Friday, December 28, 2007

Once again . . .

. . . The last turned out to be first. Skip down to "Blognette" and read up from there. I'll get the hang of this eventually!

Markie and her baby sister Emma in the sweet dresses sister Sarah Beth made for their Christmas gifts. She made a matching one for sister Rosie also.
It's Joey's turn in the Christmas chair! This makes a much more pleasant time, and no one is in a hurry, so we hand out gift from youngest up -- of course, it takes several rounds, but what a sweet time! Granddaddy and C.J. look on -- it's C.J.'s turn next!
Sarah, Kitty, R.G. and Matthew performing at the Historical Society's Christmas festival in Ft. Meade .
Cowboys tip their hats. Actually, this isn't the picture I thought it was. Oh, well, not every shot is a perfect one!

"Blognette"???

My friend, Carmon (here) http://buriedtreasurebooks.com/weblog/, says a "blognette" is "a brief post for those times when you are busy with more important things, like Christmas . . ." so that's my excuse, and I'm sticking to it! IF there are any readers left out there, y'all! Seriously, once again, my apologies for not being faithful to that which I have committed. And, God willing, I will improve!

Meantime, here are some pictures of the last month or so. God has been good to us and allowed us to spend a wonderful time together with our family this sweet holiday season. We are not finished -- my large extended side of the family always gets together on Jan. 1 for fellowship and gift exchanges, so that is still to come. We look forward to it, as it seems to make the actual celebration last a whole week.

Christmas, for all its wonderful cozy atmosphere and nostalgia, is to me a blessed opportunity to let the Lord reveal things in His Word about the coming of the Savior as a babe, yet fully God. "Born to die" is a song the children sing in performances this time of year, and how full of meaning those simple words are! What an infinite God we serve!

This is Margaret Anne and me -- her dream came true! It was almost my nightmare! She said she dreamed of opening a Christmas box to find a fluffy fancy dress, made by Grandmother. Meanwhile, I was having one of those nightmares where I was swimming slow-motion in bridal satin and upholstery fabric, trying to make the gathers fit on the bustle! Anyway, it is finished and she was elated!!
Sarah Beth drew Mary's name in the Cousin exchange, and Sarah took Mary's love for furnishing her dollhouse and turned it into a unique gift. Sarah's daddy Eddie has a woodworking shop in one of our buildings, and he helped Sarah learn how to cut strips of our "hurricane oak", bevel it, sand it, and finish it for high-class flooring for Mary's dollhouse! Mary was thrilled!
Kitty drew R.G.'s name, and part of her gift to him was the ever-welcome and cherished beef jerky. R.G. is not a stingy by nature, but just try getting a piece of that jerky out of his hands!

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

The Last Shall Be First :)

Okay, the pictures I meant to be last are actually first . . . but who's keeping track! Just bear with this granny-brain, folks! All the precious maidens of virtue
Sir Cuthbert Higgleston gets his plume!
Weaving the May Pole -- the girls were fascinated by how their interaction produced such an attractive pattern of ribbons on the pole. By the way, our lovely sugar sand in the background behind the little guest house and hanging moss in the other pictures don't exactly evoke medieval visions, do they??

Monday, December 3, 2007

Ye Maidens Faire continued

As you can tell, I continue to get confused on how these posts are actually going to show up! So I guess the "continued" will be before the original! Oh, well. You get the idea.

The sweet Stricklen girls, Molly's family, with Grandmother and Great-grandmother. Little William "snuck" into the ladies' festivities.
Gracie (center) with her sisters (except baby Emma) and Mama, Grandmama, and Great-grandmama.
Aunt Katie and her only little princess Rachel,with Great-grandmother Harris


Sarah hits a bull's eye.

Ye Maidens Faire . . .

The maiden of honor, Gracie (center) with friend Christiana (left) and cousin Mary (right) as the festivities begin!
"She strengtheneth her arms . . ." Beautiful, ladylike maidens who also value strength and vigor. Left to right: Cousin Mary (hidden), sister Kitty with bow, sister Sarah, cousin Abby, sister Markie, and little cousin Rachel. It was amazing how many bull's eyes were hit!
Joyous mothers at the pavillion. Left to right: Daughter-in-law Ashley, Me, daughter Beth (Gracie's mother) daughter Katie, my beautiful mother and Gracie's great-grandmother Frances, and daughter Molly

What a wonderful time we had! Tantalizing medieval treats, sumptuous decorations, lovely home-made costumes, and beautiful godly maidens enjoying each other's company, honoring their friend and sister, Grace. It was my privilege to hostess the event and ask the Lord's blessing on the day and on these precious young ladies who will carry the torch into the future.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Oh, I forgot!

I forgot to add:

Matthew is doing fine. Thank you, dear Heavenly Father.

My mother is doing well. She gets weepy easily, but after 62 years devoted to helpmeeting one man, it is natural. She continues to shine as an example of a precious godly woman. Thanks to all who have asked about her and Matthew.

Woe Is Me . . . !

I cannot believe it has been three weeks since I posted anything! Well, you have been very understanding about my father's homegoing and Matthew's illness, and I appreciate it. I will, of course, try to make excuses, but don't believe them . . .

I have had a bad cold (I guess that is what it was -- it was bad congestion and coughing, etc. God has delivered me, and I am on the mend).

Umm . . . I was waiting for daughter Molly to send me pictures of Thanksgiving (hint, hint . . . I still don't have them!) So I didn't want to post until I was able to put up pictures, too. (Am I getting any sympathy yet???)

Okay, I give up. No excuse. Just inertia. Well, since I don't have any pictures I want to put up right now, I will just do a short update:

1) Thanksgiving was very blessed and special. The whole family was here, except for faithful trucker Robert. We canceled our trip to Indiana because of Matthew's hospitalization, so Katie's family didn't get to meet up with their daddy :( But we had a wonderful time anyway. The food was great and bountiful, and the fellowship was precious.

2) Gracie's medieval party is here at our home this Friday! What a joy it has been to help these girls make their beautiful dresses! Still a few details to go on a couple of dresses, and tomorrow will be filled with decorating (setting up pavillions and maypoles, etc.), Hope to have some sweet pictures soon.

3) I just tonight finished dear husband Danny's invitations for his "Christmas BBQ", something he is trying to make a tradition of sorts, as a thank you for his drafters and customers. It was fun last year, as well as being a great opportunity to demonstrate to interested folks "what the Lord can do through one family who is committed to His ways and to each other". (This is the "Country Cousins" motto) The grandchildren will help serve and will play Christmas/bluegrass. There will be trap shooting and hayrides, as well as great barbeque. Hey, y'all . . . wanna come?

4) The busy season for performances is upon us, so the children (and their grandparents) will be hither and yon around the county. God's grace will be sufficient!

Hope to get back more often! God bless you all as you contemplate His amazing grace in sending His beloved Son to bring us into His family.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Amazing Praise Report!



Matthew and his little cousin William. A real man of God in the making!


We are thanking the Lord tonight for His amazing hand of mercy -- Matthew was sent home from the hospital this afternoon! Yesterday, the doctors prepared Katie for a much longer recovery time, but today, he had healed significantly and was able to come home. And he was ready! Katie's boys are active boys who love to keep busy, and Matthew was not caring for the sedate life of the hospital.

Thank you, faithful heavenly Father . . . "In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me." (Psalm 120:1) Matthew brought home some meds for the next few days, and his eyes are still slightly puffy, as the air has not dissipated yet. In addition, he still will have to take it easy for a week or so, but he is truly on the mend.

Again, we are so grateful for your interceding on behalf of Matthew and his family. God bless you and your families as we all prepare for a season of true Thanksgiving.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Matthew Update

Thank you so much to all who have lifted up Matthew and our family to the throne of grace. God is faithful. He has been so good to our family in the last 24 hours. The hospital was able to get Matthew on oxygen right away, and they informed us that state law requires children in intensive care to be moved to a hospital with a pediatric intensive care unit. So Matthew, accompanied by his mother, took an ambulance ride from Bartow to St. Joseph's Children's Hospital in Tampa about 3:00 this morning.

