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

Friday, October 07, 2022



(These campari tomatoes were prolific this year- and amazingly, the plants were started by the seed of a grocery store tomato!) 

Spring blossoms burst into summer abundance and now, only the most robust and stalwart blooms, stand fearless against impending frost.

Sun-warmed tomatoes plucked and popped in cheeks have been replaced by roasted veggies caramelizing on sheets.

Bare toes and bare bellies are now clad in cotton and rubber.

Candles have replaced late sunsets.

Suppers are, once again, relegated to the dining room.

Soups, warm bread, apples, pumpkin and cinnamon; they call to me.

Summer happened- one of our busiest yet.  The people who never leave home, wound up doing so TWICE. TWO separate vacations.  One fancy.  One campy.  I turned the big 4-0.  Matt and I celebrated the big 2-0.  
And in the meantime, we lived.  

Pictures of it all will come... sometime.

In the meantime, we are in the midst of winter/clothing switchover (for all those who do this thing- you understand!)

We started h'learning and it is not for the faint of heart.   (for all those who do this thing, you understand!)

There is food rotting in the gardens though I vowed not to waste A BIT OF IT yet I can't seem to make room for the "doing of it" either. (for all those who do this thing, you understand!)

There is not enough time in the day to do all that needs to be done. (for all those living, I am sure you understand!)

So I plod along, trying (sometimes, successfully, sometimes less so) to be content that God put me in this place, in this time, with these many tasks set before me and people who depend upon me... and He did it on PURPOSE.   
Not only that- but a thing I (we ALL?) forget too often is that the Giver of the jobs was the very Same that made the boundaries of time.  

I take this to mean that it is OKAY that I have too many things to do in a single day.  The Lord doesn't expect me to get it all done in a day. Lo and behold, a new day dawns.  There is work to be done.  I shouldn't feel guilty if my list isn't as dwindled as I wish it were (though I sometimes do).  I needn't be overwhelmed (though I often am).  
I am working on that.

I have been reflecting on these fabulous quotes from Elisabeth Elliott and trying to soak up the wisdom and truth within...

The fact is, as believers, it is not about us.  It is not about my happiness, my joy, my wellbeing.  It is about the glory of God and the kingdom of Christ.  The only means to real joy and contentment is to make His glory the supreme objective of my life.


This job has been given to me, therefore it is a gift.  Therefore, it is a privilege.  Therefore it is an offering I may make to God.  Therefore, it is to be done gladly, if it is done for Him.
Here, not somewhere else, I may learn God's ways. In this job, not in some other, God's looks for faithfulness.


Anonymous said...

Here I am, a decade and some loose change farther down the road than you, wishing I had been more mindful of God back then and more deliberate in the living, and I am grateful to see youngers around me who are. And so I am trying to live life more purposefully, a little late to the game but still in it nonetheless, and praying more for those who come behind that they will be strengthened for the task. It seems impossible. But HE has promised and is faithful. Carry on, soldier!

Terri said...

It is good to hear from you and read this post. You've had a busy and full summer it sounds like. Thank you for always reminding us of the importance of faithfully doing the tasks the Lord gives us to do.

Rochelle said...

Love your blog so much. Giving me so much hope. Please don’t ever stop!

Monica said...

I so understand. But I have missed you! Must start those snail mail letters back so I won’t have to worry about you! Lovely photos of a lovely life. Beautiful cuties. Gorgeous food and flowers. Wonderful words. So good to hear from you, Rebecca. Take care. PS. Forties stink. All of sudden, aging skin happens. It’s not nice. Be warned.

Oh well we have lots of distractions right?! :) Monica

another Rebecca said...

I'm pretty sure that leaving some of it to rot in the garden improves the soil and you are making a deposit for next year's crop. Fret not. :)

Els Drijfhout said...

So lovely to see an update, pictures from the kids, the bounty of your garden, the results of you hard work! Oh, how this brings back the memories of our visit this summer!
You've spurred me on to action; the sun is shining and I see some very dirty windows. This time I'll not let them wait till tomorrow; something else can ;)
PS wish we had summers like yours, so I could grow peppers. I keep trying, without success

Rebecca said...

Anonymous- so loved your comment. Yes, carry on!

Terri and Rochelle- thank you for always visiting me here!

Monica- I found a half written letter to you from SPRING... not only do I need to WRITE those happy snail mail letters- but I need to send them. ;-) Not only 40's skin- but apparently all your hair falls out too. *sob*

Rebecca- oh my. Now THAT is a perspective I like. ;-)

Els- it was GREAT fun to have you! I think of it fondly every time I use my London phone booth towel! But don't be deceived, pepper years are almost never as plentiful as this one was!