My God Shall Supply All My Needs

Guys working hard

I have been repeating that to myself for the last few hours.

For those of you that don't know, part of the roof blew off of Stephen and I's house on Wednesday night. For pictures of the storm damage look here.. http://www.homesteadblogger.com/mom2countrykids/ . Yard Mess

Anyways, I got home from visiting my family last night. I brought the older of my younger brothers back with me to help Stephen get the roof on. He was helped over the weekend by our friend Jake, Stephen's dad, and brother.

Anywho, the boys were up and working good this morning, getting a lot done. I went out to watch for awhile, and as I sat on the back of the truck watching them put tar paper or some such something on the roof, before the tin, a roll of the paper rolled off (not sure how, as the roof isn't very steep) the roof, bounced in the back of my MIL's truck, hit the back window and shattered it. Broken Window

I think we will just be handing our income tax return over to my FIL, between him getting the roof materials for us, bills, and now their truck window. Old roof, up close and in field

Anyways, I am just glad we will be GETTING the return so we will have the money to pay him.

Ben "ladder sliding", stepping down is much too slow

Thank You God.

~Becky A picture of Tommy I liked.

Tommy

This isn't his sibling spotlight post, I just found out that he also started a blog...you should read it...because I said so.
Here is the link.
http://tommy-thewalker.blogspot.com/

Christopher (my first victim)

Dear Chris,

You cannot even begin to fathom the love and adoration I have for you. How much I seek your approval. To hear you brag about me is beyond words, I can't explain why that is either.

There are so many things I miss about growing up with you. Yes, you could be a bit of a bully at times, but I hardly remember those things. The memories I hold on to are ones of you helping to teach me to ride a bike, playing football, going out shooting BB guns, and fishing. Or washing the dishes for you so you would LET me mow the yard for you.

I love getting to visit with you. You're filled with so much energy and fun.

Whether you like it or not, I pray for you all the time. I think God has great plans for you. The way you have a passion for the things you believe in, I can't imagine what all you could do for the Kingdom of God.

I am so proud of the time you spent serving our country in the military. I'm glad you didn't have to go to war though. I think you are a wonderful patriot.

You have such a beautiful family.

I Love you Big Brother.

Love, B-E-Keysaywhy

Sibling Spotlight

I am going to, over the next few days (or weeks), Spotlight each of my brothers with a post dirtected to them. Warning: They are likely to be mushy and dorky as I tell them all the things I normally wouldn't. Muhahahaaaaahaa....I'm gonna publicly embarrass ya'll!

EEK!

While I was at my brother's house a few weeks ago, I was going to go for a walk. So I put on the Ergo and got Tyrel, and started to go outside, then turned to come back and tell everyone I was going to go for a walk and see if anyone wanted to go with me. As I came around the corner into the living room, I swatted some of my hair on my neck that felt like a spider crawling around...only to find out it WAS a spider crawling around. Well, I started freaking out, screaming at my brothers to get Ty out of the Ergo while I danced around swatting myself to get the spider off. Well I swatted it down, to the floor I thought, but just in case not, I asked the boys to check Tyrel. They were making fun of me, saying Ty was fine, but then Ben looked down and the spider was on Ty's cheek. Chris saw it and started yelling "It's a brown recluse!" Ben swatted it off of Ty and Tommy stomped it into the ground, and I freaked out for the rest of the day. (helped along by my sweet brother putting a huge fake spider on the ergo where I would find it next time I went to put it on.)
Anyways, ever since then I always feel like I have spiders crawling on me, especially at night.
Well that won't change anytime soon, because this morning after dressing Tyrel, I was picking him up off the bed to set him on the floor, so I could make the bed, and a spider ran out from under my skirt, across the bed. I put Ty on the floor, took off my skirt and shook it, then hunted down the spider and killed it...No screaming or freaking out..on the outside anyways. But now I will have a really hard time sleeping. I'll just KNOW every little tickle is a spider crawling on me.
Stupid arachnids.

Modesty

I have been very convicted lately to dress more modestly. Not just dress, but BE modest, inside and out. I don't exactly dress immodestly, I'm sorta in a grey area. I don't think dressing modestly means you have to wear floor length dresses all the time, but it does mean not wearing tight fitting clothes such as my favorite jeans.
Now, my husband doesn't like me to wear baggy jeans, nor what he calls "mommy jeans" because they don't look good. He does however like me in a skirt or dress.
So I suppose I could save my favorite (and his) jeans for at home, and as we can afford, start making me some skirts.
The hard part for me is that I am a tomboy. It is not something I "do", it is who I am .
I keep thinking I have to be one or the other, but really, why? Why could I not be me and still dress femininely? Tomboyness is something my husband loves about me but he would also like me to start dressing more like a girl (I know because we've talked about it.) I can just save my jeans for when it's not practical to wear a skirt.


I have been reading blogs (see Maidens for Modesty to the side) about young girls who are already to the place I would like to be, and I know that is how I want my girls to be, but it has to start with my example.

April Fools

I had me a great April Fools day prank, but I just can't do it. I can just see my mommy sitting at her computer going "OH BOY, Maybe it'll be a girl this time" and then tomorrow finding out I was lying. I just couldn't do it.
I was all prepared to go through with it until I read her blog asking if anyone knew where to buy those fake winning lotto tickets for Dad, but then she said she wouldn't do that...and I'm glad cause I could just see (if he fell for it) him getting all excited and dancing around wanting to move to Ohio right away, and then to be laughed at and crushed. It makes me sad to think about it. I am a very gullible trusting person, and I think when you break someones trust, even for a joke, it can be hard to regain it...

ANYWAYS, Happy April Fools Day!