Thanksgiving Memories and Traditions…

Hey all!

I wanted to do something different this week to honor God and to celebrate Thanksgiving which is this week here in the US.  Thanksgiving is a day to thank God for our blessings.  This was the original intent back in 1863 when Abraham Lincoln made it a national holiday.  Somehow it has gotten squeezed between Halloween (a waste of time, energy, and money in my opinion) and the commercialism that is replacing “Christ” in Christmas.

I invite you all to comment below with your favorite Thanksgiving memories or traditions or to list your prayers to God and your thankgivings to Him for what you have.  We are all blessed whether we feel like it or not.  If you are breathing, it is because of God…

I wish you all a joyous Thanksgiving, full of warmth and laughter and family and friends and praise to Him who made it all possible.

I would like to personally say thank you to each and every one of you.  I am truly blessed to have this forum and to have amazing readers who find something here every week.  It gives me a purpose that I only recently have come to appreciate, and I pray I will appreciate more.  I wish I could give each and every one of you a big hug and invite you over for coffee to praise Him!  Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

God bless you all!

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Praises to My Husband…

I don’t post much about the man behind me.

But if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be here.

Typing to you all.

I just wouldn’t have the time.

His hard work and sacrifices enable me to do this and to raise my kids.

His money pays for it all:  trucks, gas, home, household, food, guitar lessons, dog food, dentist visits, soccer, school supplies, clothes, art supplies, Christmas cards, presents, charity, and everything else we spend money to live on.

My girls and I had a concert last night where we got to play songs on stage.  I had a blast!  I was hyped up for hours afterwards.

Three years ago, that wouldn’t have been possible when my husband was unemployed and going through layoffs.

It was a great reminder of how I am blessed–not only by God but by my husband.  We often forget the people God blesses us with especially those closest to us.

He encourages my writing.  Encourages my homeschooling.  In my parenting.  Encourages me when my dog dies.  In everything.

He gave me a purpose I lacked before when he asked me to be his wife.  He gave me my kids.

He gave me him.

All by God’s plan.

So, I type this as a praise to him and his hard work.  To encourage him as he is away this Thanksgiving, working so we can eat some turkey.

I don’t sing his praises enough or encourage him or tell him how much he is appreciated. So I’m doing it now.

Honey, I love you and appreciate all you do for our family.  You have a much harder role than I do as the provider of this family.  And you embrace that role God has given you and always exceed expectations.

We love you!  And so does “Fluffy”!

I Am Not Attached to Anything…

We looked into buying the rental we are currently living in from the landlords.  We thought we had a price negotiated but then they wanted more right before the contract was inked.

We wouldn’t budge.  Because the house is not exactly what we are looking for.

So we’re looking for a house to buy again.

I have been a transient most of my adult life.  I have lived in 5 countries and visited many, many more.  I have lived in dorms, apartments, campers, and houses.

We did own a house once.  For 7 years we owned that house.  It was okay.  But it wasn’t what we wanted.

Still, when it was taken from us in foreclosure, it was hard to let it go.  But not too hard. And not because it wasn’t what we wanted.

It wasn’t hard because by that point we had lost all of our vehicles (4 or so because it was my husband’s business that caused the bankruptcy) and all of our toys (four-wheelers, motocycles, and snowmobiles).  So, why not the house?  After all, they’ve taken everything else.

When you’ve had everything taken away from you, you tend to not get attached to things.

Realtors count on people “falling in love with a house” and then paying more that they were originally intending to pay for it–merely because there’s emotion involved.  So do car salesmen.  Hence, the test drive.

Not with this mama.  Sorry.

I’m ready to walk anytime.  I can find a new “home” to live in.  Why?  Because it’s not “home”.  Home is heaven.  Earth is merely a transient walk I am taking.

With one caveat:  my family.  I, of course, need my family.  But as long as I have them (and this includes my two mangy old dogs who need their mama), I’m good.

And God of course.

But He goes without saying.  For me anyways.  Because He’s in my heart.  Where I go, He goes.  Always and forever.

There will be sunrises over our new home like this:

And rainbows outside our window like this:

My husband doesn’t want to move again (who does?).  But God wants us to.  Just like He did all those other times.  So here we go again.

I can say this because I’m not attached to any material thing in this world.

My question is:  Are you?

