Missing the Farm/ Home

When I think of home, it is the farm and church in Buchanan, Michigan. Sure, I was in the trailer park until I was 9, but we were at the farm a lot and I always felt the most normal and relaxed there. I hung out with the black lab Sheba. We ran through the fields. I climbed on the farm equipment and sat in the tires about 3-4 times my size. The smell of dirt calms my soul to this day. A hard days work makes dinner taste so much better, and we had great cooks in our family. Bad cooks and non-singers need not apply in our family. And if we weren’t at the farm or suffering through school (just because I aced everything never meant I liked it, I was just ambitious), we were at church. Yes, I spent a lot of time with Shawny and Jody (before we lost her), my best friends, and riding on bikes. But we were at church every Sunday morning and evening and Wednesday night and for every single event they had otherwise. Best people in the world!

My heart is still there and I am itching to get back there something fierce- to visit or live, makes no difference to me at this point. But if God pulls us out of here before that can happen, that is even better because I know my forever home is always with Jesus and it could not.be better to be where He is physically and not just spiritually. 😄❤

Homesick

I have always been a traveller. I have always felt like a foreigner. I have always been weird, out of the loop, never popular and never wanting to be, always well known and a leader naturally but never feeling like I really belong or am accepted as I am fully- except with God, with my best friend, with my Daddy, with my Aunt Rosie and my Grandmas. I guess that is more than most but the only living ones left are God, of course, Aunt Rosie and Shawny and God is the only one less than a day’s drive away. So I would be terribly lonely without the Lord. Yes, I teach and kids, old people and animals love me, but that is it. I am.not sure most of the time my husband likes me. I am just a weird cut. Don’t get me wrong, I am ok with that most of the time. But right now, I am lonely.

So, when lonely and homesick for my hometown and family, I pray and God, who has always been there loving me, comforts me. To Him I go and love Him so much! And He brings me joy and peace and love. And someday soon I will be caught up and delivered to Heaven. And that I am looking forward to and can call home. It will be good to finally be home.😄❤

New Church Home for Wednesdays

Our church no longer had classes or kids really either anymore. I had been needing a Wednesday night home for my kids to make friends and feel like home and tonight we found a new church home for Wednesdays! So wonderful to find a loving bunch of good people who believe in investing in children. We are all so very happy! Praise God!😄❤

Home from Church

My church was without a pianist today. I stayed home with my sick daughter. I and my son are well now but she is suddenly sick, Lord bless her. So we had church at home. It was sweet and I loved the breather with her. I was sorry to miss my brothers and sisters in Christ but it was good to take care of my daughter. So here we are and I noticed that she is much better at being sick than I was. God is so good! ❤

Rearranging Rooms

Life has been extraordinarily busy lately. And whether in answer to that or in rebellion of being busy with so many things outside our home, I have rearranged my daughter’s room last weekend and my son’s room today. They both are more age-appropriate and less cluttered. This needed to happen. In addition, I cleaned out the art corner. Wow, that was a job! Also, my daughter’s hair and mine are now shoulder-length bobs. That also needed to happen. And now my home feels cleaner, less cluttered, and I am so content the house is better, decluttered. It is an enormous blessing from God. And I get now why some people of older wisdom said that “cleanliness is next to Godliness”. You feel calmer and can accept God’s peace easier and better somehow. 😄❤