It has been a week since I felt like posting.  We are waiting for time to go to church.  Had a good Sunday School Class on the Prodigal Son this morning.  The girls listened and answered the questions.  We are teaching the Books of the Bible.  Just in four weeks since promotion three of the girls have learned the Books of the Law and the Books of History.  Looks like I might have to buy more trophies at the end of  this coming year.  


Besides being present, bringing their Bibles, learning memory verses  ~ We work on The Books of the Bible, The Ten Commandments and The Twenty Third Psalm.  Plus have our lesson. 


Had a good worship ~ I guess I enjoyed it so much because I have missed two Sundays.


Which gets me to the reason which most of you know.  I had A-Fib and wound up in the hospital.  I am much better.  It is not the life threatening kind.  Although while I was in A-Fib I felt like it was.  I am on medication for it to keep my heart in rhythm.  Hopefully and with the Lord's help I can get off that before long.


Just wanted to keep in touch.  Thanks for praying for me.  God does answer prayer.


Blessings until next time.

A Trip I had not planned!

This is another good Lord's day.  I  am not able to go to church today but will watch the morning service live at 11:00
Since I blogged last I had to go to  the emergency room.  My heart went into A-fib.  My rhythm was way up and I was so short of breath I could not do anything.  This has been going on for awhile but my PCP thought it was my blood pressure and she was trying to regulate it. I think this has been bothering me a long time but I just thought it would go away.
They kept me overnight and monitored my heart.  I saw a cardiologist and he said it was Atrial fibillation.  If it is not attended to it could lead to blood clots.  Then there would be a possibility of stroke.  As far as I understand it is common in women more than men.  But not life threatening.  Naturally, never having heart
problems it gave me quite a fright.
With the Lord's help I know I will start feeling better.  I want to be able to get back to housework and hobbies.
Just keep praying for me.

Lazy Chcikens

Seems I am having trouble keeping my blog list up.  I put some back on and then they disappeared. 
Guess I will try again.  Has anyone else had this trouble?


The hens are not laying yet.  They were hatched the early part of April.  It has been over six months.
My husband is feeding them what you are suppose to feed them.  The rooster is crowing good.  They all just want food all the time.  Which is natural, I guess.  Does anyone know anything about  when hens are suppose to lay?   Different people tell us different times.  Some are saying they won't lay until Spring. We are ready for yard eggs.

I have not felt too well.  Would you pray that I could get my blood pressure under control?  It started vacillating  for some reason.  The doctor put me on a weekly patch.  Hopefully it will level out.


I hope all of you are having a good week.  Let me hear from you.

 I posted this on KJV blog and thought I would share it here.

 "Who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross."    Hebrews 12:2


Taking up one's cross means simply that you are to go to the road which you see is the straight one;

Carrying whatever you find is yours to carry, as well and stoutly as you can:  without making faces, or calling the people to come and look at you.  Above all, you are neither to load or unload  yourself,
nor cut your cross to your own liking.  Some people think it would be better  to have it large; and many, that they could carry it much faster if  it was large, and even those who like it largest  are usually very particular about it's being ornamental, and made of black ebony.

All you have to do is keep your back as straight as you can, and not think of what is upon it - above it-
not to boast of what is upon it.   

It is not His cross that is heavy,

It is those our hands have made.

That hinder us on our journey,

On our aching shoulders laid;

There is strength for the load He gives us

And balm for the thorn  He sends,

 But none for the needless burdens

And none for our selfish ends.

For His yoke is easy to carry

And His burden is light iin weight:

He will do His share of the labor,

For He is true yoke mate.

Are we weary and heavy laden?

Are we anxious and full of care?

That is not the cross of His giving,

But the one we make and bear.

I don't know  who wrote this poem but it is true.  Sometimes we carry needless burdens  and they get mighty heavy.  But if we yoke up with Jesus He carries the heavy end.    I have found this so true in my life.  When the burden got too heavy I knew I was trying to carry it by myself.   But His yoke is easy, His burden is light.  I found it so, I found it so.  He leadeth me by day and by night where living waters flow. 

 

Have a blessed Lord's Day! 

We Had A Home

 Do you ever remember a scene like this? One of the things I noticed right away were the bricks holding the bed frame up! Looks like the hen wants to hop in bed with them, whoever they may be!

But they sure look content!

