Good morning guys! It’s Thursday!!! My favorite!!! I thought that we would just chat it up a little today. Nothing specific in this post. That okay? Okay!
So…the fair is in our neck of the woods this week. The hottest time of the year. Lol! My Mister and our son went to the livestock show this week. They sent me the sweetest shot of our son and his buddy…heading for a funnel cake. I love this!!!
I did a little revamping this week. If you follow along on IG…some of this is old news. Anyway, I kept seeing these cloches in our storage area and they were calling my name. Vintage bread board, succulents, Currier and Ives, and cloches. You can’t go wrong. 😉
I posted this to FB this week. It just jumped right out and slapped me. (Lord, please help me to be a cheerleader for those around me. I want to have a pure heart! Amen.) People often say that life is short…which is true…but life is such a gift. Wasting it on jealousy and petty things is just sad. I wanna be a rooter!!! You know…rooting folks on. I told a sweet, sweet, momma at church last night, that we were rooting for her. We are. Her baby girl is having some scary health complications and we are holding them up in prayer. That is real life. Genuine, heart to heart, stuff. I wanna live there. God is good, isn’t He? And the folks say…”All the time.”
Love from the Farmhouse,
p.s. Thanks for chattin’ it up with me!!! Leave me a comment! I love to read them!
Holiday weekends are fun aren’t they? While we remember those that have given their lives to protect us…and our loved ones that have went on to Heaven…we usually gather with family. That is such a gift. I learn that more and more…the older I get. So weekend vibes feel alive and well today.
We have new babies on the farm, so with feeding them four times a day, our weekend vibe will be busy. We have a momma goat that totally would not feed her twins. Then another that only took one. Sooooo…we are striving to give these babies the best chance possible.
Whatever you guys do this weekend…may Jesus bless you and warm your heart. May you quietly look around and absorb the love of your family. That is one of my favorite things to do. I used to see my dad doing that. He would just be enjoying his family and sitting there with a little smile. My granddad was the same way. I have been blessed with good teachers.
I promised this tribute months ago. I just couldn’t. Honestly…I can hardly type it out today. That being what it is, it needs to be said, and Brother Hight definitely deserves these few humble words and much more. Sometimes you just have to pull yourself up by the boot straps…because it’s the right thing to do. So…today we are going to talk a bit about larger than life.
A few days after my dad’s passing and service, I was texting Brother Hight, because I was a mess and I needed help. It was an exchange of just a few words (We were all a mess. Tragedy does that.) and I remember him telling me…in maybe not so many words…that it was so hard because my dad seemed larger than life. Well today I say…it takes one to know one.
I’m not going talk about the funny things, even though they would bring this post up out of the mully grubs. I could fill this blog with funny happenings, sayings, and crazy expressions across the congregation. Not this time though. This time…we are going to talk about things that are out of this world.
Okay…one funny thing. I was in the hospital, having our second child, and Brother Hight was at a class in another town. When he called to check on me…I said “You tell him…you picked a fine time to leave me Lucille.” The strange part was…he had said the same thing on the other end. Lol! That happens when you help people raise their kids. Influence is bigger than we sometimes realize.
I know your time is valuable and I won’t keep you much longer…but the things that were larger than life…are these, in no certain order:
- Dedicating all three of our babies to the Lord.
- Baptizing all three of our children. Two of them in our backyard pool.
- When I would tell him about a problem, his words, “I understand.”
- His bravery in so many ways. I don’t think he knew how brave that he was. We did.
- His kindness to the downtrodden. That said more than a million sermons. Softy. 😉
I could go on and on. Twenty five years worth of knowing someone and looking up to them…creates a lifetime of memories actually. But today…one year since Brother Hight slipped into the arms of Jesus…I wanted to write about the big impact that he made. I needed to share this with my readers and keep my word. Most of all I just needed to say this:
Brother Hight…you were and are larger than life. You are so much more than this world now. You are basking in the joy of forever with Jesus. You always were a trail blazer…and now more than ever. Your light still shines bright, it always will.
Love from the Farmhouse,
I went to the ophthalmologist a while back. I was having major vision complications..and he decided that is was due to the side effects of some meds that I had been on. He then looked me right in the eyes and said “Some of us just seem destined to suffer…but it makes us better people.”
It doesn’t feel that way does it? It feels hard, and scary, and we feel like we are failing the test. We feel like we don’t know which way to turn…or who to go to for help. Then we remember that God knows all and we take a deep breath.