He has some sort of puncture or tear in one lung. They do not know how it happened, but it is allowing air to escape into the body cavities, puffing his body up, and not be exhaled the regular way. His face last night looked like he had gained 50 pounds instantly! They have him on 100% oxygen to heal the tear and are giving him breathing treatments for the congestion he has developed.

Katie was home a few hours today to nap and nurse Samuel. The other children are staying with various families members, and she has taken Samuel back to Tampa with her. Her inlaws are in the Tampa area and can help with Samuel when she is at the hospital.

The doctors believe it will take 5 days minimum for the tear to heal, so Matthew will most likely be in the hospital until Sunday or Monday. The trip to Tampa is usually an hour, so prayers will surely be appreciated for traveling mercies. Robert is praying he can arrange to get home for a couple of days (he is in the San Antonio TX area today). Our whole family had planned to try to go to Indiana for Thanksgiving, but that has been laid aside.

Once again, we praise the Lord for His people, the community of faith, who have taken us to their hearts and prayed for us. Thank you so much.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Urgent Prayer Request

I am so sorry not to have updated recently, but I am coming now to ask for prayer. Please pray with our family. Katie' second son, 15 year old Matthew, has had chest congestion and difficulty breathing for the last day or so, and this evening his face began swelling. She called our doctor, and he agreed to meet her at the office tonight to check Matthew.

She just called me, and she is taking Matthew to the hospital for a possible collapsed lung. The doctor felt speed was necessary, so she is driving him herself. Please pray that they can discover the problem and get his breathing stable again. Sometimes, this grandmother needs to be reminded that God is in control and He loves Matthew even more than I do. Thank you for your prayers -- I will update soon.

Monday, October 29, 2007

Thank you, dear and faithful friends

Words cannot express how comforting and uplifting it is to know that so many of the household of faith are holding our family up in prayer right now. Thank you so much for your sweet comments and remembrances. The Lord's people are so precious and special to one another. Thank you.

Please pray with us that Daddy's service will be one of victory and honor to our heavenly Father. Thank you again, dear friends.

Friday, October 26, 2007

Safe in the Arms of Jesus

My dear daddy, Kye Harris, left this earth yesterday and went to the arms of Jesus. The cause of death was pneumonia, which he had struggled so valiantly with many times over the last few years. Thank God, He answered our prayers and Daddy went home peacefully, without struggle.

Daddy was the 10th of 12 children, born in south Georgia in the midst of the Great Depression. Stories of his childhood always fascinated us children growing up. As an adult, we loved to sit and listen to him and his siblings tell those stories and laugh at themselves, each time revealing little secrets about one another.

When the Second World War began, he was 14 and tried to join the Navy. They (wisely) sent him home. When he was 15, he succeeded in joining the U.S. Marines and was sent to the Pacific theater. There he engaged in combat in four major battles including the Marshall Islands, Saipan, Tinian and Iwo Jima and received the Purple Heart for numerous wounds.

Although Daddy grew up in a Christian home, he went to war lost. The Lord graciously used that war to draw him to Himself, and he was saved in a foxhole, a true foxhole conversion. When he returned home at 18, he and my mother, who was 17 at the time, were married shortly after. They prayed and told the Lord, “If there is a job You need done and you can’t get anyone else to do it, we’ll do it. If there is a place you need someone, and you can’t get anyone else to go, Lord, we’ll go there.” And they did.

We were really, really poor in my early years, but Daddy made life fun (though he also trained us to be good Marines!). We traveled the United States (frugally) and spent years and miles meeting God’s people (friendships which endure to this day) and speaking in Bible conferences. We thought we had moved up in the world when he took a pastorate in New Mexico and had a regular paycheck.

When I was a teen, we moved back to North Carolina, and Daddy never failed to have a Bible conference or teaching series going on, sometimes for weeks. Along the way, the Lord convicted him that God’s children did not belong in state schools, and he began a ministry of pioneering Christian schools and colleges, eventually numbering more than 70 all across the U.S.

The last time I saw Daddy, on Tuesday, I held his hand and told him how eternally thankful I am that he poured himself into his relationship with his children. He saturated our every day with the Word of God. We learned the Word, memorizing lengthy passages as well as learning deep principles, from a very early age. Of course, I thought it was punishment to sit through all those hours and hours of Bible teaching, in conferences as well as at home, but how I bless my father for his wisdom! What a strong foundation he gave us! And it is our privilege to pass that on to our children and grandchildren.

Yes, a weary warrior has gone home. His suffering is over. Of course, we mourn, and Mother is lost without him, but we are so thankful the Lord has him in His care now. He is with my little sister Ginger and his parents and dear friends who went before. He is waiting for us, and it is our honor to carry the torch and pass it to the next generation.

I want to thank all of our dear friends who faithfully lifted him up. Please continue to pray for the family, especially Mother. She is a strong woman, but of course this is hard for her. The funeral is November 3 in Winter Haven FL, and his earthly temple will be committed to the ground on Monday, November 5, at the National Cemetery in Bushnell, FL. Thank you for reading this lengthy tribute. May the Lord receive glory and honor in this time of grief – that would be Daddy’s highest desire.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Performin' in Pickle Town!

The Country Cousins at the Pavillion in Wauchula FL on Saturday. It earned the nickname "Pickle Town" because of the large cucumber facility there. The town was celebrating its 100th anniversary, and the children decided to dress as pioneers for the occasion. This part of Florida is still very rural, with ranches and groves everywhere. The children performed well and blessed the crowd. It was a very pleasant day.
From left: Daniel, dobro-learner; Callie, dobro; in back, Matthew, guitar; Gracie, mandolin; Mary, fiddle; Sarah Beth, fiddle. Callie and Gracie also play fiddle, and Sarah also plays about anything she wants to, as well as writes some very precious songs. Callie, Gracie, and Sarah have done vocals in the past and are working on more confidence in that area.
Peter, banjo man; Kitty, lead guitar; RG, bass fiddle. Peter is also teaching himself guitar and plays the fiddle (when forced to!). Kitty plays the violin for church and is teaching herself piano. RG, like Sarah, plays about anything he wants to. He is a great "scrub" fiddler (think "Orange Blossom Special") while Sarah is our "finesse" fiddler (think "Ashoken Farewell") RG has also become pretty proficient on guitar.
Little Cousins Margaret Anne, Rosie, and Rachel wait patiently to sing their cowboy songs.
Little Cousins Benny, Markie, Abby, Margaret Anne, Rosie, and Rachel love to sing "Happy Trails" and "Faith, Hope, and Charity". Markie does some yodeling in "Cowboy Sweetheart" and Abby does a beautiful solo of "You're the Only Star in My Blue Heaven". Saturday was Margaret Anne's debut as a soloist on "Oh, Susannah!"

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Florida Fall Foliage!

Of course, the lovely bougainvillea and other lovely flowers are still blooming! (Molly, what is the name of that blue one??)
The various crotons provide stunning fall colors.
This golden rain tree, in daughter Katie's yard, has dropped most of its golden rain and is in its red stage. These flower (or whatever they are) look like little Chinese lanterns in their final stage. I love them.
This golden rain tree is still mostly "golden", and has not rained down its gold yet.

It is a little cooler here for the next couple of days – mid-80s highs and upper-60s lows. That should be refreshing for a little while, and hopefully the children’s performance on Saturday will not be too muggy. It is supposed to go up again next week, but that is normal for here. Anyway, I thought it would be nice to share some of our fall colors – we do have some, you know!

Our colors are a little different from the beautiful leaves changing up north (which I still miss after 33 years in FL), but hey, I will take fall color wherever I can! And, of course, the flowers are still blooming everywhere, so that is definitely a plus! (BTW, I took these pictures on my Blackjack cell phone -- I thought they weren't too bad, for a cell phone camera!)

