
Today is my wonderful Grandma's 90th birthday. A little bird tells me she will soon be online. Happy birthday Grandma! I love you!!!
When Billy and I began our long-distance courtship in March of 1999, it was with the express goal of finding out if God wanted us to marry or not. Neither one of us was interested in a casual relationship. To this day I’m not a fan of undefined relationships—It was always good to know where we stood and enabled us to be deep and honest with each other from the beginning.
We were an unlikely couple, coming from diametrically opposite backgrounds and 10 years apart in age, but the encouragement of godly friends and family gave us the courage to step out and begin our journey together.
If one word characterized our relationship, it would be questions. We asked each other hundreds, if not thousands, of questions as our friendship progressed. We wanted to leave no stone unturned. Unbeknown to the other, each of us had a list of “non-negotiables,” issues that would have caused us to break the courtship off immediately if we discovered that we weren’t in agreement. We believed strongly that we should be united in our most important beliefs about God, family, and life.
By October we had reached an impasse. There were no more questions to ask without moving to a more intimate level than we were comfortable with, as a couple not yet engaged. (Except, of course, the things we didn’t know to ask, the things we later actually had conflict about, like the right way to make a peanut butter sandwich!) Yet we knew the time wasn’t right for engagement either. We felt very frustrated. We sort of limped along in a melancholy state for a couple more months, when everything finally began to fall into place. We entered a 2-week period of intensively seeking God to make sure we heard clearly regarding His will. This is the short version, but let’s just say the God made it abundantly clear to both of us (independently of the other) that He wanted us to marry. How that would play out, though, I was not sure.
The day before he was scheduled to move 6 hours away (as opposed to the current 3), Billy came to visit my family. When he asked me if I wanted to go out to eat after church that night, I was immediately suspicious since we’d never been out without a chaperone before. (Yeah, we are old-fashioned.) On the way I kept asking, “What is going on?!” He said, “Well, I’m about to move a long way off. Don’t you think it would be nice to go out one time before I leave?”
There was one problem no one had thought of. Nothing is open late on Sunday evening in a small town. We drove all over the place looking for a decent open restaurant, and when it became clear that we weren’t going to find anything, we had to settle for Jack in the Box! Somehow proposing in Jack in the Box just didn’t seem quite right, so we drove back to the house and talked for a very long time parked in the driveway. Finally Billy proposed, and I (obviously) said yes!
He moved the next day and we only saw each other once after that, before our wedding three months later. One year after we met, we were married, and we’ve lived happily ever after! I have to say that the absolute assurance that God gave us to each other has carried us through some tough times that might have otherwise rocked our marriage. Even when we encounter challenges, we never, ever wonder if we made a mistake, because we know that no matter what, God put us together. We were in love when we got engaged, but that is not why we married. We married because God wanted us to. And that makes our love that much sweeter.
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe---
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
The old moon asked the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!"
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea---
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish---
Never afeard are we";
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam---
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
'T was all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought 't was a dream they 'd dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea---
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
Our church has a blended service that’s light on hymns and heavy on rockin’ praise and worship. We love it! But I don’t want my kids to miss out on the richness of hymns either. I know a lot of people in similar circumstances complain because their kids are not learning hymns in church. Well, I have a novel alternative—I teach the kids hymns myself. Billy and I believe that we are to be the primary spiritual instructors for our children, and church should merely reinforce that. We love our praise and worship time at church, and we love our time of learning hymns at home!
You don’t have to be a great musician to sing hymns together. We just sing a capella. Little ones honestly do not care what you sound like, but the wonderful words are getting into their hearts and souls, and their little ears easily pick up the simple measured tune and rhythm. I’ve found that small children really love hymns, whether they have been previously exposed to them or not. If you don’t know hymns yourself, I’d encourage you to get a CD of classic hymns to play in your home. They are soothing, peaceful, and rich with the doctrines of Christianity.
School this year is going so much more smoothly than it did last year. It seems that although I’m a homeschool graduate myself, it’s taken me several years to get in a homeschool groove that fits our family well.
Silas is especially enjoying preschool. I learned a lot from Preschoolers and Peace this year. One of those things was the idea of Circle Time. When we have Circle Time, we are doing preschool, but everyone is included. Sarah (2) is catching bits of this and that, and
As I’ve mentioned before, Silas has not been exceptionally eager to learn preschool skills till the past few weeks. This coincided nicely with the start of our school year. He already knew some of his letters, but we’re going systematically through the alphabet, focusing on a letter a week. I got this idea from Tenniel at School@Home, one of the first homeschool blogs I ever read. I’m sure it’s not unique to her, but her simple and straightforward descriptions of exactly how they did their letter of the week definitely inspired me to follow a similar pattern.
During A week we read A books, made glitter A’s, practiced writing A’s, and learned an A hymn. In fact, my goal is to teach the kids a hymn for every letter of the alphabet. (More on that in the next post.) For B week, one of our favorite activities was the “B” book we made. Book starts with B, and we filled our B books with magazine pictures of things that started with B…bumblebees, bicycles, berries, boys, books, boats. What a lot of messy cutting and pasting fun!
This is C week. Monday we talked about the letter C, and then as a special treat we walked to the old-fashioned ice cream parlor around the corner and the kids each got a candy stick. (Candy starts with C, get it?) They have the old-time display of many-flavored candies for just 15 cents. That was a cheap and fun reinforcement.
How many times have I used the word fun in this post? A bunch I think. I have always known God called me to homeschool my children, but I have never been one of those moms that just loves and adores the teaching part of homeschooling. Until this year. While we have our challenges, it’s now a joy!
Well, I’ll ease back into this blogging thing with our happy news. It looks like another sweet little person will join our family this spring. We are excited, but said sweet little person has sure been making life miserable for me the past couple months! Hence the lousy blogging. I just have to thank those of you who have stuck around in spite of unsubstantial to nonexistent posting…I’m beginning to see light at the end of the tunnel, but most of the past weeks have been spent on the couch. The spirit is nesting, but the body is really rebellious!
I still have a lot of catching up to do, so I don’t plan to post as often as I was, at least until I get a handle on my sadly neglected house and family. However, I have a few partly finished posts and plenty of ideas, so I will be around.
If you have been waiting to hear from me, please be patient. Or I should say thank you for being so patient. I have a few things to put in the mail and some emails to write which should hopefully be out in the next day or so. I am behind on absolutely everything.
As for other news from here, there isn’t a lot going on. The weather has finally cooled to something like bearable (under 90). I have always loved fall (or as I say we have here, “fall”), but since living in wickedly hot climates, it’s that much more welcome. In spite of feeling so poorly, I’ve had the urge to cook and bake. This afternoon the kids and I made a peach crumble from summer peaches in the freezer, and also a banana pudding. Billy’s family seems to have a tradition of making multiple (not just more that one, but many, many) dishes, including dessert, and why not—his mother is truly the best cook I know. So I justify the baking splurge with the excuse of family tradition. Or “fall”. Or nesting. Or something. Perhaps I don’t really need a good excuse to make multiple desserts.
I’m off to fix supper…Maybe I’ll be able to muster a decent post tomorrow!
A truly worthless human being that found out he was important enough for someone to care about.
I saw somewhere that you shop once a month??!!? I have to know how this works and what your list looks like! Maybe you could do a new frugal post on once a month shopping with a list example. Also, how do you keep fresh things in the house? Do you shop the local farmer's market?