It was an incredibly busy week. But the Lord brought us through. And each day, the joy of #grabbingforthegood has been a moment of peace for me. It truly is something simple, but something that brings about thankfulness in my heart for what God has done in nature and in our home.
We’ve had what I call a super warm winter. Grey, oh so grey, but very warm. So last Sunday, when it was clear and the frost tipped all the leaves and grass, I had to get a picture of it. My husband and I have been so thankful for all of the sun we have seen these last few weeks. It truly is such a blessing. And the frost that comes with clear nights in the winter, is welcome for we know the sun will shine.
In my walks around our house, more and more late winter and early spring flowers are starting to show their blossoms. Primulas are just one of them. Love their large happy flowers, especially when it is so grey and gloomy. Spring is coming and I cannot wait.
Tuesday was crazy. We had four appointments among our family and I spent a lot of time in the car. Very very thankful for my little Honda Civic. I love this car. As a mother, your car becomes a place of peace. Sometimes we pull in the driveway after running errands and just sit and enjoy the quiet. It strikes me as funny that this space is so welcomed. My house isn’t as noisy as it used to be with two kids at college, but still a quiet car is a good place to be.
Wednesday I made a chocolate cake for our local chapel community Wednesday night supper. Chocolate cake is a simple thing to me. But when my husband returned from the event, there was none left. A sign of thanks to me, whose love language is baking, that it was a fun treat.
For us homeschooling moms and those who are teachers, February is hard. The days are grey and there just doesn’t seem to be a light at the end of the tunnel. For homeschoolers, it’s also when we start planning for next year. This week my brain space was taken up with what would be the best courses, and subjects to take for my kids next year. Ella may take a few classes at the local American high school, and with Eric I’m trying to find things that work with his learning issues and yet bring about success and progress. As always, there is much prayer regarding schooling. Next year will be my 17th year homeschooling. Cannot believe it I’ve made it this long. Thankful, but tired.
Hope is hard word for me. I cannot say it without tears falling. I know that hope in heaven is really the only thing I can count on. But like this plant, and I don’t know exactly what it is, I have to push through the dirt and mulch to see light. The dirt and the mulch are the things thrown at us to keep us from fixing our eyes on heaven. And for some, the dirt is deep and the mulch is packed hard. But we keep on looking to the author and protector of our Faith. He will bring us through so we can bloom and thank him for that journey.
As stated on my instagram account, if there is anything that the last two years of pandemic crazy have taught me, it’s that we cannot get through anything without the community of others around us. Although this is my favourite tree around here, (I am a prairie girl and lone trees out on the prairies are some of my favourite pictures) I don’t want to be like this tree. I need people. If it weren’t for our friend pod, I wouldn’t have gotten through 2020. They were the only thing that kept me going. I am so thankful for them.
Thank you to all my friends both form the internet and in real life. You have been such a blessing to me.
The Red House on the Corner 
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