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Busy Season!

Diligent Sarah mixing the latest "in the rough" CD. (The picture does not do Sarah's sweet countenance justice -- my camera is taking very dark pictures, and Adobe "fixed" it for me.)

The "busy season" has begun in earnest for us. Of course, each family is in full swing with school (actually, most of the children did some school work, off and on, during the summer -- especially those nearing graduation). But we have come to see that fall is the "busy season" for the Country Cousins, too. Here in Florida, all the "snowbirds" are returning, and every community is having some sort of "fall festival". The older folks love to hear them play and for the Little Cousins to come sing old Roy Rogers/Gene Autry/folk and gospel songs.

So we will be off to Wauchula's 100th anniversary celebration this Saturday, and Historic Kathleen's fall festival the next, and Lake Buffum Baptist Church's the next . . . It is a busy time, but how it hones their gifts and talents for the Lord! It is always a challenge to keep unity and sweet spirits, but the Lord is faithful to keep us focused when we gather to pray and lift our burdens to Him.

We have been working on our "in the rough" CD -- samples of the children's music -- since everywhere folks ask if they have one. Sarah has such a desire to see things done well that she has taken on the learning of the sound system (until Uncle Robert is able to be home on a regular basis). She has a great musical ear, so she keeps us sounding good. RG has pitched in there, too, especially when setting up the live system.

So it begins. An exhausting, but exciting time! Hopefully, we will be able to post some good pictures of the performances. Hopefully, the real, authentic, professionally-done CD will be completed soon!



Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Apples!!

Margaret Anne, Grandmother, CJ, and Abigail working on those apples!

A friend was able to get crates of apples for all of us "autumn-deprived" folks here in central FL, and I ordered 2 crates. Yes, there are only two of us, but I had a couple reasons for ordering 2 crates. Well, first, grandchildren are always asking, "Grandmama, may I have an apple?" So, I figure they will know the answer before they ask (at least for a week or two!) And since they are here often, they will also share in the bounty (see next paragraph!)

Second, I love to put up the bounty!! We have lived in Florida for 33 years, but I never cease to miss a specific time of year to put up the harvest before the cold sets in. Here, we are blessed to be able to get fresh produce year-round at good prices (even some good local produce), so the need to preserve isn't as obvious. But I still rather like the feeling of putting by for a different season, and I enjoy the process, so I do it!

And I believe it is important to teach the children to do the same. I am not a hoarder, but a storer (just ask anyone who has seen "Grandmother's store"!) Yesterday, Molly and her younger ones came by to help me for a while, and we did applesauce! I am freezing it, so I am doing up just a large stockpot at a time, rather than a huge canner-full at once.

Margaret Anne, CJ, and Abby loved the old-time apple corer-peeler-slicer, and each took turns cranking, removing the cores, cutting the slices into half-moons, and taking the remains to the chickens. I usually do make juice from the cores, but the chickens needed a treat. Then today, Katie's little ones Rachel and Joey were over when I was working, and they repeated yesterday's routine.

I cannot tell you how precious it is to watch another generation learn old, worthwhile skills. When I was a child, we lived in Washington state, and friends who owned an orchard generously included our family in the canning time, at an actual community cannery. What an experience! And of course, my grandmothers always put up quite a bit.

My children used to help me in Indiana when we were blessed with bounty from my inlaws' acre-sized garden, and we also hunted down abandoned pear and apple trees on local farms. The basement shelves were filled with glowing jewel-colored jars.

Now their children are learning that food doesn't come from some magic tin-can machine in the back of a mega-store. One year, we made pear preserves together, just as my grandmother had done with me. My husband and I believe these lessons will not be lost on the grandchildren if (and we are afraid "when") hard times may come to America, and our descendants will be glad they learned the value of "go to the ant, learn her ways and be wise".

Thank you, Tracy, for thinking of us and doing the run-around work on this good produce! And thank You, Lord, for Your mercy to America and for Your hand of bountiful blessing!

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Future Patriarchs

R.G. with cousin Emma, who turned 1 last week.

Matthew with his 4 month old cousin William.

“Polls indicate that the typical high school male laughs at the idea of giving up his seat on a lifeboat to help a woman or child. In a society that promotes “survival of the fittest,” aborts its young, and thrives on androgyny, this should not surprise us, but it should grieve our hearts.” Doug Phillips, Vision Forum.

And it does grieve our hearts. Out and about in the culture, I am constantly amazed at the boldness and audacity of young men when it comes to brashness and coarseness. There seems to be no restraint and no level to which they will not stoop.

Of course, the world does not understand that this overt behavior is simply the outworking of evolutionary thinking – if there is no Creator to Whom we are accountable, then why concern ourselves with acting civilly? Why let anyone restrain our behavior? Who cares about the younger ones watching our lives and learning from our examples?

Thank God, thank God for the different generation He is raising up!! What a blessing it is to see the young men in our family l-o-v-v-v-e to be with and tote around babies! As I watch the older grandsons with babies – their own siblings or the baby cousins, especially – my heart is so blessed and touched by their gentle strength. They would never disappoint the little ones by lowering their standard of discourse to that of the crude culture around them. Oh, they are boys, for sure, but they are patriarchs in the making, and they are quick to catch occasional slips. Thank God for His patient forebearance and for godly parents who are His tools to shape and mold them for the furtherance of His kingdom. God bless you, boys! You are the hope of our family for the future!!





Monday, September 17, 2007

Gentle Doctrine

Danny has been reading to me from Deuteronomy in the evenings, and what a blessing it has been! Then this morning, when the school-aged grandchildren were here for “Monday School” (Grandmother and older granddaughters do Latin, Spanish, FL History, Art, Music with them), he shared from Deut. 32 with them for our usual devotions. Such a refreshing blessing is God’s Word – especially when shared by our family patriarch!

Deut. 32:2 “My doctrine shall drop as the rain, my speech shall distil as the dew, as the small rain upon the tender herb, and as the showers upon the grass:”

Danny had the children look out the door and observe the dew on the grass – how gently it forms and distills. He shared with them about the best rain for the grapefruit grove being the gentle, steady, soft, or “small”, as the verse describes it. It comes almost “line upon line, precept upon precept”, rather than beating down like a hurricane.

When doctrine comes into the good soil of our hearts like the sweet dew and small rain, it makes a lasting impact, it becomes a part of our very being. Oh, yes, there is a time for the driving force of the rain and storm – we experienced 3 hurricanes in the 2004 season. It was a rare thing for our area in Florida, since we are 40 – 50 miles from either coast. Charlie, the first and most powerful, did the most “damage” to our area. But Charlie did a lot of pruning and uprooting of dead and unproductive trees. Sometimes, the storm is needed as a serious cleansing time.

But most of life, physical and spiritual, is ordinary, and the growing and nourishing time is gentle and continual. What a blessing to be nourished by the Lord on His good Word! And how it makes us cognizant of the need for us as parents to be about the business of sprinkling good doctrine into the lives of our children in a steady, regular, gentle way – line upon line and precept upon precept, here a little and there a little. This business of raising godly seed is a commitment, not to be completed in a quick sprint. It is a process that requires our presence and our heart attention.

Thank you, Lord, for your “clearly seen” Word and for its good fruit in the lives of your precious children!

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Gracie's Essay

I trust you were as blessed by Sarah's sincere essay as I was. This is Gracie. If I didn't know of the inscrutable sovereignty of Almighty God, I would declare that she was born in the wrong century! What a gift she has as a storyteller! She regales her younger sisters with delightful tales of Celtic history, especially that of Scotland. Well, in this essay, she incorporates that love of history with her desire to see God's truth become known everywhere.

