Let you go? Make you stay?
In our tiny village, there are a few things we take for granted. A fantastic, old-fashioned Fourth of July parade with later fireworks on the actual holiday, an authentic Victorian Christmas the first Friday in December, a bicycle tour in August, and, on the first Sunday in June – Model A Day. It is the start to our Summer holidays.
Last Sunday, the sixth of June, this year was Model A day. Now, what is a Model A day, you might ask? Well, it’s a day that we celebrate all things American, including, most notably, the Ford Model A. Many villagers dress up in early 20th century garb and traverse the blocks of Model A’s as well as vendors, garage sales, and food stands that populate our downtown area. There is also music, in the form of old-time bands, that add to the festive atmosphere.
Our family goes every year, save for last year, with COVID running rampant. This year was a true celebration since it was the beginning of our return to normalcy after the pandemic sent us all into a tizzy. Time to get priorities straight, people!
So, here are some of the pictures that I took at the event. It was a real treat to see these old vehicles and to peruse the wares for sale. Everything from car parts to fresh produce. Good for everyone!
I visited a friend of mine today. She mentioned something about people today being offended by God. What? I almost screamed! Your God, who gave you life and blessings… they’re offended by that? I just couldn’t wrap my head around it! To be honest, I still can’t. While I believe people should be on their knees thanking God for all He has done for them, some people are actually offended by love? Well, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, people? Seriously! A little common sense, please!
I will admit that I am farther on my faith journey than others I have met, and yes, I truly believe that faith is a gift, I was still shocked by her statement. So, my question is, how do we turn them around so that they are not offended by love, but yet can accept it and pass it on?
Prayer. I know. I use this answer a lot but really, can there be too much prayer in this world?
This brings me to the second part of this post. I would like to ask you to pray very loudly to God for my firstborn. I have reason to believe that she is going down a very bad path, and I’m terribly worried about her. Yes, I know that good always triumphs over evil, but I’m still scared for her. I don’t think she has any clue what she is getting herself into, and since she is an adult, the options I have for helping her are very limited.
So, please pray for her and for our family. God loves us and keeps us always. I’m just hoping she’ll open her eyes and see that! Thank you.
I will be completely honest. Today was not my best day. I had too much on my plate, as usual, not to mention people judging me.
So, I decided to treat you to a treat I made for an honors ceremony for child #4’s school. They are delicious!
Make the pie filling:
6 cups frozen blueberries
1 cup rhubarb
1 cup sugar (more or less to taste)
Cook on medium heat until comes to a boil, then turn down to simmer for about 3 hours, or until rhubarb breaks down and is no longer stringy.
Mix in a separate cup:
6 Tbsp. tapioca starch
1/4 cup of water
Stir vigorously and add to fruit mixture. Stir in well. This will thicken the filling so it becomes filling and not juice!
Make the crust:
Preheat oven to 350°F.
2, 6.3 oz. packages of gluten-free vanilla wafers (I used Kinnikinnick)
12 Tbsp. (1 1/2 sticks) butter, melted
Crush the vanilla wafers with a rolling pin in a gallon bag until fine crumbs. Add melted butter and mix in with your awesomely clean hands. In a muffin pan, lined with muffin papers, add 1 Tbsp. (Pressed down) of the crumb mixture until all the cups are filled. Press mixture as far up the sides as you can get it. Bake for 10 minutes, or until crust is golden brown (mine took 9 minutes!)
When pie filling is done, top your crusts with 1 Tbsp. of the filling and set back in the oven to bake for another 10 minutes. Remove from oven and let cool.
Result: 40 delicious personal treats. Enjoy!
As a parent I think we all expect to be pushed away as our children turn into teenagers, sometimes even at the pre-teen stages. I was ready for that. Well, maybe I was and maybe I wasn’t. What I didn’t expect was the absolute cut off of all contact from my firstborn. What just happened?
We hadn’t argued or anything. When I dropped her off at university this last Fall, she was somewhat distant, but I attributed it to nerves from having her best friend graduate and move to another state for graduate school and also her significant other not return to campus because of COVID. I tried not to be hurt as she told me I could go.
