Little Wife On the Prairie





When you are everything to everyone, well, you had better act like you have it all together.



Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Gifts 351-370

351.  Fresh sprouts
352.  Reese's Easter eggs
353.  Hearing their giggles as they play
354.  Pinterest finds
355.  Being at home
356.  Micah grabbing my hand and laying her head in my palm.
357.  Fierce little hugs
358.  My Asher making pancakes like a big man
359.  Clean hands
360.  Chocolate chip cookies with nuts.  Homemade of course!
361.  Zaddok's kitty-cat hugs, all snugly and sweet.
362.  Rain
363.  The clicks and hums of the washing machine making my life easier.
364.  Rain
365.  Good, clean food
366.  When Levi is excited to go to school
367.  A night with friends
368.  A cloudy, lingering morning
369.  Flip flops again!
370.  When Micah holds up, with great effort, her 2 fingers to show how old she is.
  

Sunday, April 12, 2015

In the Canyon

Saturday we were able to take the whole family out to Palo Duro Canyon to enjoy the weather.  We took a picnic lunch and got to hike and play in the water.  It was the perfect Sabbath/Passover day activity.  I love how this family likes to be together.














Friday, April 10, 2015

Pesach

Passover and the Feast of Unleavened Bread has become such a special time of remembering in our home.  Our kids have grown accustom to the traditions and look forward to them.  

Matt and I have gotten better at hosting our Seder every year.  Something that felt overwhelming has turned familiar and so important.

I pray you had a beautiful and profound Holy Week and/or Passover and that His resurrection was celebrated in your hearts and homes.  We are still in the Feast and continue to remember our Earthly condition and the price he paid to save us.

PS-I can't wait for BREAD next week!  :)

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I decided to make my own matzo this year.  It was a simple recipe but hard to roll out.  You have to get it really thin.  

After you roll it and stretch it you have to pierce it with a fork.  I stood there for awhile looking at the dough.  Because for, Christians celebrating the Passover, this bread is not merely the Bread of Affliction (Deut. 16:3) but it is a reminder of the cross.  His body was pierced and broken for us.  

It too me a bit to get up the courage to stab the dough with that fork.  It may sound silly but tears rolled down my face as I remembered the burden that he endured for our sake.

Sometimes even baking is a spiritual experience.



This is charoset.  The most fantastic of all the Passover goodies.  It is apple, cranberries, walnuts, cinnamon and orange juice.  Apple pie in a bowl.  So good.  

It reminds us of the sweetness of forgiveness.

I like to have a Passover table that is special but not ornate.  We spend a lot of time at the table during our Seder.  I want it to be comfortable.  

Before our Seder, Matt read the story of the Last Supper in our children's Bible.  It is a retelling from Mark and John.  It is most important to us that our kiddos connect the Passover to the final sacrifice.

Then we have a special time of washing feet.  Matt always gets down on the floor and becomes a servant to all. (Mark 9:35) 





The littles fight over who gets to wash Daddy's feet.

This is our celebration of the Resurrection.  (We also attend our church on Resurrection Sunday for worship and more celebrating!)  We seek to be obedient in the keeping of God's Feasts.  But in the keeping of those Feasts, we are always searching for the pictures of Messiah.  We are always yearning to keep these things as Jesus did, with perfect understanding.  

We will keep seeking until He returns!  


  

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

A little history.

Last week we had the privilege to get to see a part of our nation's history.  The B-29 Superfortress was a long-range, heavy bomber flown in WW2.  Out of the 2766 built only about 40 remain today.  There is only 1 that can still fly.  One of the most famous of the B-29's was the Enola Gay. 

We got to get up close to one of the B-29's.  The Air Power Tour came to the Texas Air and Space Museum in Amarillo.  We got to get into the aircraft.  We got to look out the same windows the brave men who flew these planes looked out.  We got imagine what it might have been like to be in this plane, flying into war. 

It was sobering.  I am so thankful my children got to have this personal experience with this piece of history.  It is a sad time in our history but still one we need to remember.

We will always be thankful for the sacrifice made by many young men.  















Tuesday, March 31, 2015

More Gifts...301-350

301.  Fever snuggles

302.  Girl's night out

303.  Good healing oils

304.  Christmas lights dotting the night sky across the sprawling prairie.

305.  The perfect gift

306.  Winter walks

307.  Stew, warm and bubbling in the pot

308.  The noise of my babies being home

309.  The family-like connections within our church home

310.  Winter's sleeping colors in the grasses and trees

311.  Gooey Frito pie with onions and jalapenos

312.  The Boxcar Children

313.  All of us together

314.  The power of a good leader

315.  Spring peeking through 

316.  Smelling fresh laundry

317.  Breakfast with friends

318.  I love you mommy, hugs

319.  Kid-sized excitment

320.  Warm donuts

321.  Feeling good about a decision

322.  Fresh-smelling shampoo

323.  Good-fitting boots

324.  A car that starts

325.  Making plans

326.  Wearing the same size shoes as Jolie

327.  Finally finishing the laundry

328.  Snack time!

329.  Mail

330. Men's deodorant

331.  Sweet worship

332.  Getting the bill paid

333.  Being ok with having a different opinion that everyone else

334.  A clean floor

335.  Possibilites


336.  Great and beautiful, natural creations



337.  Digging hands deep into cool sand








338.  Car-ride conversations

339.  Road snacks

340.  Seeing their amazment

341.  Familiar laughter with my sister


342.  Relleno Burritos  

343.  Freshly polished toes

344.  Little arms reaching for a hug

345.  When the groceries are unloaded and put away

346.  Walking, praying and crying into the dusky sky

347.  Wearing his shirts, so cozy and comfy

348.  Seeing the bees again

349.  Green poking up through the brown cover of winter

350.  One more cool day.