SO NOBLE A WORKE
by Virginia Grace

“The heart of him that hath understanding seeketh knowledge, but the mouth of fools feedeth on foolishness.” Proverbs 15:14

This verse aptly describes many of today’s scholars, historians, and men of wise renown, particularly in regard to their treatment of the beginning of our country – the first successful English colony on American soil – Jamestown, Virginia. Many wish to disgrace and forget that significant milestone in our history through dishonest and deceitful fabrications concerning our founders, their actions and intents, and their treatment of the native tribes. Today’s Americans are resentful and ashamed of the proudly-proclaimed Christianity, vigorous manhood, and devout faith of our fathers. While there were blunders and mistakes made by the Jamestown colonists, these imperfections should only compel us to a more profound gratitude for the mercy of the Lord for allowing Jamestown to survive and for His providence in the lives of these determined forefathers. It is our duty as Christians and Americans to counter these attacks on our nation’s heritage. The world’s warped teachings must be refuted.

One of the most common misunderstandings concerning Jamestown and her people is the motive behind their colonization of Virginia. “Jamestown was marked by failure of commitment and an atmosphere of greed. They were motivated by secular goals of finding gold,” states John Godwin, author of Freedom Works, who is one of the many foes of Jamestown. “Those who founded Jamestown had a pirate mentality. The motivation of those who settled in Jamestown was one of easy wealth” While it is true that the Virginia Company was colonizing as a “joint stockholding company” for the purpose of "making a profit," it was not the colonists’ chief motivation in settling.

The first and foremost purpose mentioned in the 1606 charter was to spread the Christian religion. “Wee, greately commending and graciously accepting of their desires to the furtherance of so noble a worke which may, by the providence of Almighty God, hereafter tend to the glory of His Divine Majesty to such people as yet live in darkness and miserable ignorance of the true knowledge and worship of God and may in time bring the infidels and salvages (sic) living in those parts to humane civility and to a settled and quiet government…” This passage plainly states the Company’s desire to bring those “as yet live in darkness” into the radiant glory of God. In light of this, the prevalent assumption of the colonists’ greed and materialism as their primary objective is entirely unfounded, and is, in reality, refuted by all substantial and verifiable evidence.

Another flawed belief concerns the character of Captain John Smith. There are those who seek to blemish the high regard with which he has been, in previous years, esteemed. Across America, John Smith is being attacked and condemned; schoolchildren are being taught that this devout, steadfast, and valiant man of God was a merciless dictator who abused and mistreated the American Indian to an alarming degree.
The Daily Press, a Newport News, Virginia-based newspaper, recently presented this query: “In his dealings with Virginia Indians, was John Smith an accomplished trader or a robber?” The answer from The Daily Press: a robber. Their reliable source? A recently published book, The True Story of Pocahontas: The Other Side of History, by Dr. Linwood “Little Bear” Custalow, which opens in a prayer to “the spirit gods,” otherwise known as demons. Custalow states that the Princess Pocahontas was physically abused and foully murdered, in the midst of which shocking handling she was converted to Christianity by force. It portrays Smith as a deceitful, two-faced scoundrel. This is the volume upon which thousands of Americans have based their opinions of one of America’s most influential and heroic founders.

Captain Smith has also been reported to be a “braggart,” a “liar,” and many other such epithets. Nearly all early historians, however, and the majority of his contemporaries, never questioned his honor or truthfulness. In his book of 1992, Did Pocahontas Save Captain John Smith?, author Leo Lemay stated, "Dozens of contemporaries testified that Smith was honest and truthful. Not one critic or enemies (sic) denied it." There are even now some modern writers who choose to follow through with extensive research, and by doing so, stick to the true facts. Phillip Barbour, a modern day defender of Smith, states in his book The Three Worlds of Captain John Smith, “Let it be said that nothing John Smith wrote has yet been found to be a lie.”

Smith’s veracity was first extensively questioned when, in his 1858 History of New England, John Gorham Palfrey was “haunted by incredulity” concerning some of the Captain’s adventures. Charles Deane, Boston merchant and historian, looked further into the matter and decided that Smith was a notorious liar and braggart who had invented the story of his rescue by Pocahontas after the lapse of many years. These, and many others, based their conclusions upon the fact that Smith only made known his extraordinary rescue after the death of Pocahontas, Powhatan, and any others who could have protested against the story. However, this is not, in its entirety, true. Smith wrote of the account in 1617, some years before the death of Princess Pocahontas, in a letter to Queen Anne, begging her to receive Pocahontas in a royal way, stating, as one of his reasons, Pocahontas’ saving of his (Smith’s) life.

The battle over John Smith continued over the centuries until Smith was nearly blotted out by an overseas strike from Hungarian historian and journalist, Lewis L. Kropf. In 1890, Kropf stated that he had researched the people, battles, and locations cited in Smith’s accounts of his Turkish experiences, and that none of them even existed. He asserted that there was not any foundation whatsoever to believe that Smith had ever journeyed to southeast Europe at all, much less been a wartime hero of great renown. Kropf published many original documents disproving Smith’s report; unfortunately, however, each of them appeared in Kropf’s native language, so British and American scholars, unable to re-examine the obscure Hungarian documents Kropf cited, took him at his word. They were stunned and shocked. Their logical reasoning questioned Smith’s account of his colonial narratives. If his pre-Virginian chronicles could be such falsehoods, what cause had they to trust his latter works?

Smith’s admirers shriveled into obscurity with Kropf’s incriminating attack upon their hero. Once more, however, a lady came to the aid of John Smith. Hungarian historian Laura Polanyi Striker vindicated America’s slandered champion. She proved that Smith had not conjured up men, women, and battles for the mere purpose of promoting himself. No, she found, through extensive research, that the truth of the matter was that Smith, like so many Englishmen before and since, had a genius, if not a passion, for misspelling foreign names.

The Lord “Ebersbaught,” who gained him a hearing with “Henry Volda, Earl of Meldritch,” turned out to be one Carl von Herbertsdorf. “Volda” was actually Folta, one of a number of noble families which had been given domains near the place where the battles Smith described were fought. In reality, Smith knew exactly of what he spoke, down to the smallest detail.

To use the logical thinking, which was stated above, in reverse, it would be quite rational to assume that if his writings concerning his southeastern Europe affairs were so detailed and accurate, the same would apply to his Virginia Narratives. Therefore, Captain Smith remains one of America’s greatest heroes and one of the world’s most astounding men.

Children all over the Earth have viewed, enjoyed, and believed the story of Pocahontas, the 1995 Disney production. This movie, however, as well as the common impression of the Princess Matoaka Pocahontas, is, by all accurate and upright standards, an absolute falsehood from beginning to end. Pocahontas begins its errors with portraying Pocahontas as a lovely Indian woman, in the prime of life, at the time of her saving of Smith’s life. In actual fact, she was no more than 13 years old. In his letter to Queen Anne in 1617, Smith writes, “…the king’s most dear and well-beloved daughter, being but a child of twelve or thirteen years of age… hazarded the beating out of her own brains to save mine…”
Likewise, her relationship with John Smith was of a father-daughter character. When Pocahontas crossed paths with Smith in England in the year 1616, she rejoiced at finding her “father,” and when he objected to the title, she defiantly replied: "…I should call you father: I tell you I will, and you shall call mee childe, and so I will be for ever and ever your Countrieman..." There is absolutely no evidence which supports the idea of a romantic relationship between Smith and Pocahontas, contrary to what Pocahontas the movie and countless books, plays, and other productions would have us believe.

Another erroneous belief is quite the reverse of the romantic Pocahontas myth; this is the theory supported in the previously mentioned The True Story of Pocahontas: The Other Side of History. It does bear one similarity, however; both are false. Pocahontas was kidnapped, but even in the midst of that disgraceful seizure, she was treated as the royalty she was. Disregarding that instance, Pocahontas was never ill-treated. Nay, she was loved and cheered by the Englishmen whenever she visited their settlement, and later, in England. The name by which she was called at Jamestown was “Nonpareil,” from the French, its meaning being “unequaled.” The English considered her the savior of their colony; their unequaled champion – Pocahontas.

