Yesterday marked the one year anniversary of A Bushel and A Peck at this new website, www.OneThankfulMom.com. I started with a small blogspot address on June 19, 2006 having absolutely no idea that I would still be writing today. I figured that once our children had been home for a short time, I would have nothing more to say.
Apparently that is not the case and most days I think of numerous posts to write — if only I could find a few quiet moments.
Thank you so much for being part of my life through A Bushel and A Peck — I am honored that in the midst of your busy days, you take the time to read my humble offerings. Even if you don’t have time to read this post, would you please skip to the bottom and read the last bit? It would mean the world to me to hear from you.
In honor of this day, here is the first half of the year in review. The second half will follow tomorrow.
This post was written on December 12. As you read you will see why I saved it for today.
Today is the day I was going to write about the fresh, clean water pouring forth from the new well Russ, Rusty, and the Until Then team dug in Kenya. Today I was going to tell you that, since I didn’t want to announce to the world that my husband was out-of-town (in fact, off-this-continent), he has been to Kenya and back.
I was going to share with you how God was glorified through the way this team served the people in the Dago region, about how they worked long, long hours to share the love of Jesus through the gift of water. It was going to be a glorious post.
Not long ago I wrote a post about the book Renting Lacy, which completely devastated me. A long-time reader, Kim, sent me an email about the ministry she works with The Daughter’s House. They are reaching out to women trapped in the world of sexual exploitation with a desire to bring restoration to their lives. She wrote this short piece about a very real experience in her life.
I walked into church smelling like Bath and Body. I made my way to the third row on the left and my family moaned, “Can’t we sit somewhere else?” They pointed out that we had sat in the third row on the left for ten years in two different churches. I smiled, ignored them, and took my seat. I noticed her directly in front of me and since I knew some of her story, I leaned forward and politely asked of her recent hospital stay. As she updated me on the progression of the cancer into her lungs I pulled back slightly, her suffering too raw. She represented to me a world I could not comprehend: black, inner city, sexual exploitation and addiction. And now, this diagnosis of cancer just as she has begun to seek out a new life. I patted her shoulder. A worship song started. I was rescued.
This week’s Tuesday Topic comes from Mary who writes,
We are a new foster family. Over the last year our hearts and minds have been challenged by the orphan and God’s love for the oppressed. My husband and I wonder how we missed it for so long! We have been so wrapped up in self and “our family”.
As your family has grown and as you all have been awakened to a world that God loves and asks us to love also, do you have any suggestions on how to balance all of this, especially at Christmas? We all have limited funds, so how do we make spending choices that love and cherish our children, but love and cherish others as well?
This is a great topic as we head into Advent and the Christmas season. How do you find the balance?
I would love to see us get some dialogue going — so bring it on. How do you balance this in your families? As Mary so nicely put it, how do you love and cherish your children while loving and cherishing others?
We had some crazy, overgrown rose bushes on the north side of our house. Eleven years ago when we moved here, the roses were lovely. Planted by a true gardener, they had colorful blooms and were pleasantly pruned. Then we arrived. I am sad to confess that I am not much of a gardener. I had six children, homeschooled, and although I liked flowers, I didn’t have enough interest or time to learn about something as fussy as roses.
The plants grew larger and wilder. On occasion we pruned them or treated them for aphids, but for the most part, they grew and we were happy with whatever colorful flowers managed to appear. Then Mimi decided to have her wedding reception in the yard and it was time to whip the roses into shape.
My friend Amy came over and looked at the huge, overgrown plants. She said it was time to prune them down — way down — to knee height. The question was how to go about it. The roses were covered with thorns and had long crazy branches.
She looked at me and said, “Well, Russ could take a chainsaw to them.” A chainsaw? Did I hear her correctly? I thought roses were delicate and needed to be handled with care. But these had grown so out of control that the severity of a chainsaw was needed to bring them back to health.