Throwback to the kitchen: The importance of the family dinner table

The smell of the swirling, creamy soup laced with tomatoes, loaded with potatoes drove my sense of smell crazy. Mom’s potato soup served on a crisp fall day was the perfect ending to a day at home. I was raised in a home where store bought cookies were only bought during special times like a family vacation.  My mom’s grocery list each week consisted of very basic staples like sugar, flour, tea, pasta and milk.  If she wanted to fix chicken for supper, she’d go out and wring a chicken’s neck. If she wanted beef, she’d open the freezer and pull out Petunia, the black Angus’ blessing to us. If she wanted to have warm bread for her family, she spent the afternoon kneading and allowing dough to rise. If ice cream sounded good...

Raising a Hunter/Gatherer

So I’m raising my boy to be a mighty warrior of God. I’ve got a little experience under my belt with three older kids, but with Luke, past experience is often tossed out the window cause parenting a special needs child is a whole ‘nother world. But I was reminded today when I was reading through some back posts like the one below that I can and need to keep it simple with Luke. What am I saying, I need to keep it simple for me! There are so many things that can muddle my mind and so many times I feel like I am failing as a parent. (Which is why I am thankful for great resources like the one on the giveaway below) “I should’a done that.” “I could’a done that.” “I really shouldn’t have reacted like...

Fun Fridays – Summer Evening

Fun Fridays – Summer Evening

How grateful I am that we have the blessed opportunity to sit on our back porch on a beautiful summer evening- with full bellies, healthy children, new babies, plenty of space to romp around – while so much of the world’s population would be thrilled just living on our back porch. Every good and perfect gift is from above and sometimes, we need to spend a little more time being GRATEFUL for the simple things in life…things like… a jar of hydrangeas sitting on the table on the porch, or a dog having the freedom to choose which stick he’s going to pull out of the fire pit, or watching as your youngest son plays with his brother-in-law. The cat curled up on a chair, enjoying a snooze in the evening breeze. The chickens making one...

Fun Fridays

Sometimes in life, you just need those dependable few who show up, no matter what. I can always count on a bunch of hungry goats to follow me. Actually, they don’t even have to want food, they just want to get close, especially the goat kids. They are much like dogs, they want their ears scratched and want your attention. They don’t care if I haven’t had a shower, if I’m not in the mood to talk, or if I’m an extremely talkative mood…they love me just because. Hey, that’s kinda like Jesus – He loves YOU, just because! There’s always a Bible lesson in there somewhere!   Straining the creamy goat’s milk using my antique pitcher (love the star on the bottom) is for me, one of those simple pleasures....

Ahh…That’s Nice

Ahh…That’s Nice

Wait! What is this? Joy, are your finally getting a secret dream fulfilled with a DIY decorating blog? Nah…just thought I’d use this awesome combo as a little prop for my blog talk today. I’m contemplating using my common pics to do this every Friday (’cause that’s kinda how my brain works in the every day realm)…I see, I think, I write and attempt to make a point. The above antique buffet was my husband’s grandparents. Back in the day, it was a stunning, dark wood piece. My kids and mere life took its toll and it went from stunning to stunned. I asked my husband years ago if I could paint it, an off-white, (of course). He quickly responded with a “No”. Every year, I asked. Every year, “No.” Until...

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