Another false statement given in The True Story is that, as a stipulation for her freedom, she consented to a marriage with the Englishman, John Rolfe. Many have also questioned Rolfe’s motives in approaching Pocahontas. According to all evidence, however, Pocahontas loved and was loved in return by John Rolfe. In his letter to the governor, requesting his permission to marry the Princess Pocahontas, Rolfe writes, “To whom my heart and best thoughts are, and have a long time bin so intagled, and inthralled in so intricate a laborinth, that I was even awearied to unwinde my selfe thereout… namely, Pokahuntas.” Rolfe was awearied to try to entangle his feelings for Pocahontas, so deep were they. A further section states his assurance of her regard for him. “…Likewise, adding hereunto her great appearance of love to me…”

Later on, Rolfe asserts his good and holy intentions. “…But knowing mine own innocency and godly fervor…” Another place, “Let therefore this, my …protestation, which here I make between God and my own conscience, be a sufficient witness…if my chiefest intent and purpose be not… no way led (so far forth as mans weakness may permit) with the unbridled desire of carnal affection: but for the good of this plantation, for the honour of our country, for the glory of God, for my own salvation, and for the converting to the true knowledge of God and Jesus Christ, an unbelieving creature, namely Pocahontas.”

Virginia's Gov. Dale not only endorsed Rolfe's request, but he blessed the marriage and later sought to marry a converted Indian woman for himself. And so, in the year of our Lord, 1614, two warring nations were joined together, in the persons of John Rolfe and the Princess Matoaka Pocahontas – the Englishman’s Nonpareil.

In conclusion, the fools of whom Proverbs speaks are they who deny our Christian heritage and the rich, godly culture of those Virginian founders. The Jamestown settlers were imperfect, and they had their “warts, bumps, and bruises…,” but, on the whole, God’s Providential Hand was wholly evident in Jamestown. “…for every plantation which our heavenly father hath not planted shall be rooted out.” Our Heavenly Father did plant Jamestown, and, as such, we must preserve it against the attacks of the world and seek out the true knowledge.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Sarah's Essay

Sarah's essay reveals her serious nature . . . she contemplates principles and how God intends them to apply to life. God will use this gift to bless her family for generations to come.

“What Mean These Stones?”
By Sarah Elisabeth

It was the heat of summer, August 1864, and thousands of men crowded, with little shelter, food or clean water, inside the Confederate prison in Andersonville. Georgia. Many died every day, crying out for water. In the corner, a small group of men were seen praying, beseeching the Lord to intervene and deliver them. They would continue to pray for clean, fresh water until they died of thirst, or God answered their prayers. After some time, a storm appeared on the horizon. Bolts of lightning ripped the sky, and rain poured down. Suddenly, there came a blinding flash, and a tremendous roar shook the ground. Looking quickly toward the sound, what a sight met the eyes of the weary men! Flowing from the ground was a spring of fresh water!
Almost from the time the stream came forth, the men christened it “Providence Spring,” for it was truly the providence of God that was bestowed that day. In 1901, a stone house was erected on the site, bearing this inscription. "The prisoner's cry of thirst rang up to heaven. God heard, and with his thunder cleft the earth and poured his sweetest waters gushing here.” On another side of the building, it reads, “God smote the hillside and gave them drink, August 16, 1864.”
Throughout history, there is seen a pattern of God’s people erecting monuments to His faithfulness. This act is essential to the preservation of history and the advance of Christian civilization down through the generations.
The Old Testament gives us the biblical basis for the raising up of “Ebenezer” stones. In Genesis 22, the Lord tested Abraham’s faith, by asking him to sacrifice his son. When the Lord saw that Abraham was a faithful and willing servant, he provided a lamb to take the place of Isaac on the altar. Abraham called the place “Jehovah-jireh”, or “The Lord Provided”, in remembrance of what the Lord had done there. That became a proverbial phrase, passed down through the generations of Abraham’s descendants, as they remembered what God had done.
In Genesis 32, as Jacob was running from his brother Esau, an angel came from heaven and wrestled with Jacob. The Lord crippled Jacob, and the angel won the match. Jacob was humbled and was given the courage to turn and meet his brother. As a memorial, Jacob named the place “Peniel”, “The Face of God.”
Again, in Joshua 4, the Lord parted the Jordan River and allowed His people to cross over on dry land. Joshua instructed one man from every tribe of Israel to take up a stone from the midst of the Jordan and carry it over to the other side. When all had crossed, Joshua set the stones in a place of remembrance. He built a memorial where the priests, which bore the Ark of the Covenant, had stood. “That this may be a sign among you, that when your children ask their fathers in time to come, saying, What mean ye by these stones? Then ye shall answer them, That the waters of Jordan were cut off before the ark of the covenant of the Lord; when it passed over Jordan, the waters of Jordan were cut off: and these stones shall be a memorial unto the children of Israel for ever.” (Joshua 4:6,7)
This custom is not only seen in biblical days; examples can be found in more recent history as well. For example, the laying of the Magna Carta stone at Runnymede in 1957 commemorated the signing of the Magna Carta by King John of England. Also, in 1965, an oak tree was planted on Jamestown Island in Virginia to commemorate the 750th anniversary of the sealing of the Magna Carta.
On December 21, 1620, a boatload of weary travelers rowed from the Mayflower to the shore of Massachusetts. Once on dry ground, William Bradford led them in a prayer of praise and thanksgiving to the Lord. They knelt only a few feet from the Plymouth Rock. This huge slab of stone stands as a reminder of God’s providential care in bringing the Pilgrims safely to the Massachusetts shore.
The year 2007 is the 400th anniversary of the founding of Jamestown, Virginia, the birthplace of the American republic. For the last 200 years, Americans have acknowledged God’s providential goodness with celebrations and laying of monuments for the generations to come. In 1807, Revolutionary war hero, John Tyler, and his 17-year-old son John Jr. stood by the James River remembering what God had done for their ancestors at Jamestown 200 years before. President John Tyler, no longer known as John Jr., was a keynote speaker for the 250th jubilee celebration in 1857. In 1907, the Tercentenary observance saw one in every twenty-nine Americans travel to Virginia to honor the settlers of Jamestown and their faith in God. Notables such as President Theodore Roosevelt himself, Booker T. Washington, Mark Twain, William Jennings Bryan and John Tyler’s own son, Lyon Gardiner Tyler attended with over three million other Americans. The 350th commemoration was graced by the presence of Queen Elizabeth II of England. Many memorials, inscribed with Holy Scriptures, were established during these celebrations to insure that the mighty acts of God would never be forgotten.
Is God’s hand in America’s history still remembered today? In this era of political correctness, the culture appears to be more concerned with tearing down the ancient landmarks that proclaim God’s faithfulness. It is ignoring and re-interpreting what God has done for His people to bring them to where they are today. During Jamestown’s official 400th government-sponsored commemoration, the word “celebration” was banned. "You can't celebrate an invasion," Mary Wade, an influential Jamestown 2007 Commemoration planner and Indian activist, stated.
In spite of this discouraging outlook, however, there is hope. A new generation of young believers is being raised up today, and they understand the importance of passing on their godly heritage to their own descendants by erecting memorials, as illustrated in Psalm 78:6,7, “That the generation to come might know them (God’s wonderful works), even the children which should be born; who should arise and declare them to their children: That they might set their hope in God, and forget not the works of God, but keep his commandments.”
For months, multitudes of grateful American children saved their pennies for a monument to commemorate the founding of America in Jamestown and God’s providence through the years. On June 15, thousands of these children and their families gathered beside the James River to see the memorial unveiled on the grounds of President John Tyler’s estate. Carrying on the Tyler legacy, Harrison Tyler, grandson of President Tyler, served as Grand Marshal for the event. Beneath the granite stone was buried a time capsule containing the names of every child who made the occasion possible. Also inside were placed letters from faithful fathers, written to their grandchildren. In 2107, on the 500th anniversary of Jamestown, that capsule will be opened.
Just as Psalms 145:4 states, “One generation shall praise thy works to another, and shall declare thy mighty acts,” the children and grandchildren of those who gathered on the banks of the James for the 400th anniversary will listen to the stories of God’s faithfulness that were passed down from their fathers and grandfathers.
God’s people are admonished in Proverbs 22:28, “Remove not the ancient landmark, which thy fathers have set.” Looking back at the memorials throughout the past, God’s hand is evident throughout all of history. It is impossible to deny that the Lord has been with His people wherever they have been. If the truth is destroyed, there is room for revisionist history. If God’s people neglect to acknowledge and document God’s providence in their lives, past and present, accurate history will be forgotten, and the truth will no longer be told.
All Christians must remember those old landmarks. As a grateful people, they must reclaim them by celebrating and raising stones of remembrance to proclaim for generations the greatness of God in the founding of a Christian nation! It is a necessity that God’s people recognize the importance and significance of erecting memorials in remembrance of what God has done. It is imperative that history not be tainted and God’s faithfulness not be forgotten. "

