Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Things that make me laugh

Yes I do laugh, probably not as much as I used to. My motto is if you have a choice of whether to laugh or cry, choose to laugh. Sara was laughing at me the other day, and said why don't you post something humorous. Post something that shows that you are not a baptist nun, if there is such a thing. So I will try to redeem myself in this post. So here we go, dear Sara you make me laugh, you may not know it always, but when you come in and your hair is all askew, your glasses are fogged up from the cold, and say the tractor tire is flat for the eighth time in a row. I bite my lip, because what else can a person do? It is just crazy to have the same tire go flat eight times and the tire store, says it is a perfectly good tire and that you do not need a new one. So you "make" them sell you a new tire, and brought the old tire home and counted nine patches and two holes. You were right, we definitely needed a new tire, and your triumphant toss of your head, made me laugh.
My Uncle, makes me laugh when he talks about "Missouri" drivers, that have to be the Worst in the country. He complains, they drive in the turn lane, one must turn in the turn lane and not drive in the turn lane. Then all the people that just pull out in front of him, causing near mishaps. Stupid, he says, just plain stupid. Also I got a full discourse of proper Ambulance etiquette, on five lanes of traffic, Lord help me if I am ever in six or seven lanes. Think I will stay home, we only have two lane cow paths here.
Occasionally, my neighbor's make me laugh. One Mennonite woman called here looking for her husband, she described him, He had a beard, and wore a cap and overalls, so did the other twenty five men that were here. Mennonites on cell phones, two boys, riding in a tractor with a cab, both on cell phones. Surely they weren't talking to each other ? It just was funny to me.
Family members, can be so funny, like the time when one of our honey bees stung my sister's dog Elsa, she marched in the house and wanted a can of Raid, she wanted to wipe out the "Melosovitch" hive. Or the time, I caught Sara, going to the chicken house with oven mitts to gather eggs, she didn't want to get pecked. Or when, my Aunt decided to mow the lawn, with my Uncles riding lawn mower. She put it in high gear and let out the clutch to fast and went off backwards and the mower was just going all over the place. I was doubled over laughing. She wasn't hurt, and somehow we got the mower stopped, but I still chuckle over the memory.
I even make myself laugh, every now and then I just break out in a freaky mood. Sometimes when I am on the tractor, I go in circles and tell Sara I have circling disease, it makes her laugh. Or when I am on the lawnmower, I put out my arms and pretend I am flying, that usually gets a chuckle from someone. I am thankful for oranges, so the worry of getting scurvy is put off, for at least the holiday season. My Tiny Tim impression needs work, but I am faithful to practice, my fake antlers are bent and leaves the impression I am not quite right in my upper story. Kodi, got my old ones, but Sara found me some that are quite lovely. The time, when the phone company was working on our phone, and called to make sure it was the right number, I answered the phone" Nelly Nose Pickers residence", " Nelly speaking", I was quite young, and the next time they called everything was in order. But I laughed, and never did it again. When we had Holsteins, I outlined some of them in orange marker stick, and then wrote messages on them, for when Mom milked in the morning. There is always fun to be had, if you look hard enough. I need to look at happier side of life, thanks Sara for reminding me.

Thursday, December 17, 2009


I have been thinking the last few days about what to write, and all that comes to me is comfort. Comfort means to come alongside of, to exhort, or to encourage. And according to the Bible, the comfort we receive, we are to give again to those who are suffering. Looking around me, there are so many who are suffering. I long to give "Comfort", to say the "Right" words, to lend a helping hand, and it seems like I just end up at a loss, for anything that is all of the above. Lately I have been on the receiving end of comforting, some has been so genuine, sweet and encouraging, I can just feel the love, and support whether in person, telephone or computer screen. Then there are others, that if I did not know the Father Above, I could not endure their comments. Even though I know that in their hearts they mean well. I want to be a "Titus" not a "Job's" comforter, that is my prayer. Please Lord, let me listen with an understanding heart, and to communicate with your love and wisdom. I ask the Lord to direct my prayers on others behalves, not what I think they""Need" but what HE knows they "Need", this action has been a real comfort to me, and effective.
My next quandry, is when I hear of someone in trouble, is just to "Fix It", and go through all the ends and outs, Well has this been done, or could you do that? I know in our particular situation, it is almost as people think your not quite bright. If you happen to have a problem, too complicated, or other peoples suggestions just won't work, they will either get angry or just disgusted and walk away. There are not many who will say with their actions, Hey I am in this WITH you for the long haul, and Will be there till the end. That is comfort, in a nutshell.
When one really thinks about it, what brings comfort ? Here is a list I have compiled:
1. God has proven Himself too me, I always know I can count on Him, when I am totally alone, He has made known to me His delivering, rescuing, power. He also communicates with me, His Holy Spirit Comforts me.

