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

Monday, June 06, 2011

Not quite Gold.

Week number 2 of our new life, and I have made a few realizations:

1) It doesn't take long for creeks to dry out when no rain is in the forecast and that is true with money too.

2) Even though we lived very frugally before~ shopping at yard sales, cooking from scratch, buying in bulk/using coupons and not being spendthrifts...now that every.single.cent counts, I realize how rich we really were living. Like saying no to that beautiful hanging flower basket that I really, really want and never even questioned buying before.

3) Weekly menus are really effective when trying to avoid the market and use what you have. And of course, on days when you don't have the luxury to buy a pizza but you really, REALLY don't want to cook. Everyone has those days SOMETIMES, right? Or is that just me?

4) The job didn't just change, but our lifestyles as well. For the better. Matt being home has been the best thing for him physically, emotionally, spiritually, and relationship-wise.

5) This new way of life is the best thing for me, as well, if only because of the purifying it has and is causing in my life.

Worrisome times are worth enduring if they cause you to reach for, and cling to, God.

Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ: By whom also we have access by faith into this grace wherein we stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God. And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience; And patience, experience; and experience, hope: And hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.
~Romans 5:1-5

A few gifts named, though so many more lived quietly:

801: Sharing a bed with my husband EVERY night

802: Cotton yarn and crochet hooks

803: Patio eating

804: nightly runs

805: three meals a day, together

806: Papa taking part in the school day as well

807: impromptu kickball after dinner

808: a quart of strawberries, our own

809: jobs undone for months, finally being got to

810: baskets. Baskets for gathering, baskets for hauling, baskets of food giving and gifting and hauling around projects in transit.

811: a fan in the window at night

812: a new office for Matt, a place all his own and the sweat it took to make it

813: His dinner suggestions, when I have not a clue.

814: a washing machine that works

815: deer that jump right over your dog and the laughing that ensues afterward.

816: a LETTER from a FRIEND! Just when I needed it.

817: Prospects

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