Quiet and common notions...shared here...with you! Of life ~ our hearts and our home.

Friday, May 30, 2014

Five Minute Friday :: Nothing

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What caught my eye?  The most?  It's nothing much.  But, when nothing starts to add up it  means a lot.  Kind of like everything.

The buttercups.  They drew me in.  The evening sky and they were dancing in the setting of its sun.

There is nothing quite like home!

The evening shadows begin to settle in around the farm.  The noises of the neighborhood mingle soft with the passing of vehicles and life goes on.  Fast!
But still, there is nothing like home!

This is the picture we see across the way.  It settles.  It calls.  It completes.

The cows and children have place to play.
The smell of green grass and flower sweet.
 Nothing like home!

No {good} thing will He withhold from those who walk upright.

I think of this verse... and it speaks nothing but hope!  And, everything of Hope!

I do my best, we do our best, to bring our kids up into the fear of the Lord.

And here.  This place.  It sure helps.


My attempt, at nothing.  Smile!

Joining in with Lisa-jo Baker, again for this week!  This Five Minute Friday meme..

Five Minute Friday

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Happy Birthday, my Son!

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I, as a mom, have spent the past couple of days - pondering the I-can't-believe-this-young-boy, of ours, is-turning-seven thoughts.  Yes! folks.  Today, is his day.  We have been so looking forward, so hearing about this coming day, and here we are!


A lot of wonderful things could be said about, our son, Caleb.  He is growing into such a fine young man. A wonderful big brother...(usually) always amiable. Playful.  Imaginative.  Smart.  He's got the memory of an elephant.  He loves Scouts.  And anything "outdoorsy".  I quote: I want to be a Sportsman, when I grow up.  He just told us this the other evening... and I believe it.  He's been begging to go hunting - with Daddy! He is always found either on his bike or with a bat and ball in each hand.  And, music- in general! The interest taken here. Oh my!.. its just another very natural part of this young man's heartbeat and make up.  I love watching, hearing him, come into his own with this one.

The most important and equally special thing that Caleb has done this past year, was in making a personal decision to follow Jesus Christ as his Lord and Saviour!  He answered the Lord knocking on his heart's door in October of 2013.  We, as parents, believe he is and continues to be very sincere about this - and we walk with him, as we all know this isn't... this isn't an easy road.

He is growing - at the speed of light, I swear.  And teeth are coming in as fast as they are going out.  ((sigh))

The thing I love most about my son... is that he STILL wants and willingly holds my hand.  He opens the house door for me, the car door and will often come up to me from out of nowhere with a hug and a kiss - telling me I'm the best Mamma in the world.

Do we have our moments?  Oh sure!   But let me tell you...

One thing.

If the next seven years go through, as great!!  Wow!  What a blessing...

We love you, Son!

Happy 7th Birthday!

UPDATED to add:

This kid put his mama to the test, on specifics for a cake.  It had to be a chocolate cake, rectangle, with chocolate icing.  White icing writing and swirls.  Oh, and he wanted a Lego Cake!

So, off I went to the candy store looking for "lego candy" - I knew they were out there!!  Boy!... was he ever surprised?

We had a very, nice Birthday celebration with Grandma Susie (Scott's mom) and an Aunt and Uncle (of Scott's) from NY - here.  Grandma Rhoda (my mom) was also here, with more aunts and uncles as well as two of Caleb's cousins.  Nothing like a meal request (special birthday!) of hot dogs, done on the grill, and mom's homemade macaroni salad...and all the fixin's.

Easy, simple and delish!!

Monday, May 26, 2014

The Kitchen is Ours - feed the boys!

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Happy Monday!
Memorial Day ~ 2014!

If you know me.  And, know me well... I'm a lover of poetry, stories and quotes.  I found an old story that I would love to share with you, today.

