Tea time stirs up pleasant memories for most, of friendship and a way to find respite from the world. It evokes memories of fine china and silver and beautifully laid out tables covered in embroidered or lace table cloths. For some it calls to mind an era of femininity and decorum.
It is so much more than just a time of relaxation.
be honest, we live in a fast paced world, filled with daily stresses.
Many of us have heavy burdens, heavy things going on in our lives. We
need to soak in His Word. We need to take in~ or we'll have nothing to
give. We need to make time to be in His Word everyday. Take the time
for tea, make time with Him.
to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in
heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my
burden is light." Matthew 11:28-30
His love for us-it's incomprehensible. It's unimaginable. It's amazing and forever.
I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,
neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor
depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us
from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." Romans 8:38-39
"Tea Time Tuesday?" It's simply a time for you and me, to grab a cup
of tea or coffee, and sit and share God's word. For us to encourage each
other in our faith.
"Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing." 1 Thessalonians 5:11
anyplace and any moment is a good time to be in God's word, to be in
prayer. Anytime is the right time for prayer, praise, thanksgiving and
Because God's word is important.
It's all you need.
And maybe some tea.
Ok. Tea and snacks.
I hope you found some spiritual encouragement from today's post.
In His Love,
Thursday, April 6, 2017
Life has been busy on the homestead. Maple syrup season has kept us fairly busy! God provides...
Now that syrup season is winding down, mud season is quickly approaching. Seed packets have arrived, and this farmgirl is ready for planting! Farmer's Market season is right around the corner!
When I've had time, I've been working on some primitives for the shoppe. :)
It's been slow, but steady, but I'm making progress on my music cd, Lord willing, being released this spring. It's old hymns from the farm :) Little sneak peak excerpts are on Instagram. Praying this music encourages and shares God's amazing love and promises.
Some pics from around the homestead!
|Sunset on the farm|
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Monday, April 3, 2017
The “Dragon” and I weren’t always friends. Heck we may not be friends now, but it lives in my backyard and I have to feed it twice a day. The Dragon you ask? It’s my wood burning furnace that heats my house. I love the smell of the wood burning, it’s cleaner, less expensive to feed and efficient, but I don’t think he likes me. Let me start from the beginning.
When we bought this farmhouse, I knew it was going to need a learning curve, but after the first month I was ready to send it packing. We moved into the house in March, but by then I had been feeding him for almost a month. The original owner made it sound easy, but honestly it’s never been. Now everyone knows Maine winters can be cold, but this year had been a relative mild one. The Dragon didn’t care, he was going to let me know, he ruled the winters around here regardless of the temperature. So for that first month I don’t think the inside temperature got above 55 degrees. Day. Night. Didn’t matter. After a lot of singed eyebrows, and much aggravation, I told the wife “I’ll get it”, and we moved in. It didn’t take long but I figured it out and feeding him became routine.
For his second trick, the Dragon, felt that not only should we be cold in the house but he wasn’t going to make hot water for showers either. The kids got warm baths, but I was determined to put a stop to his tricks. Turns out I can run my hot water heater off the electric. I called it a win, he upped the ante.
Next trick, busted water pipe. Where? Under the middle of the house. Why is that a problem? It’s not even a crawlspace there. But the plumber fought through it and the furnace has water again. Win? Seriously, would I be writing this if it were?
Spring was starting to roll in by now and so the days were manageable, but nights still cold. One more you say? Of course. He’s going to torture me till I cut his power for the season. Relay switch. Back comes the plumber and now the Dragon is starting to cost me more than the kids. He’s paying for his own college I can tell you that.