Sarah Elisabeth

Thursday, September 6, 2007

Telling to the Generations to Come . . .

Sweet Gracie and Sarah Beth -- sisters who love to express what God has done in their lives!

Last week, I was privileged to spend two evenings in a most exhausting, yet pleasant enterprise. (Oh, my stars! Gracie is rubbing off on me!) Sisters Sarah Beth and Gracie decided to enter the current Homeschooling Today magazine essay contest. The topic in general was the Vision Forum Jamestown celebration in June, with each entrant able to choose a direction of interest to himself or herself. It was this grandmother’s absolute joy to be asked to help with organizing thoughts and proofreading.

Sarah felt compelled to talk about the importance of God’s people raising up stones of remembrance to God’s faithfulness. Then when future generations ask, “what mean these stones”, we can share the story with them and strengthen their faith. She gave examples from biblical history and the history of the founding of America. One of those memorials is Providence Spring at the Civil War prison at Andersonville, Georgia. As a family, we hope to be able to visit this memorial in October when we take a trip to Ft. Benning.

“Earnest” would be my adjective for Sarah’s writing style. She takes each opportunity to share with others very seriously. What an impression this topic has made on her, and what a good job she did of expressing her desire to be vigilant in carrying forth the memory of the hand of God on His people!

Gracie’s topic of choice was the importance of refuting the current politically-correct mis-information about the purposes for the founding of the Jamestown settlement. She stressed the need to be careful of our sources and especially to make every effort to make decisions based on primary sources.

Gracie tends to . . . well, let me say that Gracie is the most prolific reader I have ever known. She has read many older classics twice and tends to appreciate books far above what most people think of as 15-year-old fare. So her writing tends to be 18th or 19th century-leaning. It is delightfully quaint and usually flowery (thus the parenthetical remark in the first paragraph!). She is learning to restrain herself and reign in her desire to use up every allowable word!

Kitty, who is now 18, has been our most prolific writer in times past, easily taking a story premise and turning it into a creative work of fiction in no time. But lately . . . well, let’s say the winds of change are blowing, and Kitty has taken to buckling down to her graduation requirements. She is looking forward to the possibilities of the new season she is entering, and she just didn’t think she could take the time to write an essay.

I will ask the girls if I may post their essays, because I know they would be a blessing to many. They certainly have been a blessing to this grandmother! Thank you, Lord, for precious young ladies who love to share what You have laid upon their hearts.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Family . . .

Babies, babies, babies . . . From left: daughter Beth and baby Emma Jane; daughter Molly and baby William; my sister's daughter Priscilla and baby Julia; my sister's daughter-in-law and baby Karis; daughter Katie and baby Samuel.

This evening, we had a gathering of the Harrises who were in the vicinity. That is my family. Our three daughters and families were there, including one son-in-law who has just come home from weeks on the road. Thank you, Lord! (Our son and his family have had to travel to his wife's hometown to be with her family during an illness.) My brother brought three of his grandchildren, and my sister's family was well represented. And of course we were all blessed when my beautiful mother was able to be there, after spending the day ministering to my father in the VA. It was a lovely evening together, just for fellowship. We don't live far from each other, but we don't always make the time to fellowship among the larger family. This was one of those good times!

We couldn't help but be aware of so many babies right now! For a while it seemed that our grandchildren were basically growing up, but in the last year or so, we have been blessed with 4 grandbabies. Then tonight when the extended family was together, we just had to take a picture of all the babies! (and moms, without which some babies wouldn't hold still long enough for a picture!)

There were the usual stories and remembering, the children playing outside (from babies all the way up to the 18 year old -- hey, we are different -- our teens love to run and play! Well, in the right way and at the right time, anyway!) We celebrated Margaret Anne's birthday and enjoyed the other children's joy and anticipation as they watched her open their gifts. Danny took the grandnieces out to see baby chicks and help feed the cows their hay. Another golden day at Dayspring Farm. Thank you, Lord, for your amazing blessings on our family.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Delightful Day!

Sweet sixteen, Caroline Susannah! Blessings on you, Callie!
Cousin Gracie and Callie's sister Mary

Callie Sue with cousin Kitty, friends Olivia and Jessica


Three of Callie's guests, cousin Sarah, friends Rachel and Ariana.



Grandmama and the honoree, beautiful Callie. I call this my "Aunt Bee" hat!

Today, we had Callie's 16th birthday tea. She had chosen a 1940's garden party theme, and what fun we had preparing for it! We found vintage hats and glued silk flowers on them, search and found white gloves for everyone, brought out the lace linens and floral china, made punch and finger sandwiches, as well as other lovely delicacies.

Callie was surrounded by her mama and aunts, both grandmothers, sisters and cousins, and lots of sweet friends. It was a precious privilege for me to lead in prayer asking God's blessing on Callie. After dinner, the girls entertained each other with piano and violin pieces, and Callie and Gracie each sang an opera piece (in Italian!). Then it was out to the garden for little shortbreads, cookies, and lemon bars with punch. (Dinner was enjoyed inside, since it was well into the 90s today!)

It brought back so many sweet memories to me of my childhood, when ladies wore hats and gloves for such occasions, and the girls really played it up bigtime! Another milestone for a godly young lady taking her place as a woman of God. Happy Birthday, sweet Callie!

Thursday, August 9, 2007

Old Paths, part 2

We were talking last month (well, I couldn’t get many of you to talk, so I guess I was talking!) about Jeremiah 6:16. I gave my word to return to the topic and continue on to the last part, and it is about time I did! This verse relates how the Lord once more extended His mercy to His people and gave them instructions for accomplishing His plan, which would result in rest for their sin-sick souls.

In Jeremiah 6:16, we find several imperatives, “Thus saith the LORD, Stand ye in the ways, and see, and ask for the old paths, where is the good way, and walk therein, and ye shall find rest for your souls . . .” Let me say “sorry” to the folks who see them as suggestions; you know, if life really gets discouraging or hopeless, you might try these. Hey, couldn’t hurt, could it? No, that is not God’s way. He has given these imperatives:

STAND – take time to stop and stand still. Contemplate.

SEE – Open our eyes, the entrance of God’s Word gives light to the eyes. Really see.

ASK – Take the initiative. How foolish to sit back and wait for the Lord to snap us to attention (although He does this sometimes). Actually ask the Lord for the old paths, because that is where the good way is.

WALK – begin to take steps down the old paths. Move one foot in front of the other, do the next thing. Take action. Obey His imperative.

THEN! Then you will find rest for your souls. I cannot tell you how many people, mothers mainly, who share with me their heart-sickness over their children. They are not at rest. They are at an age when they should have rest in their souls about their children. But they did not choose the old paths. They thought the world was so much more up-to-date and “enlightened”. They thought, “Oh, everything will work out okay.” It is almost as if they have quoted the remainder of the verse in Jeremiah 6:16, “We will not walk therein.”

