I want 7 kids. 9 kids. 14 kids....tons of kids.
I want acres of gardens heaving with all manner of vegetables.
I want to gaze upon rows upon rows of fruit trees heavy laden with their yield.
I want cupboards brimming with edible and medicinal herbs that we grew.
I want pantries filled with meticulously labeled items that we grew and canned ourselves.
I want homemade soaps, balms, ointments.
I want to host a homeschool co-op where scores of kids are taught by dozens of parents.
I want to gaze across the faces of my innumerable children and see them living Christ with all that they are.
I want, I want, I want....
"Be anxious for nothing..." says The Lord.
The truth is this: We have 2 wonderful young children, a humble vegetable and fruit garden, a couple of fruit trees(with decent blossoms on them this year), a few flower boxes filled with herbs; basil, rosemary, lavender, a "mommy and me" group with a half dozen families coming together weekly....The Lord reminds us..."Do not despise the day of small things"...
One of my areas of strength (and also one of blinding weakness) is that I pursue what I'm led to pursue with borderline reckless abandon. I'm grateful for the drive that the Lord has given me...but I am constantly drawing my eyes off of the horizon and onto the path right in front of me.
I have no idea why I started this blog, maybe because that's what homeschooling, homesteading families do. I have no idea how often I'll post....but this blog is one thing that I have no preconceived notion about, there's no blueprint here, no ultimate goal...
My family is 4 people working together, day by day, to follow God's leading, whether it be at a snail's pace or at light speed. I praise Him for the gifts he has given me today: my family, our land, our drive, His guidance.
We'll see how this whole blog thing pans out, as for the garden....we pulled our first strawberries this week. My son sat, barefoot, in the grass and polished off a dozen or so in no time. Our harvest may not have been the bushels and bushels that I see in my mind's eye, but to him, and his sticky pink-cheeked smile, it was the world.
Do not despise the day of small things.