It is another winter day in Nebraska. Just as snowy today as ever... but that seems to be the norm for our home. We moved here in 1995 and have experienced many different types of weather at many different times of the year. The teachers seemed surprised when I said that I could not remember year to year weather history. I really cannot recall what the weather was the year before. I know we had snow days at Thanksgiving, but the only thing I can recall about that one was Jenn and Kelly being home, and that the living room was in the garage, and cooking on the wood stove because there was no power. That dates that snow storm at 2005 since Jennifer graduated in 2006 and was in Lincoln at Thanksgiving time in 2006. I really just don't care. I know I have written about it in my journal, I guess all the days of my life are recorded someplace... on paper or now on this blog. Is that crazy? To start a blog that others can see, and spill my guts? I guess I really don't care if I am talking to someone or no one but me.
I have come to decide that I want to make our home and farm a sanctuary/fortress. I really love our home. I love it more and more each day. I really dread leaving it everyday, but I also dread staying here for days on end. I guess I am just mixed up. I am just learning that I am in charge of my destiny. I can do as I wish and I, and I alone, am obligated to change it. That causes havoc with my belief in Jesus. I have always felt that I am obligated to submit to others as I am to be the subordinate. Hm!
Well, once again, welcome to my thoughts and my journee. I know that journey is spelled journey, but I have seen it spelled for a person's name with two ees, and I am compelled to be different and my journee is different too. I love my life and I hate it. I love what is happening to me and I dread it. I love how my children are growing up and moving on. I don't hate it, I just know that one day my life will be done and I hope that I have been to them and given them what they need to be well rounded adults. It is strange to think that they came from me and they are going on to make a life apart from me. a Miracle I confess... praise Jesus for His grace to make a baby and raise the baby up times three... I love you Samuel, Jennifer and Kelly!!
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