Can you imagine arguing with God, contradicting Him, when He gives imperatives? Can you imagine thinking we know more than Him about what will give rest to our souls? Some know the truth and refuse it, because it is an inconvenient time for them to take the old paths. It is not fun and does not bring what the world paints as “fulfillment”. Others truly do not know. They have not been shown a better way.

God help us to be faithful women of the Word for His glory. May He bring those across the paths of our families who need rest for their souls, women and families we can show a better way – those we can teach by example and precept. He will use His faithful women if we will ourselves submit to His plan for us and follow the old paths. Thank you, Lord, for Your goodness and mercy in giving us hope and light on the path.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Update on Prayer Request

We received an email note tonight from the cousin-in-law of our friend who fell. Her surgery was successful, and she has a new hip now. The arm was broken in 4 places, and it is now in a cast. They are going to get her up tomorrow (!) to try and walk, and she should go home in 4 days. Her children have been faithfully with her, and they relay her profuse thanks for all who have been praying for her. She will have a long road of recovery, but the doctors say she is strong and should be able to regain her normal strength. Again, thanks for lifting up this dear sister.

Monday, July 30, 2007

Prayer Request . . .

Our family has been blessed to become friends with another home church of families about 45 minutes from us -- they are precious folks of like precious faith, striving to raise a godly generation to be lights in this old dark world. We love to share times of fellowship together, families enjoying each other.

Saturday was one of those days. The oldest boy in their family planned a surprise birthday party for his mother and invited our family. It was held at the home of a cousin, a dear single mom raising a son to be a man of God. She has sweetly placed herself and her son under the protection of the church and her elder cousin, who watch for their well-being.

It has become a regular thing for the adults and older children to enjoy a friendly volleyball competition when we get together. What fun and great exercise! This dear sister was playing along with everyone else when she tripped and fell in the middle of a game. She was not getting up because of pain, so she was carried in and ministered to by her adult daughter, who works in the medical field. It was decided she would wait until today to visit the clinic and check out the extent of the injuries. So she passed the weekend in great pain and sought medical care today.

Well, she has crushed her hip and will need a total replacement. Her femur is broken and will likely need a pin. And one of her wrists is broken. She will have the hip surgery tomorrow (July 31), be in the hospital 4 days, and be bedridden for months. Please, please pray for her well-being through the surgery, for her speedy recovery, for pain relief, and for God's provision for her every need. Please lift her up -- this has been a totally unexpected turn of events for her -- she is in good health and not nearly as elderly as I am! Pray for her, please.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007


Faithful Latte' and her new little one

That's a W-H-O-O-O-L-E Lotta Beef!

A few weeks ago, the butcher came to the farm (he has a rolling, refrigerated abattoir) to help Pepper, one of our registered Brangus mamas, fulfill her final task on earth. She had been having trouble giving birth to new babies, so she was destined for the freezer. I hated to see her go, but Mr. Hicks is very gentle, and Pepper was content with her yummy hay when the deed was done, so . . .

Today, Danny and I went to pick up the frozen packages. We brought home 572 pounds of roasts and ground beef. We weren't sure about her tenderness, so we didn't get anything cut into steaks this time. The 3 girls bought 3/4 and we will keep the rest. We are so blessed in this day of factory farms, agrichemicals, and who-knows-what kind of animal diseases to be able to raise our own beef and know what it was fed, who it has associated with, and how it was slaughtered.

On the way home, we stopped at a large farmers' market and picked up several cases of fresh produce: corn, tomatoes, peaches, zucchini, watermelons and cantaloupe. How grateful we are to be able to learn from the ant and provide our food in the summer and gather when the time is appropriate for harvest. We'll have some good fresh produce for a while and put some up for later.

We had two babies born this spring to help replenish the herd. Mocha, one of the heifers, had her first little bull, and Latte', the little mixed breed we didn't hold much hope for, had a sweet little brown and white heifer. Latte' has become a very trustworthy and gentle mama, to our pleasant surprise.

We sold Chip the BIG bull to a friend, and we will be getting a bull from him when it gets big enough. So there will be some new bloodlines on the farm. Thank you, Lord, for the way Your plan works -- You faithfully provide "food convenient" for us, day by day. Thank you, faithful Father.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

"The Girls . . ."

L to R: Mama, Katie with Samuel, Beth with Emma Jane, and Molly with William. What fun!

Yesterday, “The Girls” and I went out for the afternoon. We go out every year, between Molly and Katie’s birthdays. It’s a little midsummer treat for hardworking homeschooling mothers and their mother, and it makes everyone feel special! This year, all three moms took their youngest, so we had babytime, too!

We went to the Magnolia Room in a small town nearby and had a lovely lunch in a room of our own (getting there after 2:00 helps). The food was so good, the iced tea refreshing, and the mini-dessert trays were so yummy.

We spent time just talking and fellowshipping, like mothers and daughters love to do. It was also a good time for planning Callie’s 16th birthday tea, which is Granddaddy’s and Grandmother’s gift to each 16 year old young lady. Kitty had a “high tea” in a tea room, Sarah Beth had a Civil War-era tea, and this year Callie and Gracie will be the guests of honor at their teas. Callie has decided she would like a simple, 1950’s-style garden party, with hats and gloves. She wants real food and wants to play croquet in their back yard. Molly is our family green thumb, so their garden is the prettiest around. It has been so much fun planning, and I am sure we’ll have a memorable time.

Then we went to a local antiques and collectibles store, where bargains abounded. I was able to get some gloves (to add to my collection) and appropriate hats to refresh with silk flowers. Also, there were several nice cut glass serving pieces and pitchers, which will come in handy. And the prizes were the classic old carry-on cases – you know, those boxy pieces about 14” x 12” x 9”, with the mirror inside the lid and the handle on the top. I love them and hope to clean them up and use them for storing CD cases from Vision Forum. The colors will look nice in the living room bookshelves.

It was HOT! And STEAMY! The babies did okay, but it was not easy for them to be their sweet selves when the shop’s AC barely kept up with the sunshine. But it was a sweet day with my “Girls” which I look forward to every summer. What wonderful memories for a mother! Thank you, Lord, for my darling daughters – the perfect nurturers for the next generation of faithful children.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Thirty-seven years ago today . . .

Katie and her mama with baby Samuel at the Cold Stone Creamery in Williamsburg. We love our Katie-bug!

. . . our baby girl was born. She isn’t the baby in our family by birth order, but she was definitely the baby when the children were young. From the start, things were different with Katie. We went through child-birth classes at the Catholic hospital in Indianapolis, because Danny wanted to be there this time. When the time came, Katie decided to get there in a hurry, and it was the easiest birth for me, thank God!

She was my little friend – she loved being on Mama’s shoulder and snuggling. She was a little rascal growing up, to which her older sisters can attest! They get the grandchildren laughing to tears by telling about the times when she would pester them, they would chase and catch her, tickle her to teach her a lesson, then feel so sorry for her pitiful little self and let her go – only to have her turn right around and do the same thing and run away laughing her head off! Hey, she just wanted a little attention!

After being somewhat of a tomboy and her brother’s buddy, she grew into a beautiful young woman of God, found the only man who could ever conquer her, and is raising a wonderful family of 8 children – 7 strong young men (well, Samuel is only 1, but he is certainly a man in the making!) and Princess Rachel.

Happy Birthday, Katie! God knew exactly what He was doing when he put you in our family! He knew exactly who needed all those boys, and that unique little girl! He knew exactly the man for you – and we love you with all our hearts. May the Lord richly bless you as you walk out His plan for you. Thank you, Lord, for Katie-bug.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Twenty Years ago today . . .


It was twenty years ago today when our sweet baby, our oldest daughter Beth, married the wonderful man the Lord sent into her life, the answer to her prayers, Eddie Discher. It was the beginning of a grand adventure for her and a rapidly changing new season for us, her parents. What a blessing it has been to watch them grow together and in the Lord over these years! We could not have planned it any more perfectly than our Heavenly Father did.

