Loving Channie God's way

Training Channie Mae has been one of those day to day kinda things.

She is so much like me that I wonder if I can train her at all.

The virtues that I want her to have I'm still working on. I will always

be working on them.

An unruly tongue;

A fretful disposition;

An unwillingness to bear the burdens of others;

Fine words hiding shabby thoughts;

A friendly face masking a cold heart;

Many neglected opportunities and many uncultivated talents;

Much love and beauty unappreciated and many blessings unacknowledged.

I want every worthless affection brought to the surface.

A clean heart within her that keeps her clinging to her Father.

Let not the noises of the world ever so confuse her that she cannot hear Thee speak.

Let her have grace to think, not of what she can get, but what she can give.

Having mere joy for living

For the sweet country farm she calls home and her grandfather before her

called home. Let her be thankful for a childhood of rest without loneliness

and sickness.

Help her to remember her place in life. How small she will always be

compared to you Father.

As I have these few fleeting moments to train her I pray that

I will teach her to laugh and be happy in the Lord and her

circumstances. I pray that I'm gentle with her and long

suffering on those days that are hard.

I, therefore, the prisoner of the Lord, beseech you to

walk worthy of the calling with which you were called

with all lowliness and gentleness, with long suffering,

bearing with one another in love, endeavoring to keep the unity

of the Spirit in the bond of peace.

Ephesians4

Teach Them Well

Her little nose cold and runny from the temperature outside. I wouldn't trade this life of mine for anything. You see I don't have to be a mommy. I could just be a woman with many kids but I'm 100% mommy. I love the wet clothes that pile up by my front door as the kids come in from playing in the snow. The puddles that pile there are from the precious babies that I adore.

I have a passion and my passion is my family. I love keeping home. I love

driving a big red van that has old french fries from last week squished between the seats.

I see him walking and I know that one day he will walk away from this farm and start his own life but for now I get to walk beside him and keep him safe. I get to hold his hand and tuck him in at night. His footprints in the snow on this farm will melt and unless you sell yourself out and just be engulfed by your family you'll miss the small prints they leave behind. Don't miss it. Be their biggest fan... hug them so much that they run from you when they see you coming... then run and hug them some more. Don't let them leave without missing the love that you have poured into their life.

Help them enjoy the small miracles God puts in their life.
Teach them to love God
Teach them to love their daddy
Teach them to love each other
and they will love you.
this takes daily work though.
Working through squabbles without taking
sides and teaching them to be friends that will
last a lifetime.

Be kind and gentle.

Don't raise your voice.

This year, start off by saying what

you have to say calm and loving.

Practice until you get this right.

Love is patient, Love is kind.

Be kind..Be fun...

Be happy and let your

kids see you being happy.

Teach them to carry each other through the day...

Remind them everyone has bad days and when your brother

or sister is having a bad day help them carry their burdens.

Turn them to the Lord in every situation.

Sing. Sing. Sing.

Teach them songs that promote love and harmony

surrender yourself as mother

and have fun.

When you learn to love in color your kids will notice

and you will not mind the puddles on the floor

or the clothes piled up high. The meals will become

a banquet and the mess a safe haven that you get

to be a part of.

Be Thankful..

Enjoy them.

Smile at them.

Tickle them.

Be with them always and when

the day comes and the seasons

change, they will be

with you.

My days are very full. I grow weary. I have sickness,

I have health, I get through a day one day at a time just

like you but I have these beautiful faces

that need me to be happy, thankful, and trusting..

They don't expect me to be perfect and perfect I'm not,

but I'm trusting in the unfailing love

of a Savior that loves us all.

To God be the Glory for such beautiful smiles.

He's black she's white

He's black

She's White

He's her brother

She's his sister

he'll do anything she needs

she on the other hand

is a different story.

She has 4 brothers that protect her

and she's used to being protected.

She loves him in a way that

is beautiful and pure.

Their love is one of the reasons I

love being a mother so much.

Thank you God for the gift you have given me in sharing in their love.

Unspoiled, true love...

untouched by the world and

only seen through the eyes of children.

My children

God's Children

He made them both a beautiful color

of black and white and He lets me

be their mamma.

What a gift.

benefit no.204 of having a large family...

You're never sick alone..

I can honestly say that I have never ever had so many kids

throwing up at one time. Within a matter of 20 mins I had seven kids

down. I'm glad it happened this way. Hubby came home

to help hold babies and heads as they leaned over garbage cans

and box's. Honestly, do you have seven garbage cans in your home?

Weak eyes staring at me and wanting mommy to hold them. I did.

Did I mention throw up?

everywhere..

Did I mention mommy getting sick and the adding of another

body to my already full hospital?

No matter which way you look at it it's

still love. Josie hated being alone on her cot so

Coop layed beside her and wouldn't move once she

went to sleep so he

wouldn't wake her up.

She just wants to make sure she's not alone

and she never was. She always has someone to lay with.

 

I smile as I write because I just heard someone say,

"did anyone clean up puke with this rag?"

The clothes are piled up high, my room is set up like

a hospital. 

I have sick babies everywhere. I'm glad we're together.

I'm glad that we have to be at the end of it..right?

I'm thankful that when you're sick in a large family

you're never ever sick alone.

Living with full hands

The smell of fresh dough almost always on the counter. Little noses can't resist the smell and their little tummies can't wait till the biscuits are done.
My hands busy preparing meals and teaching little ones to cook.

The mess is always worth the out come.

Staying up late to watch the nutcracker, getting ice cream and hot chocolate, and riding around looking at Christmas lights, remembering to slow down and see this season through the eyes of my children. My arms full of little boys and girls who love to snuggle.







Yeah, life gets messy sometimes but it's well worth the work.

Everyday being his wife and being their mommy is work but I signed up for it and I plan on finishing well.
Its not how you start that's so important it's how you finish that counts. I'm not working myself out of a job. I plan on working until I die. My hands being useful. My hands always eager to help others.

Being useful to those who need me. Complacency kills the creativity that God intended for us to have. When I'm busy it keeps me out of trouble.:)



One of the most said comments to me when I'm out is, "you have your hands full". yes, I do and
unfortunately women have decided  that having your hands full is a bad thing.
Everyone is working towards an easier life and that easy life draws you away from the very heart of God.
The service of loving and being dependable. Caring for others and doing for others is being lost in our world for that easier life. 
It's always about our comfort and what we can handle. What do we know about handling things? We have food and clean water and a home. We have cars and doctors. We are the rich and the poor live better then us because it draws them to the Lord. The African people are some of the happiest people I have ever been around. They rejoice because of their Lord not because their life is easy.
Our richness and our working toward an easier life draws us only towards ourselves....Ironic..
So I will continue to live with hands full..As full as the Lord will allow and keep myself dependent on the only one who can see me through another day.

What are your hands doing?