Thursday, July 14, 2016

Tools of the Gardening Trade

I love gardening! There’s just something therapeutic and satisfying about being outside, listening, smelling, breathing, living nature that revives my very being. Each season brings new experiences and I hope to learn more.


After a very inspiring email I received from my Mom, I decided to post some of the tools etc that have been very helpful in my gardening endeavors.

I do a lot of weeding on my knees so, this wonderful squishy knee board really helps a lot! I don't always use the gloves, but they seem to help grip the weeds better than my bare hands as they have a anti slip coating on them. Aren't those Million Bells lovely!


I've had these crocks for YEARS! They were given to me by an elderly friend as a thank you gift for helping her pack when she was moving. They are the most comfortable footwear I own! Sometimes, if my feet are hurting, I'll even wear them inside when I'm washing dishes or cooking. I wear them in the garden all the time. Some of the vegetables I grow I get as plants that have already been started at the greenhouse. The trowel is perfect for digging the right size hole to plant them in!




Of all the tools I have, the roto tiller has to be my favorite! I just can't imagine how I've ever gotten along without it. You may notice that it's called "Super Bronco"... They didn't name it that for no reason, but I have managed to tame the bucking machine. It's rather temperamental in that, if you don't maneuver it correctly, it will really take off! Fortunately for me, it has a safety mechanism so if you let go of it, it'll stop, Notice I said, 'IF you let go'. One day, I was tilling doing just fine when, all of a sudden I hit a patch that 'spooked' my tiller and it jumped and galloped away... with me holding on for dear life. I felt like my daughter when she was little walking our dog who was actually walking HER! All she could've done was let go of the leash and she would've been fine but, she held on for dear life and soon she was being drug across the yard until I hollered at her to let go. Now, said dear daughter was watching her mother do the same thing and laughing rather hard about it. 

Now that I have mastered the skill of tilling with it, it has really been a blessing! I till just before planting my row to make the grown freshly soft. I till between the planted rows periodically to keep the weeds down so my garden doesn't get out of hand.


Here's the ever faithful hoe for those narrow places that the tiller can't get into such as between the rows of corn. Eventually, the corn, which is planted just a little closer together, gets too big and it's not a good idea to till between them even if you fit through because it could damaged the spreading roots below the ground. 


This is another must-have! Diatomaceous Earth consists of fossilized remains of diatoms, a type of hard-shelled algae. This fine powder has many uses and can even be taken eternally. What do I do with it? I sprinkle it on the leaves of my plants and it helps stops unwanted pests from eating the leaves. I have been told that when the beetles etc eat the leaves, they eat the D.E. which slices their intestines causing them to die. Sounds barbaric, doesn't it! According to Wikipedia it dries the little culprits insides up and causes them to die. However it works, I only know that it DOES work. 


This is a picture of my bean plant. Notice that the older leaves on the bottom are full of holes while, the upper newer leaves look nice and healthy!


My dear hubby brought this compost tumbler home for me. It has a vented lid on both ends for easy access adding scraps such as egg shells, coffee grounds, fruit peelings, vegetable scraps. I've even plopped a few earth worms in there! Ever so often, I flip it the over putting the fresher scraps on the bottom. If you have a good compost, it should not have a foul odor but a nice earthy smell.



My childhood love for wagons overtook me this past spring. I was bound and determined to buy one and had it delivered to my door. My sweet boy assembled it for me and I wheeled my green buddy out the door and into the garden! It has been so convenient to have! Until I got a hose, I had to haul the water down to the garden and water each plant by hand (a rather time consuming chore) so I was able to haul 3 5-gallon buckets at once instead of just one. I pull it around as I'm weeding. The sides come down and I can sit in it while I harvest or weed, or prop my feet on it while I sit under the tree and shell peas.


When my little friends come over, they have a blast pulling each other around in it.