Later in the Fall, I sent her a package of treats. I thought she had left a single word message on my phone (turns out it was child #4! They sound too much alike!) and so I called her back. We chatted and all was good. That was our last conversation.
Since then the only communication that she has answered is direct questions about tax information or money through messages. That’s it and it’s not like those were more than a few word answers.
So, Thursday children #s 2, 4, and I (#3 had school) made the about 3-hour trip up to her university to see her. She wouldn’t come out to see us and, as an adult, she can’t be coerced into doing so. I was so hurt! We had brought some yummy treats for her, but she refused to communicate.
So, I made the painful decision to wish her farewell (fare thee well) until she can find her path and decides to communicate again. I can’t force her to love me, like I could get her to eat her broccoli with the threat of no dessert when she was a child. I miss the simpler times.
Now, at age 22, she must stand on her own two feet. For better or worse, she will adult… without me. Don’t get me wrong…I do believe kids need to grow into adults and move on with their lives. It’s just that I also know it’s easier with the backing of their families…not to mention way less painful for said families.
It’s her decision; not mine. I wish her the very best and the knowledge that I will always pray for her and welcome her home if she needs it. Love doesn’t stop growing because a child decides to leave.
Love can be wounded, but never dies. My prayers to you always, dear one.
My pain from her walks freely.
Have you ever had one of those days? The kind of day that nothing seems to go right and the best you can hope for is a good nap? Yeah. Today was one of those days.
I won’t bore you with everything that went wrong. Just understand that while everything did not go wrong, many, many things did and it got me wondering…why? What was the purpose of all of the wrongness of the day? What did God have in mind?
Was it just coincidence? Was it poor planning on my part? Was it just a whole bunch of circumstances coming together to make it wrong? I will say that some of it could have been my poor planning. Some of it was just the busyness of others. Some of it was a late breakfast and a child forgetting her pills for a bit. Yeah. It was all of it.
So, I thank God for the challenges of the day, though, admittedly I could have handled them better, and move on. One thing is for sure…tomorrow is bound to be better, right? Please say a prayer or two for me!
O.k. Let me start out by saying that I am not commenting on anyone’s weight here. That is not the point. What I am commenting on is the teenage mind in responses to most of my questions.
It occurred to me yesterday that I have a small herd of cattle in my house. Yes. This surprised me as much as it does you. I had just asked child #3 to do something, which she did not want to do. The response? “Mmmmoooo.” Excuse me? When did the cattle move into my home?
When I called her this morning to get up to get ready for school. You guessed it…”Mmmmoooo!” Every time, without fail, “Mmmmoooo!” Now, child #3 is by far the greatest offender of said vernacular, but I have heard it from all of my children at one time or another. It just never occurred to me that I was raising cattle and not teenagers!
I was raised on a small farm and we had a couple of head of cattle; Hamburger and Shortribs to be exact. (Hey! I come by my twisted sense of humor naturally!!!) I’m familiar with the sound. Mmmhmm…teenagers mimic it exactly! So, maybe I’m not raising teens. Maybe, just maybe, I’m raising cattle!
Today is it
Lots of fun things to do
Even on a Tuesday
Saw a post from you
So excited after such a long silence
A reminder post
Reminder of all I’ve lost
I was thinking about our friend whom we fed a while back and I couldn’t get this picture out of my head. He was truly hungry. The only time I have seen an individual attack a package of french fries (they were on top, the burger underneath, I’d assume) was when observing a teenager.
Teenagers are growing mightily in most cases and seem to require quite a bit of food. I’ve heard boys require more than girls, but since I have only girls, I’ll have to take their word for it! This poor man, who I’d guess was in his 30’s or 40’s, attacked that meal as if he hadn’t eaten in days.
And that, my friends, is why I fed Jesus. He was hungry. Now if Jesus were in your path, you would help him, right? Well, as the people that didn’t see him in the Bible said, and I’m paraphrasing here, “When did we see you, Lord, and not help?” “Whatsoever you do to the least of my people, that you do unto me.” Walk with the Lord. Walk in kindness. Treat others how you would like to be treated. What a wonderful world this would be if we all did!