perfect will.

Just what happened in Parksville, KY over 100 years ago?

I live in Parksville, KY. The other day the local library’s archive department posted a series of articles published in a local paper dated October 1909. 
Rain poured down from a clear sky and in only one section of the man’s farm for 10 days. Then in December of 1909, just two months later, this article appeared:

After sharing this on a private FB group, my friend Ray did a little more digging and found this article dated Oct 1910, exactly one year later from the initial mystery.

What is this phenomenon? Does anyone know? I’m curious. I’m also curious to find out if this continues to happen in that same spot, over 100 years later. Or was it a special message to this particular man? 

Done with it….

The space reserved for tolerating “BS” has reached its maximum capacity. I’m done with it. 

I’m mostly talking about adults who fly off the handle at the slightest thing, exhibiting no self-control and are too proud to admit they over reacted. Scratch that. Not adults merely. CHRISTIAN adults. Not baby Christians either. A measure of Grace needs to be extended there. I’m talking about people who should know better. People who are quick to point out others’ faults and, when that person repents and admits wrong doing, they continue to rub it in. 

I’m also talking about people who do little but complain about their circumstances and yet refuse to actually do anything to change it. They enjoy playing the victim. 

I’m also done with all the fussing and nonsense.

These are the last days. We need to put on our armor and be in the word …not as hearers only, but doers. 

It’s time to grow up. If you refuse, are happy with all the BS, then that’s your choice. Just don’t expect me to go along with it or encourage you in the destruction.

Stop asking God to change your spouse

I love this idea! I may do this not only for Hubs, but each of my kids too. We can all spend more time being thankful and looking for the best in our loved ones.

The Isaiah 53:5 Project

This is good. I am actually going to try it starting on January 1st.

Might blog about it a bit along the way, who knows?

While working on my bookCherish: The One Word That Changes Everything for Your Marriage,I interviewed a woman who told me about an amazing marital “exercise” she put into practice. She spent an entire year working on her husband’s Christmas present. What she did was write a journal that recorded something she was thankful for about her husband that particular day. These were very specific, day-by-day accounts of what the husband did and why she was thankful to be married to him: putting up the Christmas lights when it was very cold (December 7), coming home and playing with the kids after a long business trip even though he was obviously tired (Sept. 22), that kind of thing.

When she gave her husband the journal he…

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