When you have a garden as large as mine, (104' x 68') rain is a real blessing? Living where it's humid and we usually see lots of rain, there are still times in between that I need to water if I want my pantry filled. Even though my wagon was a great blessing in hauling all that water to the garden, a hose was a quick addition to my "tool chest". But I was still spending HOURS watering with the hose and so a sprinkler was gifted by my dad who didn't want his daughter turning into a lobster standing in the blazing sun. It works GREAT! You see, ever since I got it, hooked it up, turned it on -  it rained! It's been raining pretty regularly ever since! Amazing, isn't it? Sorry, I don't have a picture of the sprinkler, but I guess everyone knows what a sprinkler looks like anyway!


Diatomaceous Earth works great for certain pests but, not for furry cute ones such as rabbits and squirrels! I watched one such long-eared cutie pie take his liberty on one of my biggest marigold blooms the other day! Dad said it was time for me to get a BB gun. I was a little worried about it as I don't want to actually KILL the critters, just scare them off. Dad assured me that it wouldn't harm them so, I was excited to try it out. Only problem is, just like the efficiency of my sprinkler, I haven't seen on single critter since I got the gun! Actually, I take that back.... My husband was out there pounding stakes in for my tomatoes to be strung up when I saw a CRITTER!
ME: "OOOH! A target!!!"
HUBBY: "Where?"
ME: "There!" pointing to a black cat on the far side of the garden
HUBBY: "that's not a target! That's the neighbor's CAT!"
ME: "I just want to see if I could actually hit it!"
HUBBY: "Are you crazy??
I didn't answer that as I realized I would have to be a good aim if I were to avoid shooting my husband. I don't think he would've appreciated it too well.

Well, this is the end of my list of tools for now. Do you have a favorite tool you like to use in the garden? I'd love to hear about it. 

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

First Canning of 2016 ~ PICKLES!

I really enjoy canning the fruit of our labor. It's such a joy to see my shelves fill up with fruit and vegetables that we will use for the next year. I also love sharing with others what the Lord has blessed ME with!

This year I planted only 1 row of Straight Eight and Marketmore. Not all of my plants did very well as the farthest half of my garden doesn't have very good soil. I'll need to work it more as time goes on.



After a few pickings of cucumbers and storing them in my fridge, I had enough cucumbers to pickle! I was pleasantly surprised to end up with 14 pints of dill pickles to store away! I've tried a recipe or two for dill pickles and I will keep trying till I find one that I like but, for today, I just used Mrs. Wages mix for this batch.

One thing I have learned is that it's important to pick the cucumbers before they get very big. I like to use them when they are about an inch in diameter. If you let them get too big, the pickles will be mushy and the seeds a bit tough. It's also important not to over process them (like I did last year!)

If you have a recipe that you have tried and love, I'd love to try it out!

Monday, July 11, 2016

Blooming Where I'm Planted

Have you ever wondered just how many times a plant can be transplanted and still thrive? Meet some of the plants I have been blessed to be acquainted with that have had this experience – some on several occasions.



I dug this lovely Bugle Weed (Ajuga Reptans) from my mother's flower bed and planted it in mine 50 miles and approximately 4000 feet lower elevation. At the time, I really didn't give it much thought whether it would survive or not; I simply planted it and it DID survive and thrived in spite of the change in soil and dramatic heat change. Purple flowers of the plant bloomed for me every Spring and again in the Fall. The roots of this plant are shallow and likes to be well watered often. It didn't particularly like the hot sun and I discovered in time that it seemed to move itself under the shade of my rosebush.

Then we moved to a cooler higher climate. I dug up as many of the plants as could fit in my large planters. I was determined it would go wherever I went. I know…  I’m overly sentimental for my own good… but, that’s just me!

Then we moved AGAIN. Not too much difference in climate in the new location but I decided that I would keep my darlings in the pots until I knew where we were going to settle down, buy a house and “grow roots”.

Then we got ready to move AGAIN! This time the climate would be dramatically different than anything these little troopers had ever experienced! We were moving approximately 1800 miles away! As we prepared to leave behind the beautiful state in which I grew up, I found, to my horror, that my beloved Ajuga Reptans – (Fairy Carpet as my mother and I have always called them) was gone!!! My broken heart sank deep into the sandy earth and I cried – literally cried. The only thing I could think of that could’ve happened to them was that they were devoured in the night by a hungry furry critter – perhaps the lone squirrel that would steal the bread I left for my Jay birds and Mourning doves. I can’t imagine that any of the dozens of cottontails that mowed and fertilized my lawn each night could’ve ever been guilty. There was no evidence and no one to charge for the crime. They were simply gone. And not long after, so was my family and I.

