A Beautiful Christmas Story: “Why the Chimes Rang”

Why the Chimes Rang

One December, when my children were young, and I was having a difficult time physically, I spent a lot of time reading to them, because that was about all I could manage. We read Christmas stories all month and that’s when I discovered this treasure. I’ve reprinted Why the Chimes Rang in full for you to enjoy as you celebrate the birth of Christ! So cuddle up on the couch with your loved ones and worship the Christ Child with Pedro and Little Brother.Continue Reading

Nourishment Has a Cost

Wardeh Harmon at Gnowfglins posted an article recently called Butchering Our First Grass Fed Beef. In the post, she records for us the butchering of the cow that her family raised for beef. I’m a beef eater and am aware of the processes involved in slaughtering and butchering a cow, although it is not something I have ever witnessed.  Reading her post and especially viewing her photos were difficult for me. I was especially troubled by seeing this cow alive one moment and the next …. gone. I really had to take a moment to analyze my thoughts and emotions. Is it just because I’m a city girl far removed from what is really involved with getting food on my table? I’m sure that plays into it. But what I realized is this. Death is an enemy (1Corinthians 15:26). It should always cause us to stop and pause. Because of the death of another, I live. In the physical realm, I need to be aware that another creature’s life nourishes me, and that is not to be taken lightly. More importantly, my soul lives because of the death of another. Left to myself, I wander and am lost. Jesus, that day on the cross, gave His life as a sacrifice so that I may live. I deserved punishment, but He paid the price. And I am fed and nourished. I’m grateful for Wardeh’s post because it was a physical reminder to me of a wonderful spiritual truth.

Shared at: Homesteader Blog Carnival, Monday Mania, Homestead Barn Hop, Fat Tuesday, Living Green, Hearth and Soul, Traditional Tuesday, Teach Me Tuesday, Frugal Days Sustainable Ways, Real Food Wednesday, Rural Thursday, Simple Lives Thursday, Freaky Friday, Homeacre Hop

Born Again Dirt: Book Review

Born Again Dirt: Farming to the Glory of God by Noah Sanders was published a few months ago, and I devoured it immediately. I don’t consider myself a writer, and so it has taken me a while to review it. (Sounds like a strange thing to say for someone with a blog, but my posts are more a chronicle of what I do, that don’t require a lot of writing skill). But the book is frequently on my mind, and I thought it valuable enough to force myself to do it.Continue Reading

Winter Urns

Have you ever been asked to take on a task that you very much wanted to do, but which also made you a bit nervous? I recently had the opportunity to decorate three urns for the outside of our church building. I am a vegetable gardener. That qualifies me, right? My only previous experience working with evergreens is making a yearly Christmas wreath to hang on our chimney.

The church did not have urns, so part of my responsibility was shopping for them. The selection is limited this time of year, but I did manage to find three matching urns. I also purchased plastic pots to use as inserts. I reasoned that it would be easier to work with a smaller pot and then just place those into the urns when completed. Mike added rope handles to make lifting so much easier. I filled each of these with sand to hold the evergreens in place.

The weather has been beautiful and Mike and I had a wonderful time in the woods collecting evergreen branches, pine cones, and mountain laurel twigs. I also used some store bought white branches and red berries to add some color. I first built a “skirt” of branches at the edge of the pot, then added the white branches to give the arrangement some height. I filled in between with mountain laurel and more greens. I then attached pine cones to sticks with wire and used these to add some accent. I did the same with the purchased red berries.

I delight in God’s creation, and my hope is that the display will reflect what He has created. Hopefully, the aroma of fresh greens will refresh those in our congregation as they enter the building to worship Him!

This is My Father's World

This is my Father’s world, and to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world: I rest me in the thought

 Of rocks

and trees,

of skies

and seas; His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father’s world,

the birds their carols raise,

 The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker’s praise.

This is my Father’s world: He shines in all that’s fair;

In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Father’s world. O let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong,

God is the ruler yet.

 This is my Father’s world: the battle is not done:
Jesus Who died shall be satisfied,
And earth and Heav’n be one.