Poodle Cheese

Poodle cheese is the soft and fuffy shreds of cheese grated on the extra cheese grater. Having to use the Extra fine cheese grater is a direct result of having kids and not being able to find the cheese grater with the standard size holes. Not caring is a standard result of just loving your kids .

Those Kit Foxes and me

Although the weather was warm,and humid with no wind, the sky was overcast gray with clouds, With the ever impending threat of rain coming at any second, my husband and myself and our youngest working fervantly to prepare our garden for planting. He rototilled the soil into rows with an ancient rototiller we borrowed, I picked up and pulled weeds and other invasive vegetation along with our two year old son. His wispy shoulder length blonde hair like corn silk. Our other two children playing in the house, could not be enticed to come out and help, they were in the bedroom swept away in some imaginary dimension playing the role of "Kit Foxes". They would ever so often poptheir heads up and press their faces against the window to check on us and we would occasionally catch a glimpse of each other smile and go about our ways.

New Day

Its actually 2:30 in the morning and I'm still up reflecting on the days events, reflecting on my shortcomings so things will go better when we start fresh in the morning. I know haven't always made home school fun, lively or engaging, I'm grouchy, selfish, self centered. I nag the kids about things that dont matter and let them get away things I know I shouldn't. Today, being a new day, brings hope and life and promise that only messiah can bring.
Shalom!

Smoke over road

There were times when we barely managed to make it along the strait and narrow road, it was hard to see with blinding smoke stinging our eyes. The smoke over the road was thick heavy and swirled at us with great force. The intense heat and pressure thrown our way, made it almost unbearable. Seemingly from nowwhere a miracle occured, and we made it through utter darkness, However we know what saved us from being scorched, was God. The same Holy Spirit that has actually saved us each time the enemy has tried to scare us by pillage, persecution, and plunder. The pillar of fire, which leads us through darkness, is Torah, the inspired word of God, it is still leading us today, the same as it has for thousands of years . When things are difficult and it seems like the smoke over the road will overtake us in despair, the pillar of fire is there guiding us again continually, guiding us admidst our failures, and through difficulties. Parting Oceans of what seems impossible, keeping us on the straight and narrow path home to our father the king.

Life. It's about not slowing down to look both ways to see what others think of you.

Its 3:30 pm and the warm rays of the sun are finally making their appearance from the sun. Small rivlets of rain run down the sides of the overflowing gutter, the roof top of the small white house emits small twirling towers of steam as the rainwater evaporates. Three jubilant children who waited eargerly all day for the sun to come out with crowed together with their faces pressed against the aluminum frame window. Now donning bright colored rainboots they dash and splash their way across the water logged lawn strewn with puddles. Its May and its 62 degrees outside, they know its only a matter of time before it starts down pouring again, the winds pick up and the temperature begins to drop to 42 degrees for the night. I call out to them to stay on the swingset while I walk to our young wheelchair bound neighbors house to see if he has eaten today. They squeal with delight and ask to come with me, I sigh and smile and pause before tellling them its okay to come with me today. They skip and jump and slosh across the lawn and follow me to his door in a singlefile line. They are like baby ducks and I am trying to teach them to be kind and good and that life is not about slowing down to look both ways to care about what other people think.