Another “New Year” is upon us… fresh and clean, unblemished and new. There’s something marvelous and hopeful about a new beginning — a fresh start. And so, with this blog entry, I pray for, and wish for you as well, a year of great hope, joy, peace, faithfulness and steadfast walking with the Lord. I pray for the peaceable fruit of righteousness and faith for each day. 21 This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. 22 It is of the LORD’S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. 23 They are new every…
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Amelia (the last baby of eleven) “Mama, I’m so glad you had more children…” Me: So you’d have lots of people to play with and lots of people to take care of you?” She nodded, yes, and gave me a hug. I think she’d forgotten that she’d told me this some time ago.
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Give thanks unto the Lord for He is good. His mercy endures forever. Happy Thanksgiving from all of us here at The Welcome Home. God bless you ♥
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I read a letter from a dear sister and at the end of her letter she enclosed a quote: “Self-pity is like super glue from hell that keeps us stuck to the past.” (Love & Thank you, Jenny) As I’ve worked in our home today I’ve been mulling this quote over in my mind. I’ve been thinking of other angles on this one and I’ve come to see another angle on what keeps us stuck in the past — it seems to me that guilt is the “super glue from hell” that keeps us stuck to the past. Even confessed…
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I’ve been thinking of this a little bit lately… what if we had to leave our home in a hurry. No, not because of an impending flood, but for some other reason entirely. For a little background, I guess I ought to say that we’re not all set up to survive for 90 days or two years or whatever. We don’t have a great huge stockpile of anything. Well, except wheat and pink salt. We do have a bunch of both. So, I’ve been sort of glancing here and there in our home — taking a brief mental inventory of…
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My blog journal… the journey to bake the perfect cake. I’ve been working on this other blog off and on — more off than on, obviously, for quite some time. My husband had secured the biz-name for me a couple of years ago. And then the site — but I couldn’t figure out how to make the site work and I couldn’t figure out what to share and what not to share and I hadn’t taken enough photos along the way and my phone camera isn’t the greatest and on and on. I originally thought the site would be a…
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Every Thursday morning, like clockwork, our trash-man rolls down the lane to gather this week’s investment in a local landfill from our trash bin. Every two months a billing for this service shows up in our mailbox. Each week, as I shop for our groceries, I realize there are going to be additional costs to these groceries beyond the initial purchase price. I’m going to have to pay to drive them home, pay to store them in the fridge, pay to store them in jars or whatever, pay to cook them, pay to wash the pots and pans, pay to…
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♥ ‘melia told me she loved the beautiful ‘drangeas’ in the front. I said, O, ‘melia, it’s hydrangeas — further enunciating: HY-drangeas. She said, O — no mama, not the high ones — the low ones — the drangeas. ♥ This morning ‘melia told Hannah that it would be 73 grees today. I think she thinks the de in degrees is sort of an article of speech and not particular to the word degree. ♥ Reminds me of when she used to say, that’s a good dea, when commenting on a thought or idea someone else had — as…
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The House That Built Me
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