September started off with a burst of energy–LK turned 13. What?! Combined with a recent growth spurt, he petitioned for a shift from Little K to Medium K. Thusly, some now refer to him as MK. I try. I often forget.
Not feeling able to host a big party, I suggested a boys-only gathering for the older cousins and his best bud who lives next door. Toss in a park we rarely go to, and it was a grand day out. Lots of running, lots of whooping, lots of boys in their natural habitat.
Life of late has taken me quite by storm! Canning and preserving consumed my September, and starting school with the kids looms in my immediate future. This week was intended to be a time of reset and pause (also a time to shampoo the carpets because a month of processing fruit = mess everywhere, all the time), but life decided to dish out a cold instead.
It’s okay. Being down more than up has allowed me to catch up on some things, pictures and the blog among them!
My aunt shared this with me, my mom found the video. May it encourage you as it has me.
For whatever is born of God overcomes the world. And this is the victory that has overcome the world—our faith. 1 John 5:4
Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand. Stand therefore, having girded your waist with truth, having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace; above all, taking the shield of faith with which you will be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked one. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God; praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, being watchful to this end with all perseverance and supplication for all the saints. Ephesians 6:10 – 18
Faith is the Victory (John Yates)
Encamped along the hills of light, Ye Christian soldiers, rise And press the battle ere the night shall veil the glowing skies. Against the foe in vales below let all our strength be hurled; Faith is the victory, we know, That overcomes the world. Chorus: Faith is the victory! Faith is the victory! Oh, glorious victory That overcomes the world.
His banner over us is love, Our sword the Word of God; We tread the road the saints above with shouts of triumph trod. By faith they, like a whirlwind’s breath, Swept on o’er ev’ry field; The faith by which they conquered death is still our shining shield.
To him who overcomes the foe white raiment shall be giv’n; Before the angels he shall know his name confessed in heav’n. Then onward from the hills of light, Our hearts with love aflame; We’ll vanquish all the hosts of night in Jesus’ conq’ring name.
On every hand the foe we find drawn up in dread array; Let tents of ease be left behind, and onward to the fray. Salvation’s helmet on each head, with truth all girt about, The earth shall tremble ’neath our tread, and echo with our shout.
Fire and water. The two words have been at the tip of my tongue and the top of my mind for months now.
Recall some weeks back I mentioned the fire that nearly took out our old home on the mountain? A week ago we visited the crest of the ridge, the place where the mountain residents took a stand when the state told them, “We can’t help you.” Every tractor, grader, dozer, and shovel up there came together to build a fire line several miles long, the last hope for dozens of homes should the fire jump the small creek at the base of the mountain.
The skies have cleared and cooled somewhat in the last couple days, thanks to a rainstorm and a shift in the wind. Smoke still billows from a larger fire across the canyon, but today we enjoyed the near-forgotten pleasure of open windows. I had hoped it would be the mark of an ending, a sign that fall was nigh and the summer beast vanquished yet again, but nope! 114 °F by Saturday. Or 106 °F, depending on which software you look at.
I’ll go crawl under my air-conditioned rock for a while yet methinks.
There’s the tip of the matter, I’m a clean freak. A clean freak who lives with a lot of lovely tiny humans who are mess freaks. I’ve learned to take it in stride, really, and my OCD tendencies are a lot more relaxed than they used to be. I will still turn the toilet paper the right way and move the knife block flush with the wall, but as I turn more and more house duties over to the kids, I’ve learned to let go of the spotless house image.
It was hard unfollowing the blogs and “inspirational home” boards on Pinterest, because the perfectly staged rooms and houses triggered a quiet, calm, and peaceful something in my soul. Nothing out of order. Matching colors. A room I could hang out in for hours. Happy sigh time. The peaceful something always lasted a fleeting moment, however, and something else inevitably replaced it.
Time, slow down! Every time I look at the clock hours have passed, not minutes, and I’m at a loss to know where it’s all going sometimes.
The irises are just about done, though there are a few late bloomers still showing off their stuff. I had a couple new blooms this year! One plant I’ve had for 3 seasons, but it hasn’t bloomed before. It was a pleasant surprise. 🙂 The other is Pride of Ireland, which my mom gave me last fall. She didn’t know it was on my want list, which made it an even better surprise. The greenish tint is a little lost in the photo, but it’s quite unique!
We keep talking about trying to make “Indy Reviews” a thing. Indy often parks himself on the Dearliest’s lap to watch fishing, survival, dirt moving, machining, and a few other categories of YouTube videos. He lives in a very black and white world, Indy does, and he either likes someone or he doesn’t. There is no maybe, only yes or no.
The other evening they were watching the channel of a young couple who build and restore custom camp trailers. Here was Indy’s review:
Indy: “I don’t like her.”
Dearliest: “