Odds and Ends of Saturday

It is dinner time. I am not cooking dinner. I am sitting,
here on the computer writing a blog. My daughter and my niece
wanted to cook dinner. They are making Ratatouille, and french bread,
and my daughter is making a white sauce for vegetables over some pasta.
Dessert is cake pops. I have tried to stay out so they can work to
their hearts content. They are so cute. I will even do the dishes.
So I can hear the sounds of dinner being prepared. My husband is playing
his guitar and contentment is in the house. I can hear the quiet voices of the
boys talking and I am thankful for lazy Saturdays.

Early this morning when we went to have coffee on the patio, there was a
fairy ring in the grass. Almost complete. My husband saw it first and went
to get the camera, I did look around in the flower beds for some stray fairy's
but I think they were already gone. I am so glad I am married to a man,
who is still interested in fairy rings.


I thought it was so pretty. It made the day seem magical somehow.
We worked in the garden a bit and just enjoyed the morning.

One of the things I was reading today was Homestead by Jane Kirkpatrick.
I feel spoiled when I read it. One of the things that I have enjoyed about the
book is her lack of self pity and whining. I have enjoyed watching her walk
from faith to faith. You know how much I have shared about Elisabeth Elliot and
how she is one of my hero's of the faith. I have found another. I read what she has written
and I am reminded of this, "If you faint in the day of adversity, your strength is small."
(Proverbs 24:10)
As I read at the trials that they endured, I also thought of this, " Each ones work
will become clear; for the day will declare it, Therefore my beloved brethren,
be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that
your labor is not in vain in the the Lord.

I have always loved the words in that passage, I loved the word steadfast, best portrayed
by the Steadfast Tin Solider by Hans Christian Anderson. Immovable I always think
of the Rock of Gilbralter. Never moving but standing firm against the ocean and
the furor of the sea. Abounding I always think of joy in all that comes my way, remembering
that God sees no matter how little the gesture of kindness.

I think that is how I see the book Homestead, for her dream of a homestead, Jane Kirkpatrick
was willing to be steadfast, immovable keeping her eyes on the goal and on God,
who never left them or forsook them.

I am enjoying the book and I think about it when I am not reading it. I could highly recommend this book and the work of having and living on a homestead that you fought the elements
and the land and were able to live that dream.

I want to thank Debbie at No Spring Chicken for writing about this amazing lady.
Not to mention getting her book signed. My life will be forever changed.
Thanks to both of you.

~Kim~