Saturday, June 28, 2008

Grain Mill Gone

There used to be a grain mill in the nearby community of Middleburg. We snapped some photos on a nice day.

The History according to

Middleburg is an unincorporated rural community with a post office sitting just off the Green River in central Casey County, Kentucky, United States. The first land owner in the area was Abraham Lincoln I, the grandfather of president Abraham Lincoln, who purchased 800 acres in the area in 1784. In 1800, Lincoln transferred the land to Christopher Riffe.

Riffe built a home there and operated a mill,which began the focal point of the community. He was also the community's first postmaster when the post office first opened on February 11, 1837. He named it possibly for Middleburg, Virginia; or because of its location midway between Liberty and Hustonville.

Christopher Riffe accompanied Col. William Casey (Great-Grandfather of Mark Twain) to Kentucky in 1784. Riffe lived at Bryan's Station, Boonesborough, Logan's Station and Carpenter's Station. He bought 800 acres (3.2 km²) of land from the Grandfather of Abraham Lincoln. Riffe became the first white settler of Casey County in 1793. He was the first State Representative from Casey County, served seven terms. He fought in the Battle of the Thames (in which Tecumseh was killed) in the Kentucky Sixth Regiment. He was Lieutenant-General of the Kentucky State Militia.
(Source: Kentucky Historical Marker No. 250 located at Middleburg Cemetery, Lynn St., Middleburg, Ky)

Wow, talk about the local history in our area! But now you'd never know it to look at it...
No more grain... just a few ducks,
...and a swan who is certain we came to feed it.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Redneck Fun

Let me apologize if we seem a bit uncouth, but that's what we are sometimes. LOL!

The following is video of what happened as we were setting up our plastic pool for this summer. Yes, there is some unfair play and much white flesh. Don't press play if you are prone to quick judgement! At least it's short.

Redneck Sumo-Wrestling

Let me assure you, this second round was much nicer than the first. Earlier, the wedgies looked positively uncomfortable. (and that's me squeaking as I laugh.)

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

How I've Learned to Pray

As a child, I learned to pray like children do. "Now I lay me down to sleep..." and "Lord, we thank you for this food...". As a young adult, I prayed for specific things and people.
But, as a woman, I began to feel convicted to pray the Lord's prayer. Like a bolt of lightening, it suddenly made sense to me to pray like Christ teaches me in the scripture.

Matthew 6: 5-15
5And when thou prayest, thou shalt not be as the hypocrites are: for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and in the corners of the streets, that they may be seen of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.
6But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly.
7But when ye pray, use not vain repetitions, as the heathen do: for they think that they shall be heard for their much speaking.
8Be not ye therefore like unto them: for your Father knoweth what things ye have need of, before ye ask him.
9After this manner therefore pray ye:
Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.
10Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.
11Give us this day our daily bread.
12And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.
13And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil:
For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen.
14For if ye forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you:
15But if ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.

Luke 11: 1-13
1And it came to pass, that, as he was praying in a certain place, when he ceased, one of his disciples said unto him, Lord, teach us to pray, as John also taught his disciples.
2And he said unto them, When ye pray, say,
Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, as in heaven, so in earth.
3Give us day by day our daily bread.
4And forgive us our sins; for we also forgive every one that is indebted to us.
And lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil.
5And he said unto them, Which of you shall have a friend, and shall go unto him at midnight, and say unto him, Friend, lend me three loaves;
6For a friend of mine in his journey is come to me, and I have nothing to set before him?
7And he from within shall answer and say, Trouble me not: the door is now shut, and my children are with me in bed; I cannot rise and give thee.
8I say unto you, Though he will not rise and give him, because he is his friend, yet because of his importunity he will rise and give him as many as he needeth.
9And I say unto you, Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.
10For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.
11If a son shall ask bread of any of you that is a father, will he give him a stone? or if he ask a fish, will he for a fish give him a serpent?
12Or if he shall ask an egg, will he offer him a scorpion?
13If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children: how much more shall your heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to them that ask him?

Here we can see how two different disciples remember the words that Christ told them when Jesus was asked to teach them how to pray.

In Matthew, I am warned to not pray for looks or glory to myself. And not to get all wordy because the Holy Spirit is already communicating my heart to God as I pray.

Luke remembers how Christ also gave an example of how loving our Father is toward us, more than even an earthly father. But did you catch that in verse 13? I didn't until just now! "how much more shall your heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to them that ask him?" The Father gives us what we need through the Holy Spirit. That deserves some thought. I'd best make sure the Holy Spirit which lives in me and is my intercessor is burning in my heart if "Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh the intercession for the saints according to the will of God." (Romans 8: 26-27) There have been times when I was so distraught that all I could do was cry in prayer and let the Spirit do the talking.

