Happy Thanksgiving!

Be careful how you slice your pie....



We are headed to Ohio for the rest of the week, so I'll be out of commission. When I count my blessings one by one, I count all of you.
Have a great weekend.

In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you...
1 Thessalonians 5:18

A Challenge

So, this couple's bible study thingy is fun, but now I am beginning to get the shakes. We are to Chapter Four which deals with handing out tracts.... can you guess the rest of my post?

We have been given the challenge of passing out Salvation Tracts to strangers. I am NeRvOuS to say the least. Why? I don't really have a reason besides the fact that it is WAY outside of my box. But that's good, right?

So, all you clever bloggers and talented crafters out there, I need some ideas. I want to pass out something catchy and unique, yet it just might plant seeds. Have you ever received one? Did it cause you to do a double take? Are you thankful for people that take the time to do this or does it seem pointless? What is the most important thing to include on a tract?

I googled for ideas, and got a few, and I could order some for cheap, but I am being stubborn. I want this to be personal, so I want it to be something I make, write, print, etc. Help me out a little....

For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth....

Romans 1:16

Hello Clean Kitchen

I would like to introduce myself. I am your owner. You probably don't recognize me because you usually see me through a haze of flour dust. I can see you clearly for the first time in two years and I think I love you.

I would like to apologize right now to Nate, who I begged for new kitchen cabinets eight years ago and I promised to keep the kitchen presentable if I could just get rid of my green cabinets that were thirty years old. You appeased me and I haven't kept up my half of the bargain. No one told me that a dishwasher was no good if you never unload it.

Another apology to the little old lady who owned my Hotpoint. I found the stove in your living room being used as a book shelf. The little post it note inside told me that you used your stove for thirty five years until your children replaced it with a new one. I made a silent vow that I would take care of it for you, and as I was scraping food from the crevices I realized that the stove would never ever be as clean as I found it at your house. Thank you for passing it on to me, an unworthy Hotpoint owner.

Hello, Pioneer Woman. I love your cookbook (Thank You, Donnelle!) and I have drooled on the pages. But, forgive me for displaying the picture of your messy kitchen in my clean kitchen. The Jalepeno Poppers look delicious, but it does my heart good to see you "Keepin' It Real." I plan on flipping it back and forth between this page and this one....

depending on whatever mood I am in.

So have you heard....

We are anticipating the arrival of another Bowman?

You can just call me Auntie.

Who's with us?

Greensboro, NC
Friday night, January 23rd, 7 - 11
Lee Ann Womack Meet and Greet after concert...

There Is A God - Lee Ann Womack

I will put my trust in Him...

Here am I, and the children that God has given me.

God has given us the huge responsibility of raising two boys. I can handle it for a while, but then doubts and fears can creep in. Sometimes I just really don't understand what makes them tick. Women, I get. Young teen girls, I've been there. Toddler girls who love doing their own hair, I understand. And baby girls that smell like lotion, I love.

But, men that kill deer for fun, I question.

And teen boys that turn sullen scare me.
Young boys who love snakes really make me wonder.

And toddler boys that are magnetically drawn to tractors and mud amaze me.

When women go to conferences, they cry their eyes out at personal testimonies. And when men go, they bend frying pans.

But, every now and then, it all makes perfect sense.

"Mom, I want you to be at my wedding. Are you going to be there for me?"

"Mom, I love my new clean room. Mom, I love you. Thank you for buying new sheets. Mom, I love them. Mom, I love you."

"Mom, sometimes when Dad yells, I think that he doesn't love me. Does he?"

"Mom, how do I know that Jesus really IS in my heart? I have asked him twice but I don't feel any different."

"Mom, will you start my shower? You know exactly where the knob needs to be."

"Mom, did you SEE that goal? Did you see it, huh?"

"Mom, you forgot to pray for the Operation Christmas Child boxes. You forgot to pray for me at school tomorrow. Mom, you forgot to pray for my pajamas."

Some days I understand what it is all about... being a mother of boys is not so hard.

They need love, they need reassurance, they need protection, and they need to learn how to pray, and they need to KNOW about the unfailing love of their Savior.

And that is the same thing that we all need, whether we are a rebellious teenage girl or a disobedient five year old boy.

My deepest, most fervent prayer, is that Nate and I do the best we can with the wisdom that God has given us, to return Drew and Finn back to their Creator with hearts that are molded and formed to be like His Own Son.

And speaking of doing your best, how about that winning field goal by Colby Boone? It makes me want to bust out my red face paint and head to Franklin County's regional semifinals this weekend...

My love/hate relationship...

Etsy.

No more words necessary.

Linen.

Wool.

Wool suiting.

Recycled wool.

Felted wool headband.

Sighing. And wool boots.

A wife of noble character who can find?
She is worth far more than rubies.
Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value.
She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life.
She selects wool and flax and works with eager hands.
Proverbs 31

My husband has full confidence that I am going to work on my fall cleaning today, and all I can think about is wool and flax.

Thanks a lot Morgan, for reintroducing my love of this blasted site.

.....And don't forget about Jill and Barbara's Etsy shops.

Sweetie.

Forget jewelry.

I will just take a cute white box with a sticker on it that says YUM!

Filled with four perfect Bubblecakes.

Not surprising that this little store appealed to my tastebuds by the pink and black decor with antique cabinets filled with delectable cupcakes on glass stands. Labeled oh so perfectly.

$2.50 a piece?

I'll take four.

How sweet are thy words unto my taste! yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth!
Psalm 119:103

Notice how this psalm verse uses two exclamation points? I know exactly how David (Ezra? Anonymous?) felt!

Party Pod

So, the Airstream is off to Phase II in Georgia to be gutted and remodeled. But, Lee Ann Womack posted pictures on her Social Club site of Phase I completed. Buffed and polished.

These are photos off of her website on the right of my blog...

Nate and her are keeping in contact through messages back and forth on the Social Club.

And there she is making plans for a velvet tufted couch....

Looking forward to seeing the pictures in January when it will be completely different.

Are you kidding me?

This one has been standing for seven hours at my house.

Mama Lucille's.

Amber's. On carpet.

Aunt Doris's in California.


It's really true.

The balancing broom act is sweeping the country.

Pun intended.