We finished the year and established a routine, and I thought I earned his respect. HAHA WRONG! We started the following year with an understanding. I’ll feed you, you heat the house. For a while he played nice. Then midwinter, on one of the coldest days, the wife comes to tell me that the lights on the furnace aren’t working. I think the people in New Hampshire heard me yell. Turns out he had one last trick. The solenoid for the damper stopped working. The solenoid of course opens and closes the damper that allows airflow into the firebox. Without fire, cold water runs through the baseboards. Of course, around here by 7pm every place to get parts like fuses and such are closed, and the only furnace parts supplier is 1hr 15min way. To say it was cold in the house that night, well yes, yes it was. But we made do with the electric space heaters my wife made me purchase, because “They make it cozy”. Ok, so they bailed me out. Yes dear, you were right. The repairs were made with Teen Minion by my side, both of us freezing, but seeing the wife and the other two cozying up to the space heaters drinking hot chocolate was worth it.
We now have a mutual appreciation. He wins and I bow to him every day, twice, sometimes three times a day in every weather condition to make sure he gets his fill. Because quite honestly, I don’t want to know what else he has up his sleeve.
Don’t tell him, but this nice looking pellet stove has winked at me a few times. Wait… could they be related?!?!
Monday, March 20, 2017
Welcome to the wonderful world of manhood on the farm………..with four women. I will do my best to bring a bit of my insanity to you daily, but honestly, don’t hold your breath. I am a man you know. Now I know what you’re thinking, any man could write this and you’re probably right, but not any man lives on a farm with four women. So here goes….
Let me start with me, it may be the only time I get to. I was born and raised in New Jersey where I spent most of my teen years in the fire service. From shortly after my 13th birthday until about 3 years ago, minus a 4 year stint in the Marine Corps, I was a little boy playing with fire trucks in NJ and South Carolina. I loved my job. I have rescued people from burning buildings, cut people out of cars and performed CPR in the worst conditions. I thought I had done a lot, but nothing, and I mean NOTHING, prepared me for this. No, I’m not done talking about me yet; hang on. When I left the fire service, we were graced with the opportunity to live out our dream of moving to Maine. And here we are, on 5 ½ acres with chickens, ducks, guinea fowl, a dog and cat and whatever wildlife walks, crawls or slithers into our yard. Hang on one more minute, almost there. Now we love it here and won’t leave till they kick us out. But a year ago I was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease and so the fun began. I can’t do the things I am so used to doing, mending the fence, herding the cattle and bailing the hay; ok not really but a guy can dream. The repairs to the coop, herding the kids and mowing the grass falls on them.
Them….The wife, my soul mate, the woman that’s picking up the slack. She keeps me in line but the rooster kicks her butt. The loudest screamer of the four by far. The oldest, we will call her Teen Minion. She’s my protégé, co-pilot, female teenager and comedian, all rolled into one. Sarcastic and beautiful, she keeps me on my toes. She’s me and I can’t blame anyone for that, but she’s been my “girlfriend” since the day she was born. Some days I’d be lost without her. Middle minion, well she’s been a fighter since the day one, (a story for another day). She’s our prayer warrior, artist, fashion designer, future chef and free spirit. She wants to be me right now and in an hour fly off to Paris to put on a fashion show. She’s awesome. Then there is HER, we don’t dare say her name, ever! Ok it’s not that bad but man oh man if she had been first, this story would be so much different. She’s Shirley Temple and Robin Williams, she can sucker you in with her smile and drop you with her stare. She loves to have fun, but can end yours at a moment’s notice. She’s my peanut and I love her anyway, (though it may be from the nut house soon). I have a son also but he escaped the confines long ago. Wickedly smart and he makes me proud. Those are the women, it’s too late in life for me to start drinking, so if you have suggestions I’d love to hear them.
They are my rocks, the reason I wake every morning and why I’ll fight till the end. This is our car ride on life’s highway from my view behind the wheel (for as long as they let me drive). Let’s be honest; four women in a car, this will be about the only time I’ll be allowed to talk. Oh they wanna get going again, maybe they will let me pick the radio station, no it’s the Taylor Swift cd again. Pray for me! See you soon……..
“A man is not complete until he has seen the baby he has made.” - Sammy Davis Jr.