O-kay, but let me tell you that these verses are the "milk" compared to the "meat" of what I've learned. Like a child, I've been taught so much over the last couple of years. At first, I just felt compelled by the Spirit to pray the Lord's prayer. I prayed it for myself. Lead me not into temptation, give me my daily bread, etc. Just trusting that what Christ taught is the way to do it.

Then, I grew a little. And I realized that the prayer didn't say me but "we" and "us". What did that mean? Ask and it shall be given... so I asked, and I was taught that I shouldn't be praying for just myself and tacking on all my little "extras" at the end of the prayer (like praying for family members and friends.) So I began to mean myself and my family and friends as I prayed for "us" within the prayer.

But the more I read in the Bible, I began to understand that "we" and "us" was the whole body of Christ, his church. "We" are Christians! Christians everywhere! The whole lot of us! I can't tell you the blessing that I got when I first prayed that prayer over all Christians everywhere in this world. Hebrews 2:11 says, "for both he that sanctifieth (Christ) and they who are sanctified (true believers) are all of one..." We are to pray for the church which is the body of Christ, the whole bunch of Christians all over this world....we are one..."we", "us", "Our" Father (we all praise you, I know I'm not the only one doing that today), "Our" daily bread (please feed the hungry with food and the broken and the lost with your Word and Spirit even if I'm included), Forgive "us" (all of us, none of us are worthy and have sin and weakness), "our" debtors (forgive those who harm your followers: the perscutors who know not what they do, even those who torture and kill in other countries, even the evil-doers that might be on my street), lead "us" and deliver "us" from evil (all evil, everywhere, all of us), for You, "our" Lord and Saviour have the power to do it for every single on of us on this planet, for it is your footstool...and the power is Yours. AMEN! The place where I'm at in my prayer life is this: when I get up in the morning and sit down to read the Word, I pray the Lord's prayer first. As I ask for our daily bread, I know the Holy Spirit intercedes that I may understand what I read and keep my eyes open to the Lord's works in my day. At mealtimes, we say a prayer of thanks for the abundance on our table, even if it's in a restuarant... not to be seen, but when the waitress is not due back and we don't look around to see who saw us. It's just for us in the closet of our booth and discreet. When we are with other Christians, we pray as a whole for this increases the power of prayer, whatever the occassion, giving thanks, praying for brothers and sisters in need, etc.

There are countless examples of prayer in the Bible, prayer for specific people, things and events, prayer for strength, praying without ceasing, and all of it is good or else it wouldn't be given to us as examples. The Lord's prayer is just one part of my day. As the day goes on, I will pray as I can feel the Spirit tugging on my heart to do so. I will pray for those who request it. I will pray everytime I think of children who need intercession.

And I pray for myself, to gain strength in Spirit and do that which is pleasing to Him.

How do you pray? What have you been taught? Has the Spirit revealed to you how you are to pray? I would love to hear about it and learn from other Christians about the blessings they have experienced from and through prayer.

These photos are from a collection of old Sunday school lessons/pamphlets that I bought at Casey House Antiques. You can read about it at the bottom of my blog post here.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

County Fair

I still can't believe I did it, but I entered three of my crocheted pieces into the local county fair this year. I was the only competition in my divisions: dolls or toys, clothing not baby, and ripple afgahan. But I did score 90 on the afgahan, 94 on the doll, and 95 on the poncho. That's still an "A", right? lol.
I made the baby ripple afgahan for the next baby girl in the family. I made the purple/white poncho for my sister's daughter last Christmas. She likes it and that's what matters to me. I also made another one for my brother's daughter using the same purple/pink as this afgahan.
I made the doll for my sister's other little girl that same Christmas. I made her eyes brown and put highlights in her hair like my niece. Evidently she likes her, because we had to sneak her out of the house to place her in the fair. That's better than any ribbon.

A blue ribbon means that you can enter into the state fair. I'm not going to. I don't think they'll show well, they didn't score as high as needed to win at that level, and because I didn't like the emotions I went through to show them! I'd much rather make things in love and give away than to compete. But I wanted to share this little accolade with you, since I rarely get one in the form of an actual award. Kinda nice!

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Walk with me today

No, not a physical walk, but a spiritual one. Come see where I walked today and reflected on scripture and blogs and perhaps see the same beauty and lessons that I have.

First this morning, I read the Bible. I am reading it in order, several pages a day in the OT and then a chapter in the NT. Today's reading was Jeremiah chapters 32 & 33 and 2Timothy chapter 3. Click on those links to read it right there on your computer screen.

