Rockin' in my little World

Today I got to rock my Lil T-Man in my rocking chair. I was babysitting and it was time for morning nap. And time just stood still... for me and for him. I could have sat there all day and it was a heavenly place to be! Sitting there with some soft music on and rocking him was a treasure from God. As his eyes got heavier and heavier and he fought sleep, he looked up at me and said, "Hi!" and smiled his sweet smile looking into my eyes. I can't begin to describe the love I felt back for him! What a blessing to be called "Grammy"...what a blessing to be allowed by God to see my children's children. I cannot thank Him enough for bringing me through this life and giving me such a treasure. Such a gift of service to Him to be able to be there for my grandchildren and my children.

Time Flies

Although I can't say I've been having fun. As you all know, our little friend has been so sick. I've spent all my computer time allowed me writing on the General Assembly Forum just trying to keep the Brethren up to date on how our sleeping beauty has been. Slow goes the tide here, but it seems to have turned. For the better I mean!

I've spent every minute I could getting ready for Christmas. Got the shopping done and the presents wrapped and the stockings are waiting to be stuffed tomorrow night. Miss L and I spent the afternoon today cooking together for our Church Christmas Party which is tonight at 6:00 pm. I've made some appetizer size Runsas. These are small little buns filled with beef, cabbage and cheese. Very simple, but yummy! Miss L. has made up a speciality! She fried little tiny tortillas and is filling them with taco salad mixture. What a great idea, Sweetie! She also is making a special hot cocoa mix sent to her by Daughter in Law #3. I've found a chai tea mix made with rooibos tea so it's non caffeinated.

Us girls revealed our Secret Sisters this afternoon. Sad that it's over! My secret sis was Miss Brittany and for her gifts I was following Proverbs 31. I got all the way to "she strengtheneth her hands" and the gift was two little pink 1 lb. weights and I lost heart. I just could not bring myself to give her that gift. Today I gave her some really soft sheets and told her in her card that when she is better, I will finish with her Virtuous Woman gifts! I am not going to cry!

Raw Milk Sensitivity

Here it is folks! The Dad's solution to Raw Milk Sensitivity!

Now, mind you, we all love our Raw Milk here in the Pelkey House...okay, so a few are still holding out for DariMart Milk...but most of the kids (that includes Bro. D and Sis. K of course!) love our Raw Milk. Earlier in the year, the Lord heard my prayers and sent me a source of Raw Milk for my family. I really feels like it is healthiest for you, despite the government's laws against it. Milk, just the way the Lord made it! You can't even buy it at stores in most states...but here in Oregon, farmers can have one or two cows and sell the milk privately. It's hard to find anyone still doing it, but one day a sweet Mennonite lady called and said she'd heard I was looking for Raw Milk. She only charges $2.00 a gallon! So, since we have had access to this delicous milk, it's been a challenge to know where to put it! They sell it in gallon glass jars. This makes it really hard to pour the milk into a drinking glass and I really don't like to put a spoon into the giant jar each time to stir it because that feels like I'm introducing germs that might be on that spoon! So we've been looking for a solution. Raw Milk has to be stirred or shaken before you pour it each time because it's not homogenized...it separates with the cream on top. For a while I was using a tea bottle that we just bleached out after each week, but it had a handle and I worried that I wasn't getting the milk up in that handle cleaned out good. So, The Dad and I went shopping one night for the perfect solution! We came up with two half gallon juice containers that we could wash/bleach out. But after the first week, The Dad came home and found the juice/milk container had been recycled! That kind of frosted his hide so to speak, so he came up with another perfect solution which you can see in these pictures. I came out to fix breakfast the other morning and found these two empty containers on the counter with some writing on it. Intrigued, I filled them up with the Raw Milk from the gallon glass jar. As the white milk filled the jars, you could read what my dear husband wrote on them! It made me laugh...he's so sensitive about his milk!

This Lady Understands Hospitality!

After Sunday, when we heard a little bit about hospitality, this blog post really warmed my heart! http://ebeth.typepad.com/reallearning/2007/12/from-the-archiv.html

Why Women Cry

A very special friend from OKC sent this to me today in an email...thought I would share! Hi Shonna! Love and Miss ya! Kinda sappy, but hey! I feel kinda sappy today!

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?"
"Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him
and said, "And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother
seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could
say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering
why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the
phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said:

"When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight
of the world,

yet gentle enough to give comfort

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and
the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when
everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and
fatigue with out complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under
any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his
faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never
hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to
stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers
exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is
not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way
she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because
that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."