Snow Forts and Crosses to Take Up

Today was such a beautiful sunny last-of-January Day, that I put on my long janes, coat, and gloves and took my camera out to snap some photos of the children building two royal snow forts.

 

They packed snow into some black forms to make blocks. Then Sammy, strong and able, hefts the block into a waiting toboggan...



and pulls it over to the boys' fort.

 



He sets the block in place on the snow wall.

Timmy prepares to throw snowballs!

Timmy and Danny inside one of the forts. They are building the forts on the south side of a little hillock in our pasture, where the snow collected in drifts during the night two nights before. Elsewhere, wherever the land is flat, the ground is almost bare. 

Here is the sled run the children made down through the empty pond by toting enough snow over to put the finishing touches on.

On my way back to the house, I stopped by to visit the barn and found all these creatures hanging out. There is something just plain cozy about a little barn with its hay and little creatures.

This creature was letting the whole world know, oh, letting the whole world know----

about what she was about to leave behind her!

 



Today in my devotions, I read Matthew Henry's notes for Matthew 16: 24-28, about taking up our cross. He wrote, "That which we have to do, is, not only to bear the cross, but we must take up the cross, must improve it to some good advantage. We should not say, "This is an evil, and I must bear it, because I cannot help it"; but "This is an evil, and I will bear it, because it shall work for my good."

"When we rejoice in our afflictions, and glory in them, then we take up the cross."
Wow!

I think sometimes because we are human, we end up suffering for our faults and for our mistakes and this is a heavy weight to a sincere Christian. It can leave us feeling like a hypocrite to have a testimony for Christ when we know others know we are faulted. Sometimes, though, it is easy to mistake  someone's speaking to us about an issue as "picking" at us, and as persecution, or a cross, when in fact, God is using the person to provide a check on something in our life, or in the lives of our children, that needs to be corrected or improved. The devil will want us to go up the miff tree rather than exercise humility and learn from those who see the problems and areas of fault in our lives.
This does not mean that we have to eat dirt and hang our heads and live a life of constant apology for living. We can live confidently and live in love,
and then when we are reminded that we supposedly think we are better than everybody else,
we can answer,
"No, I know very well that I am not any better than anybody else.
But I am striving to live by better principles than the unprincipled world around us;
I am striving to be a bit better tomorrow than I am today."
 

"O Cross that liftest up my head, I do not ask to fly from Thee;

I lay in dust life's glory dead,

And from the ground there blossoms red

Life that shall endless be!"
 

Midwinter Blahs Blasted

The January blahs and blues descended upon us early as our family suffered through a week and a half of sickness--croup, coughs, fevers, upset stomachs.

In between, however, we combated such blahs with inviting company over.

One evening we had friends with girls who helped our girls put together three layette bundles for Christian Aid Ministries.

 

Sorting the baby things and putting them in bundles.

The tank that Jonathan and his guys painted. It got into the newspaper!

Another project of Jonathan's--He and his guys built this deck and pergola to show along with a landscaper's demo at the Home and Garden Show in town this weekend.  Jonathan hopes to sell the deck and pergola after the show, and perhaps get jobs from it.



Late yesterday afternoon, Jonathan called with the bad news that the hay barn at our local Big R ranch store was burning. We heard that earlier in the afternoon, there was a big BOOM, and the barn was aflame. The children wanted to go see, so we drove the 12 miles to watch. By then, the barn was completely demolished.

This front end loader was digging up smoldering debris and spreading it around for the firemen to douse with water. There was still a huge pile of burning hay that had to be dealt with.

IT's difficult to see in the dark, but the flames are coming out of the burning debris in the bucket of the loader. That was the most exciting thing to watch. Firemen would hose down the tires of the loader, and hose down the burning debris, and then the loader would go back into the smoke and smoldering debris again.

This morning, we talked at the breakfast table about what God's Word says about what kind of work will withstand the fire of God's judgment. Will our work be wood, hay and stubble, such as burnt up in this fire, or will it be gold, silver and precious stones, something that will withstand the fire?

May God grant each of us the wisdom, grace, and courage to do the work that will stand the test. 

We read that just the barn there at Big R was worth about $275,000, not including the hay inside. What a loss! Hay is so expensive now.

But something to be thankful for is that despite forest fires and barn fires and judgment fires, God

has "the whole world in His hand."

Just like this tiny little helpless puppy in Carrie's hands, God has our times in His hands. We may rest in that. 

Amaryllis blooming in the sunshine, bringing joy to our January!

The girls keep knitting!

Rose having a good time with our pastor's baby when they stopped by this week. 

My blogger doesn't seem to be working right today. Jonathan is helping me get pictures on another way. He took pictures of his unusual job that he and his guys did this week: repainting an army memorial tank at Shrine of Remembrance, a local funeral home.

The boys got to climb all over the tank, and the owner even let Timmy inside.

The boys help pressure wash in preparation for new paint. Jonathan was thanking the Lord for the warmer weather this week.

The guys spray painting.

Timmy fell asleep in the truck while waiting on his dad.

Jonathan paints the "Black Horse" emblem on the sign in front of the tank. Precise work. He had to make stencils and paint three more emblems on the tank--in red, white and black. Today, a photo of the painting job was on the front page of the local and state section of the Gazette.