::The White House Kitchen in 1862::

     Both the steward and the cook, known as Peter, had remonstrated with "Master Tad" upon bringing into the kitchen of the White House "such squads of poor, dirty, hungry street urchins to be fed," and at last Peter said that Mrs Lincoln must be told.
     Tad flew into a rage, ran upstairs to see his mother himself, and on finding her out, searched the place for his busy father.
     Meanwhile, the small objects of his charity waited at the lower door - for Peter had absolutely refused to let them "step inside."
     The indignant boy spied his father just crossing the yard with his head bowed, eyes to the ground, talking earnestly to Mr. Seward as they walked to the Department of State together.  He cried out to him at once: --
"Father, father!  Can't I bring those poor, cold, hungry boys home with me whenever I want to?  Isn't it our kitchen?"
     By this time Tad had his father by the hand, who stopped to listen to the frantic appeal.  "Can't I give them a good warm dinner today, say?  They are just as hungry as bears, and two of `em are boys of a soldier, too! -- and father, I'm going to discharge Peter this minute if he don't get out the meat and chickens and pies and all the things we had left yesterday.  Say, mayn't I?  Isn't it our kitchen, father?"
     Secretary Seward was shaking with laughter.  Mr. Lincoln turned to him with a twinkle.  "Seward, advise with me.  This case requires diplomacy."
     Mr. Seward patted Tad on the back and said he must be careful not to run the government into debt, and the President took Tad's little brown hands in his own big one, and with a droll smile bid him to "run along home and feed the boys," and added:  "Tell Peter that you  are really required to obey the Bible by getting in the maimed and the blind, and that he must be a better Christian than he is!"
     In less than an hour, Mr. Seward said they passed through the yard on their way to the Cabinet meeting, no less than ten small boys were sitting with with Tad on the lower steps, cracking nuts and have a "state dinner."
     Mr. Lincoln remarked that the "kitchen was ours." 
~ From Wide Awake, a selection taken from Heart Throbs

Sometimes its the little things or moments lived, that behind the scenes, matter's most and are most remembered.  These make a lasting difference and the deepest impression.
Don't you wonder about these "dirty urchins?"

Just something to ponder... 

To any new friends, reading here today, Welcome!  Let me know you've stopped by.  I would love to hear from you.  I thank you for reading!

We have another busy week ahead, here in our home!
It's the week of my son's birthday -as a matter of fact, he'll be seven!!  So, we have family coming overnight, from out of state...
In turn, that means planning a special Birthday Meal and baking of cake. :)  Complete with specifics...

As well, we have babysitting commitments, to meetings, school events, to scout stuff...with laundry and life in the middle.

Looking forward to spending the afternoon, later today, with "new friends", from church, for a picnic!!  I was asked to bring along a patriotic dessert, of sorts.  I chose a Rhubarb Cheesecake Dessert...
Not exactly sure how that classifies as patriotic, but sometimes you work with what you have on hand.

May God bless you, and yours - this lovely Memorial Day!

Friday, May 23, 2014

Five Minute Friday :: Close

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: Go:
When I think of the word close... I think of something tight.  
Tight can be a beautiful thing.. Sometimes.

In the world of peonies... these buds are meant to be tight until 
opened naturally with ants.


Ants??  yes.  These little pesky buggers are just that... in my opinion. Pesky buggers.  But I get to thinking about relationships and friendships- those budding relationships only truly come alive as we allow "buggers" and moments of irritations work in and through our lives.  In a way, there is a closeness that needs to come undone.. and be nurtured.  We need to allow those those moments to be apart of our lives and our stories.
If we completely rid those ants off of peony bushes - the buds never fully open.
Why do we try to avoid the closeness of relationships?  
They're so helpful for building one another up!



I thought I would try something new and different today - linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker, and Five Minute Friday.  It's my first time doing so... so thank you for reading along.

Five Minute Friday


Have a wonderful weekend!
 Happy Memorial Day, on Monday!

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Quiet Reminder

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One evening, the girls and I decided to take a quiet little stroll... not knowing what we'd find, I grabbed the camera.  Enroute, I encouraged the three of us to watch and listen; pay careful attention to the sights and sounds of flowers or birds, etc.

We were enjoying - plenty!  The birds were singing.  The flowers were alive and vibrant.
Even better!  To our surprise!  What did we see, next?

A rainbow.

This rainbow appeared out of nowhere. So it seemed.  But, was it though?
God placed a bow in the clouds.. (Genesis 9:13)

It hadn't been raining, as of yet...although I could tell it might soon start.  
I knew it was somewhere, off in the distance!!

