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my mom and I submitted our manuscript. We are very humbled and grateful to be doing a cookbook together with Harvest House.
This cake recipe will be in the book!
Her and my father drove to Virginia last weekend to be with us. It was a special time, all weekend Grandpa played Ticket To Ride with the boys and they even got a game in Sunday morning before church. The girls all had a little tea party, with Kate taking care of all the table details; we even had macaroons, oh so good!
This book will release January 2018. It will be full of traditional recipes that my mom has cooked with for years on the farm, coupled with stories woven in and out.
My portion will have a twist of simple food (it’s the season I find myself in) woven with some thoughts that I have been pondering in my heart over the past 2 years.
We laid my husband’s great niece to rest 4 days ago.
There is something about burying a 3 year old who has fought a battle with cancer that shakes you deep to the core. The questions surface? You ponder! You cry! You some how come to terms that God really is ok with the questions, because HE is present and is aware of our humanity!
There is a new element to grieving that I have never walked before, it’s helping my children grieve and grieve well. We could have left them at home from the service but choose not to. There is something about them seeing pain with Merv and I at there side. They need to see our tears, hear the sadness in our voice and then also extend their own arms and hug the people closest to the situation.
Our Kate, who is 4 months older then Imogen Sky just kept telling me on Sunday, “This is the saddest day ever?” Yes baby, it is a very sad day! She was trying to figure out why they were burying her in a treasure chest, I actually like that name for a coffin better, I think it will stick. As we lingered at the grave side, she told me she wasn’t ready to go even though the committal was over. It wasn’t until we went and laid flowers on the ‘treasure chest’ that she was ready. She was just disturbed that we would bury Imogene with the worms. All of these questions were great opportunities to share with her that ‘this world is not our home.’ I don’t know to what degree she comprehends what I shared with her because some of these concepts I don’t get. I choose to trust that the God who made Kate and formed her; will open her understanding even when it doesn’t seem right that we are burying little Imogen with the worms.
It is amazing how God is in the sadness, the questions?! You hug your children longer, you linger a bit more as they tell their story. You realize that life, this specific life that has been crafted for me by an Almighty God isn’t meant to be taken for granted. We all know that but it’s in these moments that you ‘get it.’ All of you have had your own moments, your “it” where you heard Jesus calling you deeper into relationships. That is what this past weekend has done for me!
This post isn’t about my glowing ‘word’ of the year or about ‘my goals’. Shucks, I hardly knew it was New Year’s Eve the other night. I was in bed long before 12 only to have the guns around our neighborhood wake me to remind me that it indeed is 2015!
Isn’t it amazing how you can capture moments where life looks so peaceful and everything looks serene? That is captured well here in this picture (we look a little worn out from all the posing because this was at the very end of the photo shoot but really every thing still looks pretty peaceful)!
But the reality is that our life has been far from that since Will Franklin was born. I had a nearly perfect pregnancy, at 40 no less but life outside the womb has been hard for Will. The first 8 weeks he cried all the time, we had 1 week of calm and then at 9 weeks he picked up Pertussis, aka whooping cough.
We have seen God’s hand in many neat ways over the past 3 months. I could write for hours but as you can imagine there are a lot of other things that need my attention these days. Shoot, I can’t even get the laundry done. 🙂
I would like to share a snibbet of what I posted on facebook October 20, 2014. It gives you a glimpse into God’s care for us and in an previous post before this one I had shared how people were bringing food and picking up laundry, we have been well cared for!
So many of you are praying for us and lifting us to Jesus, thank you! Your words have given us such courage. I want to share a bit: In the wee hours yesterday morning I had this overwhelming sense like the Great Physician was just here. His presence was so real in our home!!
We had, had a much better night but I was afraid to believe because based on all that we had read this is the 100 day illness and the extreme coughing can be around for weeks and then add the fact that Will is a teeny, tiny baby that only complicates it.
We went about our morning and after breakfast, Merv as the Elder in our home gathered us around and we had an anointing service for Will. And as my babies laid hands on Will and squeaked out prayers that only Jesus understood I now know something happened. We have gone from 5 minute violent, gagging, coughing fits every 45-60 minutes 4 days ago to 1-2 minute coughing fits and some of them are even 90 minutes apart.
This morning, in the wee hours the song, The Gentle Healer came to me. It makes me weep. I don’t know what the future holds for my family but Jesus never wastes an opportunity, I don’t want to either. I can’t help but believe that one of my friends out here needs Jesus, in a personal way. In their own heart, not the faith of someone else and so I share this song (just click the link):
I don’t know how long I will be breaking from my blog again but I suppose it will be a good number of months before I am back in the saddle. Thanks for your prayers!
Do look for a free e-book opportunity on The Farmer’s Daughter around the end of February right here. Baker Publishing is currently working on another 24 hours of a free download.
Blessings to you as you walk your journey well!
since I have been here because I have been buried under our new bundle of joy! Sweet, little Will Franklin has had so many challenges since birth. I think he liked the womb best. It’s tested my resolve. I am worn out, I am tired! But in all this, my heart and soul has bonded to this little boy like I didn’t know possible.
In his first 8 weeks of life, if he wasn’t sleeping or eating he was crying. I don’t just mean every once in a while. I mean every waking minute. The verse, “If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God” became my husband and I ‘s constant prayer. We have tried so many things, pro-biotics, chiropractic care, visited the pediatrician several times, homeopathy, sac-cranial therapy (never in my life heard of it until this babes), 8 different pacifiers, and all of these things are to just name a few of the things that we have done. We have cried, we have been worried (that there was something terribly wrong), we have prayed. He has consumed our every waking moments.
He is now 12 weeks and we have new, other issues. Thrush and a nasty cough that is startling. I walked into Salvation Army the other day and he had a nasty round of coughing and all the heads turned and looked at me as if to say, “Woman, what is wrong with your baby?” I just wanted to run, and run fast but I pulled myself together and reminded myself that he is ok per the Dr. Lungs are clear, oxygen and respiratory levels are good. The cough keeps us awake at night because it wrecks you when you hear your ‘wee one’ miserable. Our best defense at this point has been essential oils that help him with his breathing and breast feeding. Our pediatrician (who has a great reputation in our county) would have hospitalized him if he would have had a fever of 100.4 but he hasn’t spiked a fever once during this time and looks at us and smiles, which melts us all into a puddle especially after the first 8 weeks. All that to say he seems to feel good except for the cough. And the Dr told me to go on with normal life.
So this is my world and it’s my ‘hard’. 3 months have slipped by and I am still emerging from the little piles that are sitting all around me in my house. Projects, things left undone because they really aren’t important. I hardly read my Bible these days but then I happen on verses that speak to my heart (my heart really does long to sit in His presence but I hardly get a shower or get my kids fed so long, glowing times with the Lord are out). Or I hear something and I am in awe of the One so great who loves me. Genesis 28:16 says it best as I wonder thru these moments in time. “Surely the LORD is in this place, and I wasn’t even aware of it!”
As I am reflecting HE truly has been in my moments, they just look different then I would have thought they would be.
I am counting my blessings, and I have them in 4 precious babies and 1 wonderful husband. This is to only name the biggest of my blessings. There are a thousand more! Because I have friends who are hurting, one of my dear friends lost her dad very unexpectedly at the young age of 60 (he was an outstanding man and has left an incredible legacy). And then there is one of my husband’s colleagues who is losing his wife to cancer at the young age of 30ish and I am sure you know people around you who are carrying deep pain in their hearts over something. So I go back to the verse, “Surely the LORD is in place, and I wasn’t even aware of it!”.
Cheers to a lovely week, as you look for the moments that Jesus shows up in your life!