Now, what I enjoyed learning in Jeremiah 32 was how Jeremiah KNEW it was God speaking to him and not to the other false prophets who were contradicting his prophesy. It was from a simple land transaction that God foretold to Jeremiah and it came to pass so that when God spoke to him again, he was certain of it. How do we know that God is speaking to us today? Hasn't the Bible prophesies come to pass? Hasn't archeologists found proof in the Dead Sea Scrolls and in the timeline? Do you KNOW that Christ lived and died for you? So, can you see that the Bible is God speaking to you, every time you read it? Want to hear from God, speaking directly to you? READ your BIBLE!

I just can't tell you the difference that reading the Bible from cover to cover is making in my life. Even among the sometimes boring (to me) descriptions of how long and wide the temple was built are verses that seemed to pop up as if God was saying, "are you paying attention?" All scripture, yes, ALL of it is good! I've been amazed at how comforting it is to see how God pays attention to the little details and the big picture at the same time.

Opps, I'm trying to get off onto another subject which happens when I get excited. There's just so much to say about how good it is to stay in the Word of God every day (even if I am not at all good at being self-disciplined about it.) Yep, I fail, but I know I miss blessings from it, so I try again the next day.

Also in chap. 33, I noted that vs. 30 shows that God is paying attention to all we do throughout our lifetime, even in our youth. Sometimes, today's church's seem to preach (and certainly the media tells us) that what is done in our youth is easy to forgive and actually expected! Shame on us. Don't tell your own children that, "Well, I was young and stupid then." That's an excuse. Try telling that to the young people who are sitting on death row or in prisons for doing "stupid" things. Instead tell your children, "I regret not learning to know better back then." Boy, I sure wish I had kept in the Word back during my teen years and early 20's!

And vs. 33 shows us to lift our faces to God in prayer and not turn our backs to him. And rise early to do it. Rising early to pray and meet the Lord is a very common lesson throughout the Bible. I never would've noticed it if I wasn't reading it cover to cover.

Chapter 34 foretells Christ. What a blessing to read.

Now here we go... 2Timothy, chap. 3. You've GOT to read this. I love this chapter. It speaks of today too well and woke me up (again) to the danger of being just another christian compared to being a true follower. This one is just too good not to put in text here:

2 Timothy 3 (King James Version)
1This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.
2For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy,
(hmmm...sound like today?)
3Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, (Why did Ned Flanders pop into my head? Today people love to despise the Flanders of the world and give a distorted view of them.)
4Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; (the evidence of that last one speaks for itself. What do we love more than God? Well, what do we put first before we spend time in His Word?)
5Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away. (BAM! Read that again. Do you have the facade of godliness but live how you like? Do you doubt the power of God except when you judge other countries for their recent natural disasters? Do you know those who do? Don't associate with them. They aren't really Christians but playing the part and fooling even themselves.)
6For of this sort are they which creep into houses, and lead captive silly women laden with sins, led away with divers lusts, (I think about how t.v. and the internet and the WORLD has crept their way into our homes and how many women watch soap operas and Oprah and have diverse longings to be swept away or be more of something else they long for. They are controlled by their longings. Be self-aware.)
7Ever learning, and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth. (Another BAM! We are a culture who likes to think we know so much, but we put the knowledge of the scripture on the backburner. Even I like to constantly be reading and learning about a simple life, organic and green living, and such, but I must be diligent not to let the true knowledge ever become second to any of that. Not even Christian blogs or books can replace the BIBLE.)
8Now as Jannes and Jambres withstood Moses, so do these also resist the truth: men of corrupt minds, reprobate concerning the faith.
9But they shall proceed no further: for their folly shall be manifest unto all men, as their's also was.
(Can you imagine the embarrassment of being a smart person [and don't we all like to think we're smart?] who on the day of judgement looks stupid for ignoring the true knowledge that could've fed your faith in leaps and bounds?)
10But thou hast fully known my doctrine, manner of life, purpose, faith, longsuffering, charity, patience, (Paul speaking here...)
11Persecutions, afflictions, which came unto me at Antioch, at Iconium, at Lystra; what persecutions I endured: but out of them all the Lord delivered me. (Paul praising God despite his trials.)
12Yea, and all that will live godly in Christ Jesus shall suffer persecution. (From the Christians in the Middle East and China to the Ned Flanders' of America.)
13But evil men and seducers shall wax worse and worse, deceiving, and being deceived.
14But continue thou in the things which thou hast learned and hast been assured of, knowing of whom thou hast learned them;
(In other words, don't pay attention to those who persecute you - keep your eyes on the Lord and hope in Him.)
15And that from a child thou hast known the holy scriptures, which are able to make thee wise unto salvation through faith which is in Christ Jesus. (Bam, BAM! Get your children in the scripture and keep yourself there!)
16All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness: (How can you use it if you don't know it? How can you know it if you don't read it?)
17That the man of God may be perfect, thoroughly furnished unto all good works. (Let the Word work in your life that good will come of it.)