This all kind of caught me off guard, as this rainbow wasn't expected..
I wasn't looking for one.  Oft other times... I KNOW when to look for a rainbow.
After a storm.  Right?

Through it all...
I was reminded afresh of God's Promises.

There are storms in life.
Sometimes in the midst of those storms, we forget.  We're not anticipating.  We're not even aware that we need shelter.  We might need rescue.  We need surety.  We need solid ground.
Sometimes we just need that simple reminder of the faithfulness of our God.
He is our Rock!  Our Fortress.  Our Promise!!
Even before the next storm comes...we need to be clinging.

I will be with you, I will not leave you nor forsake you... 
The LORD, your God is with you wherever you go. ~ Joshua 1:5,9

Every word of God proves true. 
 He is a shield to those who take refuge in Him.  ~Proverbs 30:5 ESV 

and, there are so, SO many more!
Do you need this quiet reminder, today?
Take heart...
You are not alone.

Be still, my heart; for faithful is thy Lord,
And pure and true and tried His holy Word;
Though stormy flood which rageth as the sea,
His promises thy stepping stones shall be. ~ Anonymous

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

True Gardener

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The other day, I had a dear friend come and... just spend the day, with me, with us as a family; with her family.  We drank a lot of coffee!!  We talked, we laughed, mothered each other's kids and shared meals together.  But mostly, we just enjoyed each other's presence.

To Just Be!

That was all I needed.  I think she did, too!

At one point, we got strolling around my yard and got to talking about the so called flower beds and some of the "grizzly-looking bushes" I had going on there.  She knows from experience a thing or two about hydrangea and so I listened.

Before I knew it - we were pulling away the long, dead branches, which would just snap right off.  Probably due to the colder weather we had so long over winter.

We found a clippers, or two, and soon we really went to town.  Talk about getting down and dirty.  This friend - was soon found sitting crisscross applesauce in front of my hydrangea and clipping away; cleaning out the dead leaves and debris from around its base, revealing new growth.  Now.  This has been done before, to this bush, but nothing near recent.  And, certainly not by me nor my husband...I think our landlord tackled it once, but not to this extreme.
It was due.

It was neat to see a lot of healthy looking bush coming on strong, up from the ground base.   Before this event took place, I hadn't seen one lick of green - under there.  Something was wrong!  (smile!)

If you know me - you know there is an analogy here, somewhere.

I told my friend, the same thing. And, she laughed.

But, it's true!


I ask.  What happens when a friend, someone, is willing to get down and dirty with you and do a work; to "help" pull away the dead and broken and "debris" and really help to declutter... reveal truth, reveal the hidden, reveal the ugly-beautiful and rejoice with you in new life and growth!?!?

Talk about vulnerability.  Humility!  Exposure!  Grace!
It's all grace.

It is His kindness that leads us to repentance. (Romans 2:4)

In newness of life... we go forward.

Someone is willing - to get down and dirty.  Someone already has!!
That Someone is Jesus...
It's love!   Love with its sleeves rolled up...
He is the True Gardener.

I'm grateful for friends, earthly friends, who are just as willing to do the same...

Thank you, my friend.

Monday, May 19, 2014

A Daybook in May

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FOR TODAY ~ Keep in mind.   I am working on this post, here, on  Sunday evening, in anticipation for tomorrow morning. As you're first reading this, it'll be the third Monday of the month, of May.

Outside my window... it's late evening.  The night sky has fallen, and the air is quite cool on this spring evening.

I am thinking... I know my children we're tired.  But, we pretty much shared our stories - of when we were a kid! - and one of them for sure, fell asleep - lights out!- even before we turned them out.

I am thankful... for shelter; warm beds to lay our heads at night and clean clothes and plenty enough to eat.  Amen?

In the kitchen... cup of coffee and a bowl of ice cream, with pretzels!  well, in reality, those are now by my side. :)

I am wearing... pj's.  of course!!

I am creating... a package or two to get mailed out in the morning.  One to Grandma Susie and the other to the winner of the last giveaway I held here... congratulations Connie S.