I wanted to take every rock, every tree, every mountain, every sunrise and sunset, every star and every person that was so dear to my heart. But, obviously, that was quite impossible and I have only the fond memories and pictures of my purple Bugle Weed.

Whoever would’ve thought that I would’ve ever uprooted and live 1800 miles away! But here we are. Along with all our other possessions, I did manage to bring some beautiful iris bulbs that was given to me by a dear elderly friend we left behind and a houseplant given to me by another friend as a thank you gift for helping THEM to move.

I never knew how many absolutely gorgeous varieties of irises there are! These were dug up by my elderly friend and placed in a bucket where they stayed for quite some time until we finally transplanted them. They’ve since been transplanted again two more times. I’ve shared some of the bulbs with other friends just in case by all our transplanting mine should ever bite the dust.


I had transplanted some of my Fairy Carpet into the same pot as the asparagus! 

Another plant I transplanted a number of times is the asparagus I planted upside down in containers. I wasn’t able to tell which end was the roots so I just planted them. After several weeks of no sign of life, I dug them back out and figured out that I had indeed planted them upside down (perhaps China could use some asparagus?) I was happy I had planted them in containers as it made it so much easier in our moving escapades to take them along. They still had to adjust to climate changes but they did very well – until…. I had to move them so we could paint our house. As I lifted the pots, I heard the most devastating sound: the ripping sound of roots! A few days later, most of the plants turned yellow and died! It took a very long time for the remaining plants to recover. I gave them to a friend of mine when we headed east.


So, I suppose it depends on the type of plant and just how much love and care it’s given whether or not it will survive so many times of being transplanted. Only time will tell. 

Friday, May 30, 2014

Gracing the Hope and Joy of Waiting - Hope Chest Treasures

A friend of mine blogged this morning that she titled, “Dreaming & Planning for the Future – Items to Put in a HopeChest.”  I started to comment on her blog and pretty soon found that she had inspired me so much that I had quite written a whole blog post myself and so, decided to add it here on my Inspirations of My Heart blog.

I had a hope chest once. For my birthday one year when I was in high school, my mom bought me a large whicker chest. I didn’t have a real large variety of items in it when I got married, but what I did have was special.  What I had was a large set of dishes that I had fun getting piece by piece. They were a grocery store marketing set from A.J. Bayless. For every so much money a customer spent, they would get a stamp that you would affix to a card. When you filled up the card, you could get a dinner plate, a cup and saucer. I had collected a set of about 12.



It was so enjoyable to watch my collection grow over time. However, after I was married, my mother had given me her large Pfaltzgraff tea rose set and I had lost interest in the tulip design of the dishes I had collected. My mother-in-law seemed to really love the dishes, so, I took them to her on my first trip to Mexico with my new husband.

The other item I remember having in my hope chest was a letter written by my mom to my future husband. It was a very sweet letter and I still have it. She wrote it when I was in baking a lemon meringue pie for my Home Ec class when I was in Junior High. I guess this will give you an idea just how hopelessly sentimental I am!

After I was married, my mom gave me many things that she no longer used as did a few of the older sisters from our church. And, as time went on, the Lord has provided all the things that I needed and so much more!

Today, I am feeling somewhat melancholy – maybe even a bit weepy. You see, today my baby has turned 13 – no longer a child. I am now the mother of one adult and three teenagers. However, I am counting my blessings today because the Lord has blessed me tremendously with these awesome and wonderful young people who I still call… my children!!! They are so diverse from one another, yet so much fun and they bring me such joy!

Among these, the Lord has blessed me to be the mother of three lovely daughters. My oldest has a hope chest as well. She uses an old beat up green trunk that we have stored in the garage. My next daughter has been storing items in a drawer for the time being and my youngest doesn’t have one… yet.

