What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

That's one way to look at it.



I am busy these days, overwhelmingly so. OR I could look at it as I am never ever bored with a mundane life.

Company is expected this weekend which means: 1) Friday needs to wait a bit to arrive so I can be ready. 2) Friday can't get here soon enough, to visit. It's all in how you look at it.

I am in the thick of hauling what has been long out of sight-back INTO sight as we prepare to get our Christmas tree tonight. The house is extremely messy right now. But think of it TONIGHT!

The spray roses pictured I bought along with some other flowers to make a bouquet as a gift to our hosts for Thanksgiving. A few sprigs couldn't fit in the vase I made for them, so I got to keep some for myself. They are already half dead, but what a beautiful sight it is to see fresh flowers on my table, even if they aren't quite FRESH. :-)

My sewing machine bit the dust this past week. More like, swallowed it whole and then asphyxiated. I don't know WHAT I am going to do until I can save up enough money to buy another one. The 8 or so handmade Christmas gifts I had in mind, mittens for my little kittens, the flannel PJ's, the matching Christmas outfits for the children I had planned, the hopeful's for my Etsy shoppe...all were buried with it. A piece of me died with it. Seriously. That sounds REALLY dumb-but it's true. My sewing machine and my camera are my two sidekicks and now I am off balance. On the other hand, all those stitching plans might not have meshed well with already being overwhelmed.

My glasses, the ones I have owned for as many years as I have fingers, the ONLY ones I have that were WAY out-dated perscription-wise- were bent and twisted beyond repair by a certain set of naughty fingers and now I have none. ON the other hand, I do have contacts, which doesn't NEED to be so.

This house is strewn with mice. And squirrels are living in the walls. However, they haven't yet discovered my KITCHEN and are slowly dying off as our traps are being set. So, is it really all THAT bad?

We can't afford lavish clothes, food, or ANYTHING lavish for that matter and when you want something that is LAVISH or even NOT lavish (like a new sewing machine!) it can make you glum. On the other hand, we have no debt and are saving money. SLowly but surely. For our someday house and land. That makes everything lavish less appealing and every necessary purchase put back into perspective.

I am in charge of decorating yet another bridal shower, this time to a more difficult-to-please bridal family so I am a bit stressed that I meet their expectations. On the other hand, this is a CHURCH shower and I am no paid party planner, so whatever I do should be received with thankfulness. Besides, I do very much love to decorate and plan parties!

My arms are feeling mighty empty now, as another month passes by with no remorse that there will be no Christmas present named Baby on it for me. But, last night I tearfully kissed the foreheads of my sleeping babes and whispered sweet secrets in their ears as they slept...and the corner of their mouths curled up in a sleepy, dreamy, happy smile. I have two that didn't need to be mine. But they are, on loan from the Lord above.

My husband used to write me love poems quite often and though he said he was planning to do another soon, I haven't seen it. Yet, as we laid in bed last night he stroked my hair and looked at me in a most thoughtful way and told me I was beautiful and that he was so glad I was his wife.

So you see, I suppose it's all in how you look at it.




And just because: I noticed another little beastie in the kids' room. And worse, right INSIDE the ARMOIRE for Corynn!



but this one I do hope stays for a while.

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