I am going... tomorrow, Monday morning!   I am going with my daughter. for her school, field trip, to a fun filled place called... Merrymead Farm!

I am wondering... how my youngest will do with her own little friend, on their play date, while I'm off on this school trip.

I am reading... A Praying Life - by Paul E. Miller.  Wow.. what an enjoyable, convicting read - if you can imagine the two together.

I am hoping... to head out to the local greenhouse either this afternoon or soon to pick up a few more starter plants... and herbs.

I am looking forward to... watching my flower bed come to life.  We planted pansies and green bean seeds, so far, the other evening, the girls and I.

I am learning... that as much pride I may see in someone else, there is more, much more, in myself.  Ouch!!

Around the house... ANTS!! (there is a story, here! in this link.. that I wanted to remind you, my reader and myself of..) The ants are back... though, not quite as bad this year.  So far!   I think I got em sooner -using a certain ant trap, for which I am entirely grateful for.

I am pondering... this book I'm reading. (A Praying Life...)

A favorite quote for today...
Learning to pray doesn't offer you a less busy life; it offers you a less busy heart. ~ Paul E. Miller

One of my favorite things... hearing the cycling through of the washing machine, doing it's thing.  After that... hearing the songs birds and smelling the fresh air; taking in all of nature as I hang the load of laundry on the line..

A few plans for the rest of the week:  Babysitting and baking!  Lots of baking.  I signed up, today at church, to contribute towards a bake sale for this coming Saturday!

A peek into my day...

Following along with Peggy from The Simple Woman's Daybook

Welcome to...

Friday, May 16, 2014

Friday's Finds :: New fillin'-station...

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What do we have here?
A new gas fillin'-station, in town.

Welcome to Friday's Finds!!

Not long ago, my hubby was away, and the evening was still young.  The kids were begging for a bowl of ice cream, after dinner, and so, I piled ONE up high!
(Well, high enough!)

They, actually we, decided that their bikes were going to be their cars and that they would pull up for a spoonful of ice cream - as their fill up on gas.  All FREE, of course!!
Then. Off they would go again,till that wore off and their mouths/tanks were empty.  Round and round...

Fun way to share down a bowl of ice cream!
 I can't say it was all fair, all of the time..

Here's the scoop!  Pretzels, with ice cream, is a must!  And, pictures, of said ice cream with pretzels, is a must as well...
because we all know that the 'real deal' doesn't last long.  Does it?


May your weekend be piled high - with blessings abundant.

Thursday, May 15, 2014

but for a moment...

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Across the fields we could see a tree...
So pretty and white.

I faintly remember it from past Springs.  I knew it wouldn't last...because flowering trees rarely do. :)
I was curious.

Conditions were just right and so was the time of day.
Let's go.  I said, to my two little blessings.
So, the other day - my girls and I took a little stroll.  Hand in hand...

We followed our nose(s)...
Got wet little toes-es
Around the muddy green yard and along the fenced in field.

Mock Orange??

I ask.. only because I'm not 100% sure.  Somebody, tell me!
It really did smell, so nice.
What a pleasant stroll for a mid-day afternoon...pick-me-up!
This was one-day, last week.  Today it's gone!!
But, not the memories nor the photos. :)

I'm learning.  Sometimes you just have to take but for a moment - because that too, will soon be gone!

Congrats to Connie S. for winning Monday's Giveaway!
I'll get that out to you, Connie, just as soon as I am able.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Celebrating Nine

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Roses strewn on life's pathway don't declare it to be an easy street.
Just because it's raining doesn't mean the sun's not there.

Real friends are those who, when you've made a fool of yourself, don't feel you've done a permanent job. ~ Erwin T. Randall

All this.  The same is true, even for, and in particular; a marriage relationship.

 Through thick and thin.
Fair-weather or storm.

Thanking God, today, for the nine years of ~ togetherness.

A happy marriage is a union of two good forgivers.
and we're in it - together - because that is what it takes.  Amen?

Celebrating Nine years!

my love.

Monday's Giveaway is still in play...until 10pm, this evening.  Be sure to check it out!

