Just One Of Those Weeks… – Thankful Thursday

There comes a time in your life when you have so many things seeming to pile on you (although, this week isn’t actually as bad as some others I’ve had in the past…) It can make it very hard to find the brightness in things.

But then someone comes along and does something that is very simple seeming, but made all the difference you needed. Just one small and simple thing to go right for a change.

I won’t go into detail on what all went wrong this week (or week and a half), but I am very grateful for people (family, friends, strangers) who do one small thing that helped you whether or not they realized that you needed it.

So I am grateful for small and simple things, because they are the things that make all the difference.

Check out the original Thankful Thursday.

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At Any Temperature – Thankful Thursday

There are a lot of things to be grateful for during this time of the year. I could try and name them all or I could name a few or I could name just one.

I’m kind of tired and cold, so I’m going to go with the one.

I’m grateful for chocolate and how it tastes good no matter what temperature you consume it at.

Check out the original Thankful Thursday, because we have to remember that there are wonderful things, whether they be great or small.

Golden Rainfall of Memory – Thankful Thursday

I know I’ve said it often that I am grateful for my family, for my parents and my siblings, my in-laws and my nieces and nephews, but I really am.

My parents for teaching me things that I have really needed as an adult.

(How to sew and care for a yard, how to love someone even when you’re anry with them and how to care for them even or especially when you just want to smack them in the face with a pillow.)

My siblings for too many things to name.

(Games played with as children, complicated knots used to keep you in your bedroom by tying the doors shut and so teaching you how to unknot even the most complicated of strings in your shoelaces as a result, how to accept help when you don’t think you need it, how to give help and love when it is not wanted.)

My in-law siblings.

(How to step back from people and rearrange priorities to knew ones that are more important, how to help and coordinate so that blessed events can come to pass years in advance than originally thought possible (like a much desired wedding) and how to wear yourself out with a smile.)

My nieces and nephews.

(How to stay up late and still be able to go to school in the morning, how to sing different songs when needed at different times of day, how to adapt stories on the fly for a smile or a goodnight, how to braid hair in new ways, and how to bake cookies that you’ve never even heard of before.)

I’m grateful for my family and for every frustrating moment and laugh and tear that they have wrung from me because through them I have come to realize that the world is more than just what I can see.

Make sure to check out the original Thankful Thursday as well this week. (If the link takes you to a list of thankful Thursday posts, then I have not been able to update it to this week’s post yet for any number of reasons, in which case, enjoy them all!)

So Much Milk… – Thankful Thursday

So, about two weeks ago, our car died.

We were in another valley, about an hour’s drive away from the farm, picking fruit from some nice people, when it just died. Middle of turning down a residential road and the stick made this funny clunking noise and then went into free fall. Luckily, we weren’t on a hill (anymore) and so the stick just swirled in place (even after we turned the car off.) Another driver pulled over and helped my sister push it over to the side of the road while I steered and then we called the insurance people and a tow truck.

All of the rental car places (that were still open, it was almost six o’clock in the evening) were sold out. They even called around to their other places and they were sold out too.

There was a dealership about a mile away from the transmission shop (which was closed by the time the tow truck (which actually came almost a full thirty minutes earlier than he initially thought he’d be able to do, so he was fine) was able to get our little car there, but the shop was fine with that and already had a thing set up for us to drop the keys and stuff, they did that all the time.) One of the guys at the dealership even came and picked us up from the transmission shop and drove us to the dealership.

(We’d called to make sure they were still open because we weren’t sure if they had moved from winter hours to summer hours yet as some of the other dealers in the area hadn’t and were closed. They had, though and were open.)

In short order (for us) we were able to get a truck (used, but big enough for what we needed it for and with enough room in the cab for the kids to fit). We were home at 11 o’clock at night.

We could have called for help. Several siblings and friends asked why we didn’t.

  1. We’d’ve still needed a car on Monday and no one would have been able to let us use their car on Monday.
  2. Our ride wouldn’t have been able to get home until 1 am because of travel times.
  3. We’ve been needing a truck for the last year and a half and figured that this was the Lord telling us that we might as well bite the bullet and get the truck we’d been saving up for any way.

Now, you’re probably wondering what this has to do with the title of the post, right? What does a truck and a broken down car (that’s still at the transmission shop, by the way) have to do with milk?

Our Mini Nubian doe has been giving us a lot of milk each day.

Almost a full gallon each and every day. On really good days, an actual gallon.

Our budget is a little (a lot) tight at the moment because we have a new truck payment (even used, it’s still another thing to pay on each month) and we still have to get the little car fixed because it’s more fuel efficient and my sister needs that car for work while we need the truck for the farm. Because we get so much milk from our goat, we don’t have to buy milk at the store every week anymore. We can make the milk into cheese and butter as well and I’m able to use it for baking and cooking.

There’s just one slight problem.

We’re not drinking it fast enough with how much we’ve been getting it.

Enter ice cube trays that our mom kept (for some reason) and we inherited (for other reasons). You can freeze the goat milk and while you can’t really defrost it and then drink it again, you can still bake and cook with defrosted goats milk.

So today, after a very long explanation, I am grateful for ice cube trays and all of the myriad ways I can use them.

(As well as everything else working out with the car and truck and the milk and such. You can be grateful for more than one thing at a time, can’t you?)

Check out the original Thankful Thursday. (I will update the link when she’s able to put up this week’s post, although maybe not right away, because I have to do a lot of things today.)

The Kindness of Children – Thankful Thursday

The other night, when my family was holding family scripture and prayer, my niece and two eldest nephews propped me up for the prayer because I was tired and my arms were limp, so my niece folded them for me. It’s a simple thing to do, to cross my limp arms for the family prayer, but it brought tears to my eyes that she would think to do that for me.

I am so very grateful for these children and for the love and care that they continue to show me even when they ar also so very tired from school and then farm work when they come home. They are a blessing.

Check out the original Thankful Thursday. (Will update when able.)

Happy Birthday, Dad

Honor thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the Lord they God giveth thee. –Exodus 20:12

 

I would like to take today to honor my dad. Today is his birthday and he will be 69 which means that next year he will be the big 70. I had not realized until this moment that he was so close to being another decade older than the last time I checked. (In fact, I had to check his age against my mom’s. He is four years older than her and that is how I have always calculated their ages. I figure out how old one is in order to get the others. It always changes depending on who I need to check.)

My dad is not perfect. He never was and he likely never will be.

That’s just how the cookie crumbles.

But he has tried his best to raise me and to do what he believed was right for me even if I (very greatly) disagreed.

I would not be who I am today without him and for that I am grateful to him.

I love you, Dad, and I hope that this next year is full of wonderful memories just as others have in the past for even sorrow can bring you joy.

Dig Deep – Thankful Thursday

Today I am thankful for the Dungeon Prompts put up by Sreejit. I stumbled across them (somehow) when I first started blogging and I have been grateful for them ever since. they have inspired me and made me stretch and work for things, for ideas, and made me grow. It’s also a fabulous place to read excellent work by others.

So, thank you, Sreejit!

Check out the original Thankful Thursday. ( I will update the link when able.)

EDIT: Link updated as of May 30, 2015