I have thought about what items should be in a hope chest. I suppose certain factors such as how much room you have to store items would influence what you would collect. There is a family that is very dear to me that my family and I like to visit. They always go so completely out of their way to really made us feel so welcome and loved! One evening their children and mine all but kicked me and their mother out of the kitchen and so, she and I decided to go to town and have our OWN adventures shopping. When we came home, the house was filled with tantalizing, mouth watering smells, and the table! The table was set for all 14 of us and lovingly, beautifully placed with one of their daughter’s fine china that she has been collecting for her hope chest. Her china doesn’t fit in her hope chest which is an old steamer trunk that she and her dad lined. She keeps in in a big plastic bin. Her china wasn’t very fancy, but it was very elegant and I decided then, that if I can, I would like to see my daughters be able to have a china set for their hope chests… even if it doesn’t fit! I’m still working on that one.

Among other necessary basic items that would be needed to start a home, I have listed some ideas to grace the hope and joy of waiting for that very special day:

v    A china set J
v    Very special family heirlooms
v    Handmade items such as
o      a crocheted doily
o      needlework
o      a quilt
o      pillowcases
o      aprons
v    Pictures for my daughters to start their own scrapbook albums
v    An organized recipe book with recipes handed down from family members or simply the tried and true recipes we use often in our family
v    Even special items for their future children.
o      I have a rubber maid box for each of my children containing a few clothes that they wore when they were babies, their blankies, etc. My mom had saved some of the clothes that I had wore and I thought it was so special to put them on my own babies. I still have my clothes, and, someday, I may part them out to each of my children for their children.

o      I have been finding particular books that have been extra special to me when I was young to give to them so that they may teach their children diligently the way in which they should go. 




Monday, May 19, 2014

Another GREAT Math Resource

I just received an email from my mom who always sends me the most interesting and helpful information. The email contained a YouTube link for a wonderful math video from MindYourDecisions for multiplying numbers quickly. If there is a visual learner in your home, you'll want to check this out! In my side bar under "Math Links" I have listed the link to all the videos from "Mind Your Decisions". I haven't seen them all, so I couldn't tell you how helpful the other videos are.

Math Trick Multiply Using Lines

Also, here is the blog for Mind Your Decisions: Mind Your Decisions.



Wednesday, April 30, 2014

What Difference Does it Make?

I pray that this little post will just be an encouragement to all of you beautiful, lovely maidens of the Lord to continue to strive for the very best. 

Have you ever read a choose-your-own story? Well, life is like that. You are placed on this earth with free moral agency as our prophet told us - the freedom to make our own choices, good or bad. In the next paragraphs I have written a fun choose-your-own story. Just read the paragraph, make a decision and then follow the directions scrolling down to the correlating choice that you make. Although I trust that each of you wouldn't DREAM of making the wrong choices, feel free to go back and read what would have happened if you had made the wrong choices. Enjoy reading  :)

INITIAL SCENARIO:
Your mother will be in town all day grocery shopping and running errands and entrusts you with a list of tasks she needs you to do around the house:
            *Do the breakfast dishes
            *Dust the living room
            *Clean the fridge
            *Clean the bathrooms
            *Keep the laundry going
            *Thoroughly clean your room

After your eyes pop out at the “mile long” list she gave you, you reluctantly wave your sweet darling mother off and proceed to conquer the tasks that lie ahead.

Now you’re alone… just you and the walls and those chores AND the Lord who is watching to see what you will do. You are faced with a choice: do the chores or not do them. If you choose to NOT do them, skip ahead to SCENE 2. If you DO choose to do your chores, skip down to SCENE 3 This is kind of a choose-your-own story in case you didn’t notice.

SCENE 2
You’re mother would all but take your life if you didn’t do those chores, so this really wasn’t an option so get yourself in gear to SCENE 3.