Monday, May 12, 2014

Mugs & Muffins ::{Happy} Mother's Day Thoughts, Recipe and Giveaway! (GIVEAWAY - Now Closed!!)

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Welcome back to this addition of Mugs and Muffins...

The event that for, at least this year, the year of 2014, is going to come around "randomly" with not a lot of rhyme or reason.  But worth the wait each time.  I hope!
 Some of my *newest* friends, here, have been waiting patiently, oh-so-patiently, to see this segment come around again.  So, here we are!  A place for you to
Stay! and Savor the moment just for you.

A place where, I trust, you can feel most comfortable to share your thoughts and be a part...

As a quick refresher.  This is when and where I'd like this post to feel like you're with a nice circle of friends. Some you might know each other well, or at best - recognize each other's name, and others of you not so much.  All are welcome!!
And so, you find yourself, here! You're sitting down for a meeting (so to speak); sharing together a cup of coffee or hot tea and delving into a muffin.  Mmm, scrumptious...you'll murmur between bites. :)

Hopefully, you realize that it is just a muffin recipe that will do...and at least, this is where I'd like to think that you'll say these rhubarb muffins are scrumptious, because they are!!  I'm pretty sure I've shared this recipe before.  But, tis the season. :)

So, why don't we go ahead (pretend!); scoot up your chairs, pass the muffins, fill your mugs - afresh! and lets get started.  Shall we..?

The calendar told us yesterday that it was Mother's Day.  A day to celebrate.  Yes?  Was it day of celebration for you?

Some of you, readers, may not be Mother's. And, that is okay. This may be one of the hardest days of your life. I can understand this.  Some of you are Mothers; actually, most of you are!  And, some are also grandmothers.  I appreciate the diversity of those reading here, today.  It's humbling.  Humbling for so many reasons.  There are various seasons and situations we may find ourselves in.  Times of expectancy.  Times of loss.  Times that are full-blown, bursting wide open with JOY! and there are times of deep, deep heart-breaking pain.   A lot of which I can personally relate to.  However, I could ask so many of you, ladies, to share your thoughts and insight here, today, and it would serve us all to learn from one another.

Today.  I would like to share, with you, just a bit of  my story; a story that may be a bit hard to read.  Honestly, honesty goes deep here and transparency is key.  I hope you can read this today, with an open mind and a care to understand..

I grew up in a Conservative Mennonite family.  The oldest girl of nine (six girls; three boys - respectively).  So, it would be natural for me to say, all I ever wanted was to be a wife and a mother.  That was all I knew! In a way, I can say - "I already raised a family"... I was and had to be a big help to my mom.   My Mom was a great hero of mine - although, I wouldn't have thought about it as so, back then.
Now?  I see it...a lot.  My dad made a HUGE impact as well...
But we're talking about motherhood.
Again.  This was ALL I ever wanted.  And.  Not only just to be a mother... but to be the BEST one I could possibly be. The days of NOT being a wife and a mom seemed long and unending.  Would this ever change for me?  I prayed.  HARD! Finally, marriage.  Finally, a home of my own to keep.  Finally, eventually, motherhood.

When that dream did finally come to fruition, back in 2007, and quickly again in 2008, and when Motherhood, all of a sudden, quite quickly, was not what I expected; meaning, it wasn't full of the warm fuzzies and the lovey-dovey feelings, I had anticipated...something was wrong.  Instead of loving it I began hating it.  (I know.  Hate is a very strong word..)
I did not like being a Mom.  At all.  Parts of it, yes!  But, not really.
However! You must know.  I STILL loved my children.  I still do! (don't read what I didn't write/say!)   I love my kids very, very much.  Each one.  (keep reading, please..)

Still. I found it hard to be cute and snuggly.  I had an imagination and a smile - but, oh I found it hard to articulate that out to my little ones.  I struggled to "let go and enjoy"...
I wished, over and over, that I could get off the train.  The merry-go-round.  The whatever you wanted to call it.  I wanted out.
This was a thankless time.  And, I really felt the inconveniences of motherhood.  I realize we all have those thankless and inconvenient moments, come our way, as mom's, but I mean I really felt them..

