• 27Jul

    Our Open House was a success!!!  The kids didn’t make any major messes.  We had PLENTY of food (we will probably be eating leftovers all week even after we ‘shared’).  We had over 70 people show up, plus the many who showed up the week before and we told several to stop by when they had the time.  A couple stars got added to my map.  We even had an article written about the whole thing and run in the local paper.  Check it out at


    Thank you all for praying.  Now it’s time to relax, get started on the piles of paperwork, and do some more grieving that I’ve been putting off until after the Open House. 

    My next major hurdle is school.  The kids are pushing me to get started on that.  We need the routine.  I was thinking that I might start early again this year, but then someone informed me that August starts next week.  I haven’t done any ordering of supplies yet, so I think I might miss the “early” part.  I am determined to get my chore lists out and started this week.  The kids need some responsibilities again.  Of course, it does look like it could be a pretty busy week, so we shall see.

  • 19Jul
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    The tears are pouring in torents tonight.  I’ve just learned that our little Wyatt has joined my Danny in heaven.  Dan and I prayed for Wyatt and his parents on many occasions and with my own loss still so fresh the pain of yet another loss bowls me over and knocks me to the ground.  I find myself blasting God with all the “why’s?” that I didn’t feel comfortable doing after the loss of Dan.  I struggle to remember that God loves me, and my family members.  I feel like my somewhat shaky faith might have taken another blow. 

    I can remember fighting with Dan.  We would fight, I would find a way to blow off some energy, and then somehow I would find the courage to come back to Dan, touch him, hug him, cuddle back into the arms that I knew loved me.  The problem may not have always been resolved, but I knew that because we loved each other we would continue to work at it until we did solve it.  I didn’t need imediate answers.  I just needed to know that he heard me, and then that he loved me.  I guess I’m doing the same thing with God.  I just need to know that He hears me, and then I can snuggle back in His arms and trust that He is working all things together for good.

    This too, shall pass.  Take good care of Wyatt, Danny.

  • 19Jul

    I asked the kids what they wanted to name our van (I have always named my vehicles starting with Burpo, and going through Corky, the Green Box, etc, etc).  I had to laugh when they told me they wanted to name our van HERBIE!!  Our 11 passenger van is a far cry from a little bug!

    As for our house, I think I’m just going to stick with “The House that God Built”.  It just really says it all to me.  Not very poetic, but appropriate.

  • 14Jul

    I’m tired this morning.  I was listening to the sound of the big cat running around outside making yard when I heard the little bobcat start its engine.  I smiled and thought, “Grandpa wants to play with his toy, too.”  Then I remembered the times I would sit on his lap while he drove the skidster around doing whatever job needed doing.  Sometimes we got to ride in the bucket, sometimes he let us move the levers, and when I got older I even got the chance to run the thing myself.

    This past summer Dan rented a little “worky thing” too, and did some reshaping of our yard in WV.  He gave his kids rides, too.  Sometimes I would just stop whatever I was doing, take a chair and go sit outside and watch him work.  He’d look up, see me watching and grin as I made exaggerated faces telling him that I was watching those muscles and was quite in awe of his talents.  I liked to watch him chop wood, too.

    Apparently I’m not the only one who woke up tired.  Josiah (6) is whining about not being able to get the bread open.  Guess I’d better go rescue him.  The demands begin for another day.

    Praise the Lord for yard!!!

  • 09Jul

    More pictures on the pictures page.    Sorry it’s taken so long for me to get these uploaded.  Like I said previously we are still working on things.  The master bedroom pictures are actually quite a bit outdated at this point due to the arrangement of furniture, adding filing cabinets, a big desk for scrapbooking, bills, etc, and I’m hoping to get a small comfy chair for in there too.

    The garage is also coming along nicely.  I’ve got spots out there for all the kids shoes and coats.  The freezer is out there and we also have a corner that we are arranging for tools.  It’s looking good.

    God has blessed us.