SCENE 3
Great choice! Now the next decision comes: do said chores immediately (considering there’s quite a few) or go do your “own thing” for a while and THEN do it. If you choose to get started right away go to SCENARIO 4. If you decide to go have some fun for a while, go to SCENARIO 5

SCENARIO 4
Again, you have made a wise choice! You roll your sleeves up, don your sturdiest apron, plug in your ipod, and like the honorable princess you are, you begin by applying your multi-tasking skills: getting the laundry going, then the dishwasher, spray down the showers and toilets and declare war on the mess in your room! However, your life is filled with decisions and you are about to make one very important decision: to stick with the job you are doing, OR perhaps that book lying in the corner is calling your name. If you choose stick to it, then go to DECISION A. If you can’t handle it anymore and you decide to take “five” and see what happens next in that great story then go to DECISION B.

SCENARIO 5
You decide that you have plenty of time since your mom will be in town for quite a while. So, you take out your phone and begin to text your bosom buddy, you sit down to the computer to take your turn on Chess, read the latest updates on Facebook, answer the phone that just rang while you were replying to your bosom buddy, and find yourself completely engrossed in conversation for the next several hours with another friend you haven’t heard from in a million years!

As you’re merrily talking, and wearing out a path in the floor from pacing back and forth, you happen to look up at the clock and start to panic. You have wasted quite a bit of your day and your mom will be home soon and nothing has gotten done. You quickly get off the chores and as fast as you can, you fly through the house to get everything done starting in your room cramming stuff in your drawers. A book falls on the floor. Now, go to ENDING 2.

DECISION A
That book is no temptation for a strong, determined maiden like you! Nope! You swipe up the book, blow the dust off and return it to it’s place. However, you are now faced with yet another decision and of even greater importance as before: done, completely and thoroughly, even if it means your life, OR cut corners, do the least bit possible just to get it done so you can get on to more pleasing activities. Here we go again: if you choose to do or die, go to ENDING 1. If you choose to do slip shod work, go to ENDING 2.

DECISION B
You plop down on the floor and comfortably lean against the side of your bed and suddenly find yourself in a far away land racing your beautiful mare against the great black stallion, or, finding Uncle Ned behind a tree to rescue you just in time before that mysterious person with the black cape catches you, or….. The next thing you know, you have just turned the last page. You know, the one that says, “The End”? It is also the END of the day and possibly the END of your life as you once knew it as you hear the gravel under the tires as your mom pulls up loaded down with groceries and needing your help to unload. Your face turns white with fear and there’s a knot in the pit of your stomach wishing you could rewind the day and do what you were supposed to. Well you can’t. All you can do, is, face the consequences of your actions – or, the lack of actions in this case. Besides disappointing your mom who just straggled in the doorway with an arm load of groceries, her bulging purse and a hand full of mail and looking like she spent the week fighting giants you are now faced with being grounded for a month from reading books, your list of chores just doubled, of the which you will be completing tomorrow canceling that sleep-over with your bosom friend you were planning. Although you feel that life really did end for you, you have a brand new day ahead with no wrinkles in it….yet.

So, the next day, you get up, and hit those knees to the floor as you ask the Lord to please help you to be more trustworthy today. You put your shoulders back, your chin up and determination swells within you as you begin that new list of chores. Reread SCENARIO A and then choose the RIGHT decision…the one you should have chosen yesterday.

ENDING 1
As the Lord works through your willing and dutiful hands, He is pleased to see you complete each job. The dishes are dried, the glasses spit-shined and gently stored, the living room smells fresh and could be tested with white gloves. Even the legs of the end tables, and the books on the bookshelf are free of dust. The fridge is ready for the groceries that will soon fill it’s sparkling glass shelves. You even go above and beyond your call of duty by wiping down the top and outside of the fridge. The toilet and sinks, even the corners are scrubbed and scoured, the tub is perfectly shiny and the faucets polished. Not only is the laundry clean, but hang-up clothes are ironed and hung, and the rest folded and put away. And your ROOM!!! Oh, that was a chore! But as  you stand back to enjoy the fruit of your labor, sweat drips from your brow, loose strands of hair fall in your face and you smell like you really are in need of a shower! DESPERATELY!