As well, I strongly disliked (tempted to say it again - "hated") when loving and well-meaning friends would gently and graciously "remind me" of my desires - back in my single years.  They didn't know it, but it felt too much like a ton of salt in the wound.
All of this was...this was a stark realization, a truth of my heart, just a mere three years ago.

((At the time, of this realization, I had two little ones, close together in age, and another baby on the way!))


By the grace of God... those thoughts are no longer the same.  Those thoughts; they are no longer mine.
Do I still feel overwhelmed?  You bet I do.
Do I ever feel like walking?  You bet I do.
Do I ever feel like quitting?  You bet I do.
My nerves wear thin and I'm tired.

What changed, you ask?

I am not 100% sure, other than, I have come to embrace the calling that God has placed on my life.
Obviously... HE knows I can do this.
He has chosen me to do this job.
He has equipped me.  And, will continue to do so.
Only by HIS grace...can I do it.  It is nothing of me that makes me a better mom over another.
I needed HIM.  I still need Him.
I prayed.  I continue to pray.
I asked for HIS HELP...and He answered.  And, He always will.

As the kids grew, and continue to do so, so has our relationship, and that of my husband's.  We realize, all the more, being a family-team really matters.  By the way.  My husband is the most wonderful of father's there ever was in this world.  I'm so blessed to be the Mother of his children...and I tell him so.

However, currently we, as a family, are in a season that requires a lot of sacrifice and feelings of loneliness - for me.  There are many days when I feel the weight of what it would be like to be a single mom.  I get it!
(my husband has a full schedule & workload with employment and going to school, full-time!)
Still. We are very blessed.

It's hard.  But, again.  It's only a season.  And, I cling to that.
We have one another and we're in this together.

One of the neatest things about being a mom - for me! is the opportunity to visit memories of my childhood with my children and share life-lessons with them.  For instance - "the bike story" (the bike in above photo) is a repeat story and one I'll continue to share often.
It's a story of disobedience (on my part) and redemption (the part of my parents).
These story-moments happen a lot at bedtime.  My children will often beg, "Tell us a story of when you were a kid!", they'll say.

When I see my kids soaking up life, like a sponge, and enjoying; living out, their childhood, making up their own life-stories, I see it as a reflection of who they are because of me (and my husband's) influence.
Again. It's humbling. When the playful, fun-phrase " Oh no!  Here comes the Monster Mom..ahhhh" (and the kids go running off and away!)... becomes more of a reality than I wish. Even that has it's influences and its resemblance of truth.  I regret the selfishness I've displayed in the past.  Selfishness.  That can still rear it's ugly head and I have to surrender my heart, daily, to God's calling for me and my life.

When I hear my kids say I'm beautiful...still... after those ugly moments. And, I've apologized.  I'm humbled.
I see their fragileness.  Their need for affirmation. Their dependency (on me!)...and ultimately, their need for Jesus!
I see the way they look up to me.  The way they listen.   How both influenced and influential they are...
They need me.  I need them.
They bring me flowers, from the yard, in fistfuls.  They plant kisses - unexpectedly and I melt.  They smile and wink at me from across the room.  We sing!  We dance.  We cry.  Together.  They crave my approval...and I like theirs.  But we all know that doesn't always happen...because we're real.  I know when they're being deceitful and "as children are"...and they wonder how?
"Understand it is...because. I am your Mother!", I say.

These. are. my. blessings.
I don't ever want to take them for granted.

This is one awesome privilege and one awesome (huge!) responsibility.

It's not the how, or the what, but the WHO that will put the {happy} in Mother's Day! or any day, for that matter. 
Who is that??  Do you know?

Esther 9:28 ~ These days should be remembered and observed in every generation by every family...

{Happy} Mother's Day!

Aubrey recently entered a contest -a Mother's Day; Draw Your Mom! contest...and was selected as one of the winners.  ((I don't know.  There is something fun, to the fact; bragging on my five year old for getting published, in the newspaper.. for the very first time.))

Here she is - missing her first tooth!
At school.  The kids shared their thoughts on Mom this way. And it too, makes me smile.

Oh! Aubrey...
Caleb's thoughts...

Thank you for reading here, today!!

