Friday, March 30, 2012

Blessings of Home Life

Bread risingI sometimes think the blessings of home-life are not given much praise. The sweeping and washing of floors. Endless dishes to wash after the making and cooking of meals. The laundry that piles up waiting for washing. Toilets that need scrubbing. Cobwebs that need to be swept down from ceilings. Not to mention the cupboards that are needing re-tidying and re-organizing. Closets and dresser drawers that are hard to close because of overcrowding.Porches to tidy, little bums to clean, phones to answer, internet to look at, books to read, sewing to do and all kinds of other handiwork. And all that and still look as fresh as a daisy. That did not include the cow to milk or a calf to pull or a chicken house to clean, a garden to weed or to plant so you can weed. And on and on BUT still the blessings of freshly baked bread. The smell of homemade soup.  Being able to eat off of clean dishes. Not afraid to use the bathroom cause it looks so nice a clean. Climbing into a fresh smelling nicely made bed after a long hard days work. There are so many sweet blessings of the daily living in the homes God has blessed us with. I only pray that all of you who have a home will feel the honour that has been bestowed upon you. That you can truly look upon this as a blessing and not a drudgery. That you can take a quiet pride in all that you do even if the family does not fully comprehend all that you do.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Moose(y) Monday Morning

Comforting sounds of the coffee making in its electric pot. The automatic washing machine chuga-chugging away as the bedding gets washed. The fire in the wood heater gives an occasional sparking throwing its welcomed warmth into the kitchen. The very comfortable so-called working cow-dogs stretch out on the floor soaking in the heat.. Large brown moose have nibbled their way across the wee island over the frozen snow-covered river to Laurene's cabin and meandered off into the bush behind it. Always pulling at a willow here and there.Snow-laden trees are their only cover.
Silence fills the air. The deep silence of a cold march morning in an almost forgotten corner of the Cariboo country here in the northwest central British Columbia.
That was Monday morning now it is Tuesday the temperatures have fallen to 30 below zero. Moonbeams are still touching our part of the world somehow making it magical inspite of the cold. Hinting of dawn is being greeted by numerous over-zealous roosters.
I love the mornings~~well I actually love the days too but mornings are somehow my favourite time of the day. This morning with my cup of tea in hand and my fire stoked dressed in warm flannel I am going to cut out a new nightie and crochet on some of the afghans I have on the go.
This is the day that the LORD has made.
Let us rejoice and be glad in it. Psalm 118:24
Have a great Tuesday