2. My family, my Mom, I learned kindness and how to comfort from her. She is a RN, who has a gift of comforting the ill, whether in mind or body. She is an optimist, to the end, and will not give up. Her motto being: where there is life there is Hope
My daughter Sara, whom besides my salvation, is God greatest gift to me. Her calm spirit, her generous nature, and her loving heart have absolutely ministered comfort to others and me as well.
My sister Kris, she doesn't say much, with words, but she makes it up in deeds, she is just one of those people , who can be counted on. She is kind and compassionate, she would help anyone, anywhere, and has helped me more times than I can name.
3. Fellow Christians, I am so glad to be apart of the Family of God, one can just tell, how we are bonded together, it is unseen, but yet so very real. How good it is to dwell in unity, what strength it imparts to have brothers and sisters in all walks in life, yet connected with one spirit.
4. Fellow farmers; only they can know, up's and down's of farming. They understand the little joys like a calf moving inside of it's momma's tummy, and the injustice of literally being robbed, not only of money, but strength, and love of animals and land. The spirit that hovers over most small farms or I should say, not factory farms is rare and precious, and gives comfort to those who are the caretakers and to those remember the farms in their histories.
5. As frustrating as they can be at times, my animals give me comfort: There are the little brown cows, who just grazing in the pasture, give me joy and comfort. God Bless the big brown eyes, and the snooty looks and "is that a open gate I see". The goats, Viv and Vash, are still my babies even though they are almost grown, I told Sara, if I am ever kid-napped, just turn out Viv and Vash, and Wally, and they will find me. That brings me to Wallace, a little dumped dog, who for some reason, attached himself to me. I told Sara, we are definitely not keeping that dog, and I did my best to ignore him for two weeks. Then I utterly crumbled, and he became my dog. He tolerates other people, but he loves me best. I do not know why ? It wasn't anything I did. When I was in the hospital, and couldn't eat, he stopped eating as well, when I started eating, so did he. When I am crying, he will bite at the feet of anyone who comes to see what is wrong. He thinks, I am special, and in turn, I think of him the same way. He has his funny little ways, and they bring me comfort. So I have rambled on, about comfort, but there are so many things we enjoy, but we also take comfort in. In heaven we will not need comfort, but on earth, I am so very thankful, God provided Comfort to His Children.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

A Rose in December

There are still roses blooming in December at our house, never ever has happened in all the time we have lived here, going on 33 years. There are the David Austin's, the old English, and Tea roses. They have been such a comfort, they remind me that God can work in unusual circumstances, His beauty in otherwise a bleak landscape. There are also the snapdragon's, who even though the cold wind blows, and the frost nips their petals, they keep blooming. Which is a reminder, to keep my eyes on the Son, so that I can still be a blessing, in less that ideal condition's.
My sister's birthday is tomorrow, she has been a Rose in December circumstances. She has helped shoulder a very heavy burden, never shirking her load, and trying to comfort the rest of us as well. I will never forget the day she was born. She was due Dec 1st, I was nine at the time, I came home everyday from school, so disappointed that my Mom was still home. Finally on midnight on Dec 6th, we had to go to the hospital, it was raining cats and dogs. Children were not allowed anywhere near the delivery rooms, so I waited in the Lobby Area, by myself, wouldn't think of leaving a child alone in these times. It wasn't too long before my Dad came, and announced I had a baby sister. I was so thrilled I could hardly contain myself. He and I went home, I could hardly sleep. I got up early and got myself ready for school. That afternoon, my Mom called me and told me my baby sister's name, it was Kristina Jo, and I thought it was just perfect. I took care of my little sister quite a lot, in fact her first words were Hi! Sissy!, and later on after our Mom was divorced, she would slip up now and then and call me Mom. It was just the three of us in our little house. The first time we had ever known peace and freedom from such wicked oppression. Mom had to work and allot of the childcare and housework ect... fell on me, just like so many other families that have been affected by divorce. So I guess as sisters we share quite a history together. She is little but she is mighty, she can be counted on, she has a tender heart, and a temper as well. She loves horses, and she lost her beloved horse Smokey this fall, she has always been a Texan at heart. Her hobbies, are beading, reading, her room looks a a library, and her love of anything that flies. God Bless you my little sister, I pray, that your road will be smooth, and the One who sees in secret will reward you openly. Love Always, Kim