Our Valentine’s Day may not have been filled with store bought treats, but it did include a beautiful sunset walk with my husband. It was a wonderful way to end the day.
In the pre-dawn hours of Saturday morning, I heard the thundering hoof beats of our horses. This isn’t abnormal, so I fell back to sleep as it wasn’t time to feed them yet.
As the sun began to peak over the mountains painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, I crawled out of bed still tired from a less than restful night’s slumber. After feeding the dogs, I opened the door to let them out and was puzzled when I didn’t hear my normal morning greeting from the horses. I looked out, and they were nowhere to be seen. I quickly threw on a fleece shirt and some boots and headed outside.
The gate was wide open. Our horses were gone. Someone had opened the gate and let them out. I looked around to see if they were anywhere nearby, but I couldn’t see them. I rushed back inside and woke up both D and Munchkin as I figured we’d be in for a search. I quickly through on some clothes before heading back out. D beat me outside as he went out as soon as I got him up.
When I looked out, I saw Dixie girl following D into the stalls while he coaxed Phantom in with some feed. Apparently, while I was in the house, the horses – knowing it was time to eat – made their way back to our place and were standing by the horse trailer waiting for their feed. Needless to say, we all breathed a sigh of relief to have our precious horses home.
I’m not sure why someone let the horses out, but we’re thankful that they made it safely home. I guess it’s a good thing they’re so familiar with their feed schedule and that they like us. 😉 We’re also thankful that they arrived back home with no injuries other than a few scratches on Dixie’s legs.
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Munchkin started attending a new youth group this past fall. One of her fellow college students recommended it to her, so we tried out the church (and youth group). It was a good fit for her, and the sermons were Biblical. We found ourselves with a new church home that was a better fit for our girl.
There was one slight issue though – the youth pastor was using a different translation of the Bible for his teaching. If you’ve ever tried to follow along with scripture reading when you have one translation and the person reading has another, you know that it can get a bit tricky. Depending on the translations, it can get down right difficult.
Munchkin’s preferred translation is ESV while the youth pastor was using the NIV version. She thought it would be easier to follow along if she could have her own NIV Bible to read during youth group. When I saw the Beautiful Word Bible, I thought it would be a nice Bible for her to use.
The Beautiful Word Bible has margins for notetaking and/or journaling. It has 500 colorful journaling images already in the Bible. The only thing that Munchkin didn’t like about the Bible is the size of the font as it’s on the smaller size. She prefers something that is a little larger for easier reading. The font itself is clear, so it’s really just a size issue.
We added some coordinating horizontal Bible tabs for easier usability.
The Beautiful Word Bible is lovely, hardcover journaling Bible. It’s not a study Bible with tons of additional notes or extras. It does have pretty journaling images and words already in the Bible. The pages are a good weight. If the font was larger, it would be a great journaling Bible for Munchkin. As it is, it’s a nice Bible that she’s using until she can find one that has a larger font.
Crisp and clear.
Hughes of yellow, orange, and purple.
Emerging from the warmth and comfort of bed.
Stretch and slide feet into soft, fuzzy slippers.
The kettle is on the stove, and the dogs are munching on their food.
Pjs. Carhartt jacket. Boots. Gloves. Time to feed the horses.
Horses whinny. Coyotes howl and yip. Dogs bark and growl. Rooster crows. Birds sing.
The moon fades into the morning light. The sun hides behind the mountain peaks.
A new dawn. An old, yet new routine.
Eggs sizzle in the pan. Coffee brews in the french press.
Today, my husband heads back to work after his surgery. It’s been nice having him home each day for the past month, but it’s time for him to, once again, begin full days of work. He still sports his sling and needs help with regular tasks. Fatigue is his ever constant companion.
For now, I’ll help him with his morning routine as I continue my own. Making breakfast. Packing a lunch. Helping him get ready for work. Seeing him off. I’ll miss having him around during the day.
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My injury, D’s surgery, Munchkin starting college, and D continuing with his college work makes for a pretty crazy environment around here. Our regular routine was thrown out the window as we tried to find a new normal. It really highlighted the importance of creating a safe haven at home. We needed one place that we could relax and breath – a place where we could be ourselves and find comfort.
During this season, some things around the home have been pushed to the side while other activities have taken on a greater importance. Even with all of the shuffling of priorities, we’ve worked hard to create a stable environment where we could renew our minds, bodies, and spirits.
The Lifegiving Home is all about creating a culture of home that nurtures your family and anyone who walks through the door. It was a wonderful read as it confirmed my desire for my own home while giving me ideas where I could improve my own ideals. It reinforced the idea that home is where the heart is.
I did not sit down and read this book from cover to cover. Instead, I read a little here and there. I jotted down notes, thoughts, and ideas. I took the book with me to my husband’s doctor’s appointments and to his office when he needed to attend a meeting at work. In fact, one day, as I sat at his office desk, I started copying down some of the things in the book on post-it notes as encouragement to him.
One unique aspect of this book is that it’s written from both the mother’s point-of-view and the daughter’s point-of-view. Sally shares through the eyes of a mother and all that entails while Sarah provides details through the eyes of a child and now adult. Each monthly chapter is written from one viewpoint about a particular time of year.
The month of March, written by Sarah, particularly stood out to me as it began with the story of how her mother, Sally, responded to her father leaving for a trip. Her mother was tired and the prospect of needing to take care of the kids by herself was, no doubt, a daunting task, but instead of being ho-hum about it, she cheerfully set about turning a sad occasion into a fun event including an indoor picnic and movie night. She encouraged Sarah by telling her it would be a good week, and they set about making preparations for their fun night. Many years later, Sarah vividly remembered this day.
We’ve had quite a few farewells over the years, so I understand how difficult, yet important it can be to make the best of whatever situation you find yourself in. I hope and pray that I am able to conduct myself in a manner that my own daughter will be able to look back one day and say that I made a positive impression on her by the way that I handled myself in tough situations.
I appreciated that Sarah and Sally didn’t gloss over the hard times but they also didn’t dwell on them. They acknowledged that hard times and difficult seasons. They flat out said that life wasn’t perfect and neither was their family. Even with the family spats and difficulties, they were still able to have a home culture that welcomed family, friends, and even strangers into their home.
The Livegiving Home isn’t about a one-size-fits-all approach to creating a welcoming home. Sally and Sarah invite you into their own lives and share their ideas while acknowledging each home is different. Within that home, there will be different seasons. People change. Life throws curve balls that can challenge even the strongest family. There are peaks and valleys. The important thing is creating a foundation and building on it. Grace and forgiveness can go a long way when you have a strong home that is built on the right foundation.
My hope and prayer is that I build my family, my house on a firm foundation. I want to be an excellent example to my daughter so that she, in turn, will know how to create her own culture of belonging wherever she goes.
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