• 31Mar
    Categories: Grieving Comments: 2

    The tears flow freely tonight as I am separated from more family.  I’m tired of saying goodbye.  I look at the pictures of Dan and I in my new locket and wonder where my sense of adventure and zest for life have gone.

    I think I buried it.

  • 31Mar
    2nd Floor

    2nd Floor

     

    The second floor went up Monday, the trusses for the roof are supposed to go up Tuesday (today), and they are hoping to get the tin on the roof on Wednesday but they are calling for rain.  Please pray with us for good weather.

  • 31Mar
    Categories: Grieving Comments: 2

    In times of depression, lonliness, or despair I am tempted to say like Solomon, “Vanity of vanieties; all is vanity.” (Eccl. 1:2a)  Or, in other words, “What’s the point?  Why am I bothering with even trying to get up in the morning?  What is my life worth anyway?”

    But I am reminded in 1 Corinthians 15 “that my labour is not in vain”.  Paul is talking about the final victory over death.  He says “O death, where is thy sting?  O grave, where is thy victory?”  Then in the next verse he says that the only reason there is a sting to death is because of sin.  Death itself is because of sin. 

    “But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory . .”  This is not a victory over death, but rather in death.  I think death was God’s gift to us.  Once the world was cursed God knew that we wouldn’t want to live here forever anymore.  Let’s move on to heaven where things are as they should be.  Death is just a way for us to get from this sin-cursed world to heaven and the way that God intended for us to live. 

    God is giving us the victory over hopelessness.  Verse 58 gives us the ultimate victory.  It is a reason for continuing on, a motive (if you please) for getting up in the morning.  “Therefore, my beloved brethren, Be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.  In other words, Don’t give up hope, stand strong, anything you do for the Lord is not in vain.

    So, once again I find the courage to get up and face another day because in Jesus,  (singing)

    “It will be worth it all, when we see Jesus. 

    Life’s trials will seem so small, when we see Him. 

    One glimpse of His dear face, all sorrow will erase. 

    So bravely run the race, till we see Him.”

  • 29Mar
    Putting up Walls

    Putting up Walls

     

    More pictures on the pictures page!

  • 29Mar
    Categories: Grieving Comments: 1

    I’m losing again. 

    I am really starting to have issues with Eve for her part in this sin-cursed world.  And I am SO looking forward to that last powerful punch the Lord gives Satan.  That is a boxing match I am looking forward to.  Can I kick him too?

  • 27Mar

    There are many different details that make it possible, but to keep a long story short, the boys finished their school work today.  That’s a good thing.  I’ve been wanting to pack up the school stuff and get it out of the way, and I didn’t want to be trying to keep up with school while trying to build house.  Instead I will be taking the boys along some days to help with the house and we will give them some hands-on training as well as head knowledge.

    Report cards are a small thing.  I actually kind of enjoyed filling them out the first time I did them.  This is the first year that I have done report cards so I’m still trying to figure a few things out, but it’s so exciting to see what the boys accomplished.  At the bottom of our report cards there is two lines.  One line is for the teacher to sign (I guess it means that everything is true and accurate – at least as far as she knows), and the other line is for the parent to sign (proof that a parent actually got to see the report card).  Well, I figured it was a little redundant for me to sign as both the teacher and the parent, so I told Dan that he was going to have to be the parent in this particular case.   He thought I was a little silly as usual, but he went ahead and signed the first quarter.

    I love his signature. . . .

    The second quarter we were in PA having baby Caleb, and the third and fourth quarters I combined today.  Seeing Dan’s signature down there again makes me want to cry.  He only ever got to sign the boy’s report card once, and he will never get to sign the girls.  I’ll have to scrapbook them.

