The Seven Evans
Friday, December 26, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Blogging again
Well, I am blogging again. I have realized that I have to have an outlet for all these cute things that happen in my family. And I want to be able to share them with my family and close friends but not EVERYONE on the internet.
For instance here is something funny from today. While watching John and Kate Plus 8...My children figured out we needed to have four more children to catch up to them. I asked where we would put them. Elijah said one could sleep with him and one could sleep on the mattress that is currently under his bed. Layton rolled her eyes and Cheney said, " A hotel."
That's my girl!!!!
For instance here is something funny from today. While watching John and Kate Plus 8...My children figured out we needed to have four more children to catch up to them. I asked where we would put them. Elijah said one could sleep with him and one could sleep on the mattress that is currently under his bed. Layton rolled her eyes and Cheney said, " A hotel."
That's my girl!!!!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Praising God
After yesterday's post, I just want you do know I am praising God for His grace and love. I am so thankful for His provision. 3 months of samples of meds that help stabilize the craziness in my body. Praise God.
I had such a sweet time with my girls this morning. Hubbie took the Dynamo to the office with him. While the baby napped, the girls and I put away last nights load of dishes and started today's load. We folded towels and put away a mountain of clothes that had accumulated in their room from our trip and the never ending weather changes here in Florida. I believe it was 80 here today. It was freezing here around Halloween and today it is near 80???
Anyway, we are striving to incorporate the kids into our daily chores. Yes they are 7, 5, and 3 but they are a part of this family and should help. So this morning we talked about how we can have a good attitude while doing anything...even folding laundry every day and doing dishes EVERY DAY...emphasis there because I am the one that needs to remember this and I hope to teach it to my girls BEFORE it is burden like it is for me. We read 1 Corinthians 15:58 Therefore, my dear brothers, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.
Encouraged by a recent blog from A Holy Experience I was inspired to think about all these things that we do as mother's...things that won't make a difference in eternity but somehow I am supposed to do them for the GLORY of the LORD!!! So my 7-year old and I talked about how to do that today. How to fold clothes with a good attitude or even praying. We talked about how we could pray and thank God that we had the clothes (most of them given to us as hand-me-downs or as gifts) or pray for the people that had given them to us or we could pray for the people that would be wearing them. It was such a sweet time. I hope my daughter will catch this vision in life before she is 36. It will serve her well!!!
I had such a sweet time with my girls this morning. Hubbie took the Dynamo to the office with him. While the baby napped, the girls and I put away last nights load of dishes and started today's load. We folded towels and put away a mountain of clothes that had accumulated in their room from our trip and the never ending weather changes here in Florida. I believe it was 80 here today. It was freezing here around Halloween and today it is near 80???
Anyway, we are striving to incorporate the kids into our daily chores. Yes they are 7, 5, and 3 but they are a part of this family and should help. So this morning we talked about how we can have a good attitude while doing anything...even folding laundry every day and doing dishes EVERY DAY...emphasis there because I am the one that needs to remember this and I hope to teach it to my girls BEFORE it is burden like it is for me. We read 1 Corinthians 15:58 Therefore, my dear brothers, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.
Encouraged by a recent blog from A Holy Experience I was inspired to think about all these things that we do as mother's...things that won't make a difference in eternity but somehow I am supposed to do them for the GLORY of the LORD!!! So my 7-year old and I talked about how to do that today. How to fold clothes with a good attitude or even praying. We talked about how we could pray and thank God that we had the clothes (most of them given to us as hand-me-downs or as gifts) or pray for the people that had given them to us or we could pray for the people that would be wearing them. It was such a sweet time. I hope my daughter will catch this vision in life before she is 36. It will serve her well!!!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
I ran across this quote today...
The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea ~isak dinesen
on a blog entitled, One thing
Not even sure how I got to her blog...you know...surfing through the lists of blogs on the blogs of friends that I read regularly.
That quote spoke to me.
I love going to the beach and feeling the salty breeze blow away my fears, my heartaches, my pains. I like how I feel when I have worked around my house and say in my high little girl voice (the one I only use when I am completely satisfied with life) "I really like my house when it is clean." The exertion of that sweat can take me from the frustrations I have with my quaint and quirky 93 year old home to a place of adoration and contentment.