And now, with six precious daughters of their own (as well as one princely young man), Eddie will be the one guarding their hearts and praying for a godly man for each of them, just as we did for him. Thank you, Lord for this beautiful picture of families, of relationships based on your Word. May they be clearly seen by the world around them.

Old Paths . . .Long, very long

A friend sent me this recently, and it caused me to ponder Jeremiah 6:16 (again – it’s one of my favorite “wake up” verses). Everything it says isn’t straight out of the Word (I for one do not believe America would be just fine if we got prayer and Bible reading back in the “public” schools), but it is very evocative of the good childhood I had in a different America. Keep going if you are interested in some rambling thoughts on this subject!

“THE OLD PATHS I liked the old paths,
when Moms were at home. Dads were at work. Brothers went into the army. And sisters got married before having children!

Crime did not pay; Hard work did; And people knew the difference.

Moms could cook; Dads would work; Children would behave.

Husbands were loving;Wives were supportive;And children were polite.

Women wore the jewelry; And Men wore the pants. Women looked like ladies; Men looked like gentlemen; And children looked decent.

People loved the truth,And hated a lie;They came to church to get in, Not to get out!

Hymns sounded Godly; Sermons sounded helpful; Rejoicing sounded normal; And crying sounded sincere.

Cursing was wicked; Drugs were for illness; And divorce was unthinkable.

The flag was honored; America was beautiful; And God was welcome! We read the Bible in public; Prayed in school; And preached from house to house

To be called an American was worth dying for; To be called a Christian was worth living for; To be called a traitor was a shame!

Preachers preached because they had a message; And Christians rejoiced because they had the victory! Preachers preached from the Bible; Singers sang from the heart; And sinners turned to the Lord to be saved!

A new birth meant a new life;Salvation meant a changed life;Following Christ led to eternal life.

Being a preacher meant you proclaimed the word of God; Being a deacon meant you would serve the Lord; Being a Christian meant you would live for Jesus; And being a sinner meant someone was praying for you!

Laws were based on the Bible; Homes read the Bible; And churches taught the Bible.

God was worshiped;Christ was exalted; And the Holy Spirit was respected..

Church was where you found Christians on the Lord's day, rather than in the garden, on the creek bank, on the golf course, Or being entertained somewhere else.I still like the old paths the best!”

What a simpler time that was! Many factors have gone into making lives today so much more complex, but I think we will do well to place our focus on the people of God, His Church. What a difference today than when I was a child! Today, God’s people think like the world, so it is no wonder they act like the world and make life-altering decisions like the world. They need rest for their sad souls.

I talk to mothers who just don’t know what is happening with their children and who desperately want to do something to change the direction their family is traveling. They know in their souls that something is wrong. Sometimes, I think they avert their eyes or their minds, hoping it will all go away if they “just do the best they can”.

Jeremiah 6:16 has God’s answer for his restly people. His Word always holds the answer. “Thus saith the LORD, Stand ye in the ways, and see, and ask for the old paths, where is the good way, and walk therein, and ye shall find rest for your souls. But they said, We will not walk therein.” WHAT??

He tells us how to find rest for our souls – it is pretty obvious, right there in black and white. STAND in the ways and SEE -– take a good hard look at the life choices in front of you. That means taking some time for proactive thought and action, meditation, focus on the situation. Turn off the “Babylon box”, iphone, or laptop. Pray fervently and ask for the old paths. We cannot just hope. We cannot expect some expert to come along and perform a miracle. We cannot just wait for “the old ways” to fall down like fairy-dust on our family. Proactive prayer is needed.

ASK. It is hard to ask for something that will restrain the flesh and require real change. Then there is the next imperative verb -– WALK. When the Lord shows us the good way of the old paths, it requires obedience and consistency, dependence on His empowering strength, to WALK. Then there we will find rest to our souls. The sweet rest of surrender to His best way for us and our families.

Oh, my, but what was the reply of the people of God in Jeremiah? And I am afraid it is the reply of much of the Church today. Let’s talk about that in another post. This one is L-O-N-G! God, help us to see what You are trying to open our eyes to see this day!

Sunday, July 8, 2007


(I cannot seem to get the "title" bar to work -- I would have titled this "Here is Love")


This is Mary. Mary works hard at the violin. And the fiddle. Yes, Mary takes and plays classical violin, and she also likes to "fiddle". She experiments with harmonies and is getting pretty good at it! Right now, she isn't first fiddle in the cousins' group, but she is working hard at getting there, and she is featured in a couple of songs they regularly perform.

Mary's biggest hang-up is being shy about her talent -- she would rather work in the background, just basking in being part of the group. But we are so blessed that she is starting to share her talents out front. Today, there was no special music for the church service, so her mother and I asked her if she would consider playing something she has been working on. She started to hesitate, but then she took the plunge and said, "Yes ma'am." Gracie agreed to play harmony mandolin in the background, and I told her I would accompany her on the piano. She chose to play "Here Is Love", a beautiful mountain song about the Savior's love for us, wide as an ocean, and His mercy and perfect justice. The Lord used that song to bless so many, including her grandmother.

Thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to participate with another generation, line by line, precept by precept, here a little, there a little, going through the incremental steps of growing in grace. Thank you for sweet Mary and the molding and refining you are doing in her life. What a precious treasure, these times!

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

"Shews, Games, Sports, Guns, Bells, Bonfires and Illuminations..."

Playing dominoes at the kitchen table with Uncle Robert. Is it time to eat yet??

What a day! The family was coming over at 2 to begin the Independence Day festivities, with the meal to be at 4, so Kitty and Sarah came over to help Grandmama get everything ready. What capable young ladies! They are thinking way ahead of me, not only in ordinary tasks like sweeping the floor, but in creative endeavors like pulling together patriotic centerpieces from bits and pieces here and there.

As the meal was winding down, different ones were sharing thoughts and quotes from godly founders. We particularly like this one from John Adams:
“I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated, by succeeding Generations, as the great anniversary Festival. It ought to be commemorated, as the Day of Deliverance by solemn Acts of Devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with Pomp and Parade, with Shews, Games, Sports, Guns, Bells, Bonfires and Illuminations from one End of this Continent to the other from this Time forward forever more.”

We felt compelled to fulfill President Adams’ desires:
We had prayer and other acts of solemn acts of devotion
The children paraded and put on sweet little shews
There were games and sports indoors and out
Guns were part of a little adventure in the woods
The dinner bell loudly proclaimed when dinner was ready
Granddaddy and Uncle Chris dazzled us with illuminations out in front
of the grove

The only thing we didn’t get to was the bonfire. It was hot enough today. We took a few minutes to record more on the children’s CD, and their mothers (my daughters) joined them on “I’ll Fly Away”. Uncle Robert is leaving on business soon, so we are getting as much recording done as possible, since he is our “sound man”.

What a blessing to spend the day reinforcing the good things God has given us and shown us about His providential hand on our country! God bless America – God save America. Thank you, Lord, for our country.

It must be said, the food was great,
Barbeque fare, a too-full plate.
Banana pudding, canteloupe,
Brownies, too! I just can’t cope!
Building memories once again
All a part of God’s great plan.
They’ve all gone home and we are blest,
Now it’s time to get some rest!

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

More memories

Frodge family men l to r: Granddaddy, Andrew (front l ) Benny, R.G. (next cowboy hat) and Matthew share a moment with Col. John Eidsmoe, historian, reinactor, and man of God. Col. Eidsmoe got R. G.'s attention right away with his understanding of the Southern cause during the War between the States.


Mary and Callie are excited to see a friend from Georgia. One of the wonderful benefits of our trip to Jamestown -- sweet fellowship with new and old friends, online friends finally met face-to-face, friends from previous conferences, fellow sleuths -- the great coming-together of the household of faith. What a blessing!