Suddenly, you hear the gravel under the tires as your mom pulls up loaded down with groceries and needing your help to unload. your mom straggles in the doorway with arms loaded with bags of groceries, her bulging purse and a hand full of mail and looking like she spent the week fighting giants. Although you’re tired and would like to just plop into bed, you realize that she’s had just as hard working day as you have and so you quickly relieve her of her burdens and together you get the groceries in the house, unpacked and put away.

You both plop down onto the couch exhausted and begin to talk about supper. SUPPER!!! Oh NOOO! But just then, your dad comes walking in. The grand hero has just brought home some pizza!!!

As you and your family have evening devotions, you give the Lord a sleepy smile as you thank Him for helping you to overcome today.

THE END


ENDING 2
You swoop the book up and shove it onto the bookshelf tearing the cover. Oops! It’s a library book, so now you have to repair it and hope they won’t notice. After hanging up your jacket, you conveniently use your feet to slide a small pile of clothes under your bed out of sight. What you didn’t see was, there was a bag of chips in that pile – a tempting treat for the mouse that your mother has been trying to trap for the past two weeks. How nice of you to keep it nice and plump. As quickly as you can, you unload the dishwasher, and pile them into the cabinet some of them still dripping. Attempting to gather as many glasses as you can, you drop one on your toe and glass is scattered everywhere! Going for the broom and dustpan, you inevitably step on a piece of glass and, yep, it’s blood! Go for the Band-Aid, trip over the laundry basket stuffed full of now wrinkled clothes you had just removed from the dryer. You twisted your ankle so you sit there for a few minutes holding on to it as if it would fall off if you didn’t. Feeling better, you head for that Band-Aid, and now you have to scrub the carpet where the blood dripped. As your rag swipes around the contents of the fridge, it knocks down a bowl of week-old salsa which quickly drips down onto the next shelf and down the sides of the fridge. Can’t get away with nothin’ can you? There’s a reason for that saying, “haste makes waste”.  It’s getting late, so you take a feather duster and just quickly “dust” the living room. The dust poofs up in the air, swirls around and settles right back down onto the furniture. Just then, you remember that you still need to put the rest of the glasses away. So you do all nice and spotted. A simple spray of vinegar and towel would take care of that, but, you don’t have time.

As you plop down onto the couch, sweat drips from your brow, loose strands of hair fall in your face and you smell like you really are in need of a shower! DESPERATELY! Not to mention you are also needing a new bandaid.

Suddenly, you hear the gravel under the tires as your mom pulls up loaded down with groceries and needing your help to unload. Your mom straggles in the doorway with arms loaded with bags of groceries, her bulging purse and a hand full of mail and looking like she spent the week fighting giants. Your mother asks you to help her unload the groceries. Feeling rather grumpy, you fail to even look into your mother’s tired eyes as you proceed to open your mouth quite wide to let her know how much work you’ve done today. Then you give a big sigh, and like a bedraggled martyr using the last bit of strength left in your body, you sacrifice it all to help your mom unload the groceries.

You both plop down in the living room exhausted and begin to talk about supper. SUPPER!!! Oh NOOO! But just then, your dad comes walking in. The grand hero has just brought home some pizza!!!

As you and your family have evening devotions, your mother thanks the Lord for all the help you gave her today and asks Him to bless you abundantly. I need not say that way back in the back of your conscience, a tinge of guilt hangs there because you KNOW you didn’t do a very good job.

THE END


What difference does it make? Why is it so important to do a job well done – exactly the way it’s supposed to be done? You might think, "What does it matter if it isn't perfect? What difference does it make just as long as the job gets done?" It does make a difference.  The Word tells us it does that whatever we are doing, we should always do our very best!

And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus,
giving thanks to God and the Father by him.
~ Colossians 3:17

And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men;
Knowing that of the Lord ye shall receive the reward of the inheritance: for ye serve the Lord Christ.
~ Colossians 3:23-24

Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might;
for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.
~ Ecclesiastes 9:10


Think about this: If we practice always doing our best and never permitting ourselves to do a sloppy, half-way job in whatever task that is given us, in time, doing a good job will become more automatic with less effort. For example, when you’re doing your school work, do you take the time to write with your best handwriting? or do you just try to get the job done? If you take the time to write neatly, erasing your mistakes completely (not just writing over the mistakes or “sort of” erasing them) making it your goal to have beautiful handwriting, although it seems so tedious, in time, you will be able to write beautifully with ease and without even thinking about it.