Today...though...I found healing in the tears. Just crying....crying out my frustrations...sobbing out my inadequacies...letting the loneliness run out...letting the fears fade as the tears dried up on my shirt. So today I began my day agitated with a headache...frustrated with my faults and failures...but I wept...I bawled, really if the truth be known. And now as day comes to end...I feel cleansed. In my eyes...if you know me well...I think you can still see the effects of those tears. But I feel purified. Rather than drowning in my frustrations, I let them seep out down my cheeks. It helped that my mom caught me in this act. She was here today to cook the meal for the Christmas celebration we were having with our Board of Directors tonight. I wasn't feeling much like celebrating. I had even contemplated trying to figure out how to leave the house while they were all here. But I was able to poor out the frustrations...the fears...the failures and reach for higher ground. I am so thankful she listened without judging...offered encouragement and even the suggestion of getting some counseling to help me process through all I am feeling and thinking. There is some physiological thing behind it along with lies from Satan and my own disobedience... Behind this wave that over takes me at times...that creates a melt down within me. There is much to be considered...more discussions to be had with the doctor and hubbie to figure out what meds we can afford...more structure in my life...most importantly time with God retraining my mind to think God's truth about me and not the world's lies. It is not something that will be conquered tomorrow or by next week. But for the moment I have felt healing and cleansing through the tears. And I feel the wave of tears coming on again..not as a release of pain this time but in a wave of thankfulness and contentment in the cleansing.
The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea ~isak dinesen
on a blog entitled, One thing
Not even sure how I got to her blog...you know...surfing through the lists of blogs on the blogs of friends that I read regularly.
That quote spoke to me.
I love going to the beach and feeling the salty breeze blow away my fears, my heartaches, my pains. I like how I feel when I have worked around my house and say in my high little girl voice (the one I only use when I am completely satisfied with life) "I really like my house when it is clean." The exertion of that sweat can take me from the frustrations I have with my quaint and quirky 93 year old home to a place of adoration and contentment.
Today...though...I found healing in the tears. Just crying....crying out my frustrations...sobbing out my inadequacies...letting the loneliness run out...letting the fears fade as the tears dried up on my shirt. So today I began my day agitated with a headache...frustrated with my faults and failures...but I wept...I bawled, really if the truth be known. And now as day comes to end...I feel cleansed. In my eyes...if you know me well...I think you can still see the effects of those tears. But I feel purified. Rather than drowning in my frustrations, I let them seep out down my cheeks. It helped that my mom caught me in this act. She was here today to cook the meal for the Christmas celebration we were having with our Board of Directors tonight. I wasn't feeling much like celebrating. I had even contemplated trying to figure out how to leave the house while they were all here. But I was able to poor out the frustrations...the fears...the failures and reach for higher ground. I am so thankful she listened without judging...offered encouragement and even the suggestion of getting some counseling to help me process through all I am feeling and thinking. There is some physiological thing behind it along with lies from Satan and my own disobedience... Behind this wave that over takes me at times...that creates a melt down within me. There is much to be considered...more discussions to be had with the doctor and hubbie to figure out what meds we can afford...more structure in my life...most importantly time with God retraining my mind to think God's truth about me and not the world's lies. It is not something that will be conquered tomorrow or by next week. But for the moment I have felt healing and cleansing through the tears. And I feel the wave of tears coming on again..not as a release of pain this time but in a wave of thankfulness and contentment in the cleansing.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Great fun in Missourri
We spent two nights in Missourri at my grandfather's house on our 10 day trip. He cooked fresh from the chiken coop eggs and fresh bacon (seriously, he bought it where they come in pigs and go out bacon) for breakfast and made fresh homemade peanut brittle in the afternoon, per John's request! MMMMM!!! He had a blackberry cobbler, a pumpkin pie, chocolate chip cookies, and pineapple surprise cake all made when we got there. My mom gets it honestly people!!!!! My Grandpa is a great cook! Oh and homemade soup on the stove when we got there. It was so nice to sit by the fire and eat that first night. And it doesn't get any better than his homemade jellies - gooseberry, blackberry, and cinnamon apple butter. Needless to say I ate extremely well. It was fun to eat green beans and baked potatoes that were fruits of his garden early this year. I brought home a sweet potatoe from his garden so we can try and grow it here in the spring.
We didn't have enough gloves. Great Grandma Joanne saved the day.
Great Grandpa making peanut brittle. John can hardly wait for it to cool.
It was in the 20's the first morning. The kids all got bundled up and rolled down the hill in his back yard. I guess it created warmth? They got rides on his four wheeler and he pulled me, Spunky and Dimples in a wagon behind his tractor. We got to see the chickens...the only animals he still has on his farm. We went to my Uncle's to bottle feed his one month old calves. On our way there, Spunky had requested to hold the baby cow in her lap while feeding it. She had not counted on it being so much bigger than she was. The kids fed chickens at Uncle Buddy's farm and carried in fresh brown eggs.
Uncle Buddy and Dimples....Real farmers wear overalls! (and, apparently, red hats!! hee,hee!)
Somewhere in her mittens Spunky is holding an egg.
Be careful you might get seasick watching Dynamo feed the calf. I was trying to hold the baby and my little digital camera. The only thing missing is that not so fresh cow smell! John was only in the barn the length of this video and quickly escaped!
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