    .  I have a nice calendar of the whole year where I colored in the days that we had school, and right in the middle of it is this red thunder cloud over the day October 29, 2008.  The thing that really seems to bother me is the fact that we just kept going.  Yeah, we took some time off for travel, adjustments, grieving, baby Caleb’s arrival, etc, but there were still colored squares after that day.  We still did school work.  We still had to get up in the morning and do our thing.  Something that devestating, that life-changing, something that big should have made the whole world stop.  And even that doesn’t seem to be enough.  I can’t even imagine why it should even start back up again at all.

  • 27Mar

     Ohhhh!  My Daddy’s going to be laughing at me.  I just spent some time at the gym playing around with a basketball and keeping an eye on some kids and I am STIFF!  If 30 minutes of ball playing ( and playing is the operative word there, nothing serious) makes me want a hot shower and a bed, then what is half a day of construction work going to do to me?

    I remember scampering around on various roof’s helping my Dad and my Uncle Gary during the summers of my high school years.  I seem to have lost quite a bit of that flexibility already.  Amazing what 7 years of lazing around (totally different kind of work being pregnant) will do to a body.  Is it possible to get some of that back?  No wonder people complain that getting old is no fun.  And I was hoping to play football with my boys when they were in high school . . Amazing how dumb you can be as a teenager.

  • 25Mar

    Great Grandma Ewing and Aunt Ellen have arrived safe and sound!  They made the trip from Alberta, Canada without any major hassles and we are delighted to have them here.  Thank you, Lord.  Hopefully we will be able to spend some time at the park tomorrow so that the abundance of noise that all 16 grandchildren make (all 6 and under, may I remind you) will be less noticeable.  Smile 

    The kids warmed up to them right away.  Maranatha (2) demanded to sit on Great Grandma’s lap within minutes of being introduced.  Dassy (3) cuddled right up and wanted to sing, Benjamin(6) and Josiah (5) filled them in on countless pieces of information that were of major importance (such as the goings on in AWANA tonight, the lemonade Benjamin made for a school project, and the fact that Josiah is done school, but Benjamin isn’t), and Payden(1) and Abigail(4) gave them their big grins and bounced all over.

    They get it from their Dad.

  • 24Mar

    Every morning I am awakened by the sound of Caleb’s cries.  It’s as if he is saying, “Mom, something’s not right.  There is an emptiness in me that I know you can fill.  Come on, Mom.  Why don’t you do something about this?  Now! Mom!”  Being the good, responsible mother that I am Wink, I get up and prepare to feed him only to find him sucking on his fist, searching for what he knows is there somewhere, all the while complaining because he isn’t getting the sustenance that he wants.

    This morning I surprised myself by saying, “Let Mommy sastisfy you.” (I don’t usually like to talk that early in the morning. Smile)  For some reason that comment just really caught my attention and flew away with me to the regions of profound thought.

    I do this every day, too.  I cry, “God! I need you!  Something’s not right here.  I know you can fill me.  Well, come on, fill me, Now!”  And God is right there, willing to give me the sustenance I need.  But sometimes I fill my day with work, movies, books, activities, people, you name it, stuffing my fist into my mouth so to speak, trying to find something to fill a hole that only He can fill.  And then I get mad at Him for not feeding me.  If I would just stop and take a few minutes to rest in His arms,  read His Word and allow Him to fill me, then I wouldn’t have to spend my day trying to ease the hunger pains by stuffing my fist in my mouth.

    Silly, Liisa.  Quite being a baby.

  • 23Mar
    Flying basement walls!

    Flying basement walls!

    Basement entrance

    Basement entrance

    Wow!!  I get so excited when I look at these pictures!  I’ve been dreaming about this house (or at least one like it) for a very long time.  I never really expected it to happen.  And there it is!!  The hole is dug, the electric is there, and oh wow! I have a basement!!  And I love those walls!  I think they were pretty much done putting them up by lunch time and they have studs, insulation, and everything.  That makes it easier to finish it later, making it valuable living space.

    I can’t believe this is really happening!!  Thank you all!!  God is SO good!