  • 09Jul


    Laundry Room

    Laundry Room

    Play Room

    Play RoomSchool Room

  • 07Jul
    Incredible as it may be, Smile there are jobs here in the states that are quite dangerouse!  I ran into one the other day.  Or, to be more precise, it ran into me.  I was just waltzing along doing my motherly duties (with a bit of fun thrown in) when from out of the blue I was attacked by none other than MY SHOPPING CART!!  Who would have thought that shopping could be dangerous!  I definitely wasn’t alert and ready for my shopping cart to just jump out from behind an aisle and demand all my money (although technically . . . Smile).  I was contemplating crutches for a little bit there and wondering if I should report this abuse to the authorities.  How dare that shopping cart mistreat me and run away with my groceries!?  I’m just a “poor wittle mama twying to feed me babies”.  Smile 
    So anyway, other than a limp, peg leg, and an eye patch I seem to be doing fine.  In the future I will have to remember that all is not as it seems and that some shopping carts may be hiding their true feelings from the world and could actually be out to get their masters of oppression. 
    Just think, how would you like to be chained to several other like beings until you are released to haul heavy loads through wind and rain, snow and ice,  threatened with the junk yard if your joints are squeaky, grouched at and beat on when your appendages want to go the opposite way your slave driver wishes, and when it’s all done you get chained back up again without a drop of oil to keep you going.  It’s a terrible life.  No wonder my shopping cart felt the need to break loose and make a bid for freedom.  I must remember to have more compassion on those around me.  Who knows what they might be putting up with.
  • 07Jul

    Even though we are moved in the work still continues.  For example:

    • Laundry lines installed
    • Cement poured for the garage and back patio
    • A porch built to protect the front door
    • A sidewalk framed and poured to keep us out of the mud
    • Back patio fenced so that the younger children (namely Payden [1]) can play outside in a confined area
    • Stones put down on the driveway
    • Electrical finished
    • Library door hung
    • Shelves built and filled for the library
    • Desks built for the school room
    • Tool bench set up in the garage for our tools (Dan’s)

    And so on and so on.

    Tonight we spent several hours compiling lists, finding addresses, cutting and folding cards, and sending out invitations for the next big project on our list – an Open House.  On Saturday, July 25 from 11-4 we are hosting an Open House for everyone who helped with this “little” project.  I’m excited.  My Dad is working on a PowerPoint presentation chronicling the entire project from start to finish (we’ve been taking lots of pictures).  I’ve been trying out a few recipes for some of the snacks and such we want to have available.  I’m trying to get my map finished and get a start on my “testimonial wall”.  Then there are still a few projects we are trying to finish, messes we are trying to clean up, and the usual kids to corral.  Suffice it to say, things are still quite busy in the Ewing household.

  • 07Jul
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    July 4, 2009

    I find myself somewhat restless in spirit tonight.  This is a day that holds quite a few memories for me and the kids.  The older ones all remember Daddy setting off fireworks in West Virginia.  Dan was something of a pyromaniac and loved to play with the fireworks.

    But it doesn’t seem to be the memories that are making me restless.  I am quite tired, so maybe a trip to my bed will help.  I just keep hearing the boom of distant fireworks echoing off the sides of the mountains around here. 


    I’ve been led to pray, but I’m not really sure what for.  This is our country’s birthday, but my prayers for my country, that I love with all my heart, are tainted with fear.  How bad will it get?  Am I going to be called upon to serve as a witness for my Lord in even more difficult times?

    The fear of my children’s futures is enough to almost make me turn tail and run.  It’s that fear of the unknown that we often avoid.  So I must focus on what is known.  I know my Lord loves me, and I know He knows it all and is in control.  It is enough.


    But enough fireworks for one night.  I need some sleep.

  • 03Jul

    Another thing unpacked!!  Dad got my library shelves built while we were gone and one of the first things I did when I got back was unpack my books.  I’m not totally sure why (there’s a theory floating around about the necessity of books, the ease of packing, the number that I own, etc, etc, but it’s still theory), but I never feel like I’m moved in until my books are unpacked.  So I guess you could say it’s finally official.  I am moved in. 


    I found my videos while unpacking the boxes.  I have been searching for them for quite some time and was beginning to believe that they had been swallowed up in the black hole that moving sometimes creates.  However on the back of that good news was the news that a small rocking horse that my Dad passed on to me to pass on to Benjamin (7) seems to have disappeared.  Gotta love moving.

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