See where I walked today? Then, during my computer time I strolled over to Chats with an "old lady." I've just recently found her blog but have experienced some good fellowship and reproof as a Christian woman through it. Click this link to walk with me what I read there today. I hope you receive a blessing from it. Are you swimming in dirty water and don't know it?

Now, if you've taken the time to take this walk with me, let me know how it was for you. I'm reminded of a recent walk in the woods that Hubby, daughter, and myself took. Two people in the very same family can walk the same path and one might totally enjoy it and thrill at finding little treasures along the way while the other is swatting at bugs and sweating in the humidity. Two people will see things differently or find something the other missed. Only in the walking together do they look through the eyes of the other and get a double blessing. This is why I blog from my hill in the woods. So that I may still walk with other Christians and homemakers and friends.

Where did you walk today?

Monday, June 09, 2008

Pet Birthday


"I refuse to acknowledge my age."

Motor is a shelter cat. We named him that because he purred so constant and loudly. He turned 11 years old this weekend. He received a can of tuna that he didn't have to share with our other housecat, Maggie.

Even though he is old for a cat, he still likes to "help" me make the bed and play with yarn. Pets become a true part of the family. They are playmates for us and our children. They don't judge us when we fail (and we all fail). Best of all, they love us even when we feel unloved by the rest of the world. They are a wonderful balm to the soul. Not to mention, endless entertainment!"Look, Mommy! I bought a kitty-cat!"

"This is not what I signed up for."

Friday, June 06, 2008

Senior Days

If you read my previous post, you already know that Son graduated this week.

One of their senior pranks was to "dress up" on the last day of school and ride their bikes from town to the school, slowing down traffic. They didn't get in trouble and it seemed to amuse most.
Son with his best friend.

The moment of rejoicing!

Here are two video clips of our son's graduation ceremony.

Notice how most of them have painted the tops of their caps. It really looked good!

And they pulled several pranks during the ceremony. The first was the video below. They snuck in inflatable beach balls, blew them up after they sat down, and then started playing with them during music and in between speakers.

They also brought in bubbles, blowing them during the speechs.

And they each handed the principal (his first year in the position) a tiny package via the handshake as they received their diplomas. The principal's pockets were visibly full about halfway through the kids, so he started handing them off to the vice-principal. You don't want to know.

I will say that all the officials on stage seemed very amused despite a year of enforcing strict regulations.

Then, as the final speech was ending, the kids started pulling cans out from under their gowns. Cans and cans of silly string. I'm disappointed that is doesn't show up so well on the video, but they were all completely covered!

It was the most enjoyable and entertaining graduation ceremony I've ever been to.

A chapter ended

I'm trying to upload two videos of the ceremony but Blogger is having troubles. Look for those soon.

Son graduated from high school this month.
"I love my bubby!"

I started crying out of the blue and couldn't get stopped! It was embarrassing. Long story short: I hadn't had time to deal with any of the emotions that come with your first and only son meeting this milestone. I was proud to tears, I was vindicated in that we had parented him to this point, and I was immensely relieved that he has proven himself successful. I finally got stopped, but not before I wished too.

Hubby got his "congratulations" in. Nothing like trying to embarrass your kids!

Family pose.

This is Son's dad, step-mom and two of his little brothers. They came in from out-of-town and spent the afternoon with us until time to leave for the ceremony.

My mom and all her grandbabies. Son is the oldest and was the only child and grandchild for 7 years. No, he wasn't spoilt. (Yes, that's sarcasm.)

His dad's mom and step-dad.
His dad's dad.

His step-mom's parents (and two of his brothers.)
We all sat together and made a lot of noise as he walked across the stage to receive his diploma. There were 24 of us all together.

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Where I'm From

This is a free-verse poem that I made using the template from Judy. Fill in the blanks and then play around with it. Pop on over there then make your own!


I am from Mason jars, from Spaghettio's and grape Kool-aid,
Grandmother's homemade biscuits and fresh eggs.

I am from the old house, the outhouse, and the smokehouse.
Green-smelling copperheads and wiggling tadpoles.

I am from the Blackberry brair and persimmon tree.

I am from pond fishing and banjo picking,
Faded cotton aprons and the oily smell of paint on canvas,
from Venia Mae and Essie Faye and red clay.

I am from mind games and sincere hugs.
"Only God knows" and "Pretty is as pretty does."

I am from the back pew to kneeling at alter steps.
Convocations and medications, and rededications.

I'm from knob country that called to the blood
stomping in the veins of the Irish, Welsh, and Scots,
and singing locusts.

Cutting wood every fall, and hugging trees in the spring,
driving to the swimming hole,
From Pappaw peeing in the corner of his barn until the rooster broke him.
From Halloween candy-sorting
and a silver Christmas tree.

I am from faded photos hanging on walls beside wood stoves,
memories not always mine but mine anyway.