You'll get to share your reflections in the comments below and I can't wait to hear "your stories"... there.
:: Giveaway ::  NOW CLOSED!!

Teresa Jaye is *new*, local friend of mine.  I have mentioned her HERE, before, and suggested for you to stay tuned for something more from her.   Well, today is the day!
Teresa has donated a small Mixed Media Art Piece for the giveaway today.
 Isn't that wonderful?

Here is a link to her blog page that lists more (beautiful!) items Teresa would have for sale.

The rules for the giveaway are:
1.  Enter once by adding a comment, here, sharing a short story or memory of your own Mother or about yourself as a mom.  However the good, the bad and the ugly.  Honesty is key and it's okay...
It matters.  You matter!
2. Be a follower of my blog - and if you are already... just say so.  Otherwise, add a second comment saying you've decided to follow along here at Treasured Up and Pondered.
3.  Follow Teresa's blog.  Do the same; by following up with a second comment letting me know you decided to follow along on Teresa's blog.

Got that?  Participating in all three, will ensure you, at least three possible entries regarding this lovely little giveaway!!

PS:  I plan to add in a few other little speciality items to make this an extra fun surprise - sort of giveaway.

Best of everything!

The Giveaway ends, Wednesday at 10:00 pm, EST.  United States & Canada welcome!
The winner will be selected and notified sometime later this week.  If entering anonymously...be sure to include an email address so that you can be contacted.

:: Recipe ::

2 1/2 cup flour
1 1/2 cup brown sugar
1 tsp. salt
1 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. cinnamon
1 egg, beaten
1 cup buttermilk or sour milk
2/3 cup oil
1 tsp. vanilla
2 cups diced fresh rhubarb

1/2 cup granulated sugar
2 Tbsp. butter, melted
2 tsp. cinnamon

Combine all dry ingredients and mix.  Add all the rest.  Put topping on.  Bake at 375* for 16-18 minutes.
Yield: 2 dozen muffins.

** These muffins are easy to freeze.  And, easy to grill! You read that right.  Grilled Muffins!
  Here is a delicious way to eat muffins that may have gotten "past their prime".  Split one in half, spread, the cut side, generously with butter.  Place buttered side down on hot griddle and grill, right in your frying pan.  You just might never be the same again.

Hope you enjoy!

I found these two articles over the weekend and found they were helpful for me to read...just something to think about.

Friday, May 9, 2014

Friday's Finds :: {to} My Kids Delight!

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 Look what I've found...

Pictures of me that help to tell the story of me.  :)  Oh, I knew I had them... but you know forgetting why it was that they were just so happened to be tucked in between pages of an old book?  It was puzzling...to say the least, however, it was a fun moment for me to tell the kids "the bike story" all over again and this time they have a visual to go with it. 

They beg...Tell us the story of the bike, Mom,...the one you got for your birthday...and shouldn't have.
Friday's Finds :: Pictures of Mom!! to my (own) kids delight! 
 Pictures of when I was a kid...


Come  back on Monday - for more of the same.  As we enter into yet another time of ...

With: Thoughts on Motherhood.  Muffin Recipe.  Giveaway!
You're participation required. :)

Be prepared to share your favorite story/memory of your own Mom!
For some of you, this may be easy.   For some of you - hard!

It all matters.

Happy Mother's Day!

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Pondering :: Time

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To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.  ~ Ecclesiastes 3:1 

My hands were busy through the day.
I didn't have much time to play
The little games you asked me to;
I didn't have much time for you.
I'd wash your clothes, I'd sew and cook,
But when you'd bring your picture book,
I'd say, "A little later in the day."
I'd tuck you in all safe at night,
And hear your prayers, turn out the light,
Then tiptoe softly to the door...
I'd wish I'd stayed a little more.
For life is short, the years rush past...
A little child grows up so fast.
They are no longer at your side,
Their precious secrets to confide.
The picture books are put away.
No goodnight kiss, no prayers to hear...
My hands, once busy, now are still.
The days are long and hard to fill.
I wish I could go back and do
The little things you asked me to. 

To My Grown-Up Child ~ Author Unknown

Is time slipping from your hands? 
Just something to ponder today.  Will you join me? 

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