I’m not going to candy coat it. Life gets hard at times. Super duper hard. Sometimes…super duper scary. I was reading in the book of James this morning about God sending trials our way. Guess why? To make us better people. Hmmm…seems that I’ve heard that somewhere recently. 😉
Sweet friend, if life has been a little on the tough side lately…I want to share something with you. Tomorrow is Good Friday and to the world…it looked like the end. This is the kicker: God could see the big picture and He knew that Jesus wasn’t finished with His work. Things were going to look brighter. What had happened was only going to make everyone better.
You see…it looked like a trial…but it became a triumph. Oh Glory!
Love from my heart to yours,
Today, my mom came over. She is precious. She also has shingles. Nothing is touching the pain…so I whipped up a mix of essential oils for her, doctored her sores, and wrapped my arms around her gently, and asked Jesus to help her. She was feeling better in no time. Thank You Jesus!
That is an old picture. Neither one of us has felt that good in a while. I am on the heat pad…as we speak. Anyway…after that…we decided to ride to town to get something to eat…just as we were. Don’t ask. Lol!
Anyway…we did run through the drive thru at “the Dairy Queen.” Chicken basket anyone? On the way back we, of course, hit the dirt road. They are inevitable if you want to get back to our little hillside farm.
We found this beauty, in the spring sunshine.
Dirt road riding is a favorite of mine. It is a means of relaxation. Mom and I have been doing that…my whole life. I am thankful to live on a dirt road. I will trade it for a clean vehicle…any day of the week.
By the way…while I still have you here…I wanted to say thank you. Thank you for reading my few words. Thank you for mentioning to my husband that you read my blog…and thank you for the comments. They mean so much to me. Thank you also for being patient…while I try to get my health back on track. It has been a booger bear the last couple of years. I never knew…but now I know. Compassion fills my heart for those that feel cruddy…every day. Anyway…just thanks. My Dirt Roaders are the best!!!
Love from the dirt road,
I know. Shocking. Two posts in two days. I aim to please. Lol! Soooo…two things. Well…maybe three.
1. If you have a man that brings you a white pumpkin home from the grocery store…keep him.
2. McDonald’s has really upped their game. Their fries taste better out of those little baskets. 🙈
Love from the Farmhouse,
Hey all! How are we doing on this Thursday morning? I am toodling along. Laundry is going, plans for supper are made, and now I’m sitting down with you. Just a visit from the farmhouse today.
It’s supposed to rain in SoMo today. We all voted for a big ol’ Crock Pot of chili, for supper tonight. Can you tell that we are anxious for fall weather? Our pastures can use the rain. I am thankful for the forecast today.
I hope that you guys have a wonderful day! I hope to post my cloth napkin turned curtains…if I can ever get them to meet my standards. Lol! I am a bit picky with window treatments. (They make me crazy!)
Love from the Farmhouse,
You made it guys! The weekend is here. Sleeping in on your agenda for tomorrow? Are you feeling it yet? Weekend…woo hoo!
Love from the Farmhouse,
Seventeen years ago today…I was finishing up three weeks of bed rest. I was also heading to the hospital to deliver our child. She was our first for me to deliver, I had miscarried before her. Wow…seventeen years ago. Time flies when you are having fun! She is a treasure…not only to her daddy and I…but to the other blessings that followed her.
Seventeen years ago today…we were living in a little trailer park on the outskirts of town in a tiny little mobile home. We had no idea how to be parents…but we had (and have) a strong faith in God, and we trusted that He would help us. He has. He is good like that.
Seventeen years ago…I learned what pain was, and joy…in the same moment. I watched as they worked on a tiny little girl, giving her oxygen, and making sure that she was going to be okay. I was a mother. The highest calling, second only to already being a wife. I was beginning my life’s greatest work. Something that I will do all my days…even when my children are grown. My life was no longer about just me, just my husband and I, but about making sure that this tiny infant could navigate in this crazy world. Seventeen years later I see that so much more clearly than I did then.
I have always wanted to be a mother. Actually…that was all that I ever wanted to be, a wife and mother. I feel that for over twenty years now…I have been living the dream and I look forward to many more of those years. Being a wife and mother has made me a better person. I am so thankful for that. It has taught me that we are truly happy when we don’t make life about ourselves…but about others.
Happy Birthday Angel Baby,