Could be a family that had very few material things. One like I was raised in, maybe! I'm sure others could relate to having all we needed but far from all we wanted. But I don't remember being neglected. I had five siblings and a Mom and Dad that loved us! Doesn't that count for a lot? In my books it does. We didn't have a big fabulous house. But we had a home. What is the difference? A lot of people have nice houses. But no home life!

 
A house is a place to run in , eat, sleep and a lot of times children are left to themselves. No home cooked meals, no discipline.

Fine furniture, several cars, all the newest gadgets that are never used.

I am not saying that some of these things are bad. But most of the time they are not in the right prospective. Both parents have to work to make ends meet which leaves the children to themselves with no supervision.

Sometimes this leads to broken homes and the children seem to be the victims. They do as they please, go where they want and hang around the wrong crowd. Later you might find them out in the drug world. The parents are to blame and will have nothing but heartaches down the road.

What is so sad is ~they can't go back and re-do. They never made a home for their children. I know as Christians we can do our best and our kids may still go wrong. But we can lay our head on our pillows at night and know we did the best we knew to make a home for them.

We grew up in a small town and I suppose were considered a middle class family. But we did not have all the extras. We wore hand-me-downs. Mom sewed me dresses from the printed flour sacks. Didn't matter because quite a few other Moms did the same thing. We were always warm in the winter even if we did pile three or four home made quilts on top of us until our toes curl down. Dad would get up and get ready for work while Mom cooked breakfast. By the time we got up the house was usually warm. We lived in a home!

We did not have air conditioners, or central heat. We did have fireplaces a lot. That was so the boys could learn to cut wood. The girls could keep the hearth cleaned. We learned fast that everyone did their part.

Mom did not have a washing machine until I was around eight years old. I remember my baby sister was around one year old then. I never really thought about her washing on a rub board and hanging clothes on the clothesline outside. But the day we got that washer, we were uptown! I mean coming up in the world!

Never mind that we did not have a piece of furniture that matched or that three of us had to sleep in one standard size bed. What in the world is that? Does anyone had a standard size bed anymore?

We did not have china to eat on but that did not matter. What mattered was Mom was there and always had food on the table for her little brood.

We had a home!

For some unknown (?) reason Mom's unmatched teaspoons always disappeared. Could it be that we children needed something to dig in the dirt with? We could never keep enough wash rags! (I got in trouble calling wash clothes-wash rags one time.) I was older with my own family and went to a wedding shower. A lady from up north had gotten these beautiful wash clothes. I blurred out, "What pretty wash rags."

She let me know in no uncertain terms that they were not rags -they were wash clothes. Around here we still have wash rags! Anyway, even though we did have rags as children - what difference did it make. They still did the same job.

As we got older we were taught to work. When school was out we picked strawberries to make money to help buy school clothes for the following

school year. Now days you can't teach a child much without the government having a say so. Did work hurt us? Not a bit. I don't think Mom had a lazy child. Why? Because she made a home for us.

She must have done something right. Six children married and not one divorce.

(Our son went to work with his Dad when he was 12 years old and bagged groceries and carried them to the cars. He made plenty tips.) This day and time you can't get a kid to take out the trash. But we still have a responsibility to teach our children that life is not handed out to you.

The most important thing Mom and Dad did was to give us a goodly Christian heritage. Material things are not that important. But for parents to teach their children about the Lord and bring them to church is the most important thing in the world. To pray with them and read God's Word and train them in the ways of the Lord. That is truly what a home is.

Every parent's desire should be that their children serve God.

I think maybe parent's today want to give their children what they thought they did not have as a child. So they go out and buy all kind of things that children don't really need anyway. A new toy that they play with for a few days and then they are ready for a new one. Things do not satisfy a child. But loving parents that put that love in action will mean more to that child than anything else. That is what a home is made of up.

I am not saying that children be deprived, but as parents we need to lay down some rules for the home. Parent's are to be respected. There are certain things we don't do or allow in the home, as it should be. Children should respect that.

But it is up to Mom and Dad to enforce, with love, what the ingredients of a Christian Home really are. I know sometimes as parents we fall short but as we depend on the Lord to help ~ we can have a place that our children feel secure and safe. A real Home! I am so thankful that I was raised in the home God provided for me.

Where you live~ is it a house or a home? Is there contentment or strife? 

 This is a post I put on KJV Blogs a good while back.