So it is with every aspect of our lives. Make it your goal to do a beautiful job whether you are doing your school work, household chores, preparing a meal, making a gift for someone, playing an instrument, working at a job, etc.  And if you continue to strive to do your best, you will be training your eyes, your mind, your whole being till it just becomes a graceful part of your character enabling you to easily recognize when something isn’t right.


57-0818  TIME.TESTED.MEMORIALS.OF.GOD
You see, a man's character is made known by his works. Whatever you are, your works prove what you are. No matter how much you testify, whatever you say, pro or con, that has nothing to do with it; your works tell what you are, tells what you are inside. Every job that you do manifests what you are. And you business men, if you just do a patched up job, see what I mean, just a halfway job, don't do that. If you can't do it right, don't do it at all. That's right.
When you come to Christ, if you can't absolutely sell out lock, stock, and barrel, and come to Christ, don't come at all. But when you really want to be a Christian, stand out, make it real. That's what God wants you to be. And that'll--that'll prove... Your works will prove what your character is. Your character is known by the works that you do.
                                                                                  

Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.
~ Proverbs 31:31




Knights in Shining Armor

In history, you've heard of the well respected and noble knights in shining armor bearing long spears, riding grand powerful horses, fighting impossible battles, winning the greatest victories over the kingdom's enemies. But how did they become such victorious knights? They didn't become knights overnight. It took many years. In 
fact, they started as little boys called Pages. At around the age of six or seven a boy, who was of noble lineage, (family of the king) would report to the local lord's castle or manor to begin his training as a knight. He was trained by another knight, baron, or lord. There he started out learning simple things like table manners, care and maintenance of armor and weapons, and how to care for a horse. He would also learn how to read and how  to appreciate music or even play the lute . Then he would start learning how to hunt and how to hawk.

For precept must be upon precept, precept upon precept;
line upon line, line upon line; here a little, and there a little
Isaiah 28:10

At around the age of thirteen, if the boy has learned to do these small tasks well, the Page is then promoted to Squire. He is assigned as the personal assistant to a knight. Because he's getting bigger and starting to develop into his manhood, his training would focus much more on weapons, horsemanship and combat. One thing that  was very seriously focused on was the rules of tactics for horse mounted combat. This was the most essential aspect of combat for a knight. It was this mounted combat that made a knight a feared and respected foe. Finally, if the Squire had learned his lessons well, and done his very best in every task that was given him whether great or small, he could then become a Knight.

He that is faithful in that which is least is faithful also in much:
and he that is unjust in the least is unjust also in much.
Luke 16:10

The ceremony of becoming a knight often lasted several days. He would fast and pray. During the actual knighting ceremony the knight would swear allegiance to God and to his lord He would receive presents such as a sword, a pair of spurs, armor, and a cloak.  At the end of the ceremony the king would tap 
the squire on the shoulders with the flat of a sword blade and he would become a knight. Now that he became a knight, do you think that he could now relax and enjoy his new status? No, the life of a knight was a life of constant vigilance in combat and constant striving toward improvement in the eyes of others.


“A little neglect may breed mischief,...
for want of a nail, the shoe was lost;
for want of a shoe the horse was lost;
and for want of a horse the rider was lost.”

Benjamin Franklin (1706 - 1790)

Poor Richard's Almanack, 1758

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

The Mighty Hunter

I just had to share this. This is our mighty hunter Miko. Her prey...a fly. I find it amazing how spry and youthful she is in spite of her age. In kitty years she's about 70!!! I guess it goes to show that you are only as old as you think yourself to be. She does have her senior moments though. 

Here comes... the mighty hunter!

One ear....

Two ears...

One paw...

Two paws...

and LUNGE!!!!

miss.

In case you didn't see the fly... here is.