Focus on the Family

This was the words I received from God last night as I was praying about my family and everything else in my life and about what I needed to do.

I’m once again going through some major changes.  We are moving to a place I’ve never lived before.  I have quit my newspaper column, which took a major impact on me emotionally (I don’t think I will ever return to such an endeavor.  It is too easy to knock people in today’s society of the Internet and I want to be loving, not argumentative).  Homeschool has hit a bump in the road.  I think we all need a much deserved break.

On top of all this, I feel no Christmas spirit, which is rare for me as this is usually my favorite time of the year.  We won’t have a tree as we are moving.  We have to stay with my in-laws again for a week until our house is ready (never pleasant).  Plus, a personal complaint:  I hate moving in the winter.  I told my husband never again but here we are.

The last 6 months have been a huge strain on me and I think the whole family suffered because of it.

So focus on the family is going to be my top New Year’s Resolution.  This includes everything:  physical, spiritual, mental, etc.  And this includes myself as well.  Focus on the things I need to do to be a better wife, mother, and pet owner (although I think the dogs are doing quite well.  They are both happily sleeping on my bed at this very moment).

I think the rest (personal, professional, and passion goals) will fall into place once I realign myself with God and what’s the most important thing in my life.

Cute Things My 3-Year Old Son Says and Does….

“Mommy, I want Daddy to go to work.”

“Why?”

“So I can sleep in your bed.”

My son likes to pretend to be a cat.  So now I have to put the cat to bed.

He hangs up his art work (scribbled coloring pages) all over his room.  The other day, I discovered he had hung up some in my room.  He has officially taken over.

I just finished putting “jammies” on my son’s dinosaur for bed.

I was called out of bed because my son’s dinosaur was scared.  I had to give it kisses (and my son too).

My son has become obsessed with cutting paper.  All day long during homeschool he cuts and cuts and cuts.  At the end of the day I vacuum all of his little bits up.  But hey–it keeps him entertained so I can teach!

“Mommy, I can’t find the yipper!”

“The what?” I say.

“The yipper.  Where is it?”

“Honey,” I respond, “I don’t know what a yipper is.”

“Zipper,” my husband translates.  “He can’t find the zipper.”

“Oh,” I say, laughing.

“Mommy, can you tie this?”

My son hands me one of my husband’s old ties and his dino.  I tie the tie to his dinosaur’s tail.  I tie the other end to his light saber.  Then my son goes happily off, dragging his dino.

“Why you doing this?” I ask my son, curious as to what’s going through his mind.

“So I don’t have to carry him.”

“Oh,” I say.

The next thing I know my 8 year old and 6 year old come galloping up on their horses (broom sticks with a cut-out horse’s head taped on top).  They also have a jump rope tied around the broom stick, to which they tether their horses with in the stable (a doorknob).  Their baby dolls are also somehow tied to the broom stick–a make-shift saddle.

Like doesn’t get much better than this.

I Want to Be a Novelist, Not a Columnist…

Let’s face it: none of us are getting any younger.

I have come to realize lately as my 3 year old is rapidly approaching 4 that I no longer have any “babies” in terms of needing constant care.  Which means I am getting older too.

My dream has been for a while now to be a novelist.  It is what drives me every day to do what I do.

This columnist gig was great but it takes up a lot of my writing time.  Instead of writing on my novel (which gives me an insane amount of joy), I spend time writing my column (which lately has given me little joy).

I put a lot of effort into my columns (like I do here) and the ones I think are good I get no response from the public.  I wrote a really great piece on Thanksgiving basically relating the history of Thanksgiving and how it was originally meant to thank GOD and no one else and how it has all been secularized.

Nothing.  No emails.  No on-line responses.

I write opinion pieces on laws and I get told to go back to where I come from.

I feel I am not impacting anyone.  And I feel God has called me to make an impact.

I have felt this way since the end of September but I pushed forward.  However, I can’t ignore my gut any longer.

With only so much time in the day that is actually mine, I must make cuts.  And this is the first one on the chopping block.

I want to spend as much time with my kids as possible while still pursuing my dreams. Right now, I only have one dream.  And it has nothing to do with a career in newspaper land.

NOTE OF CLARIFICATION:  I am speaking about the column I am writing in my local newspaper, NOT THIS BLOG!  This is a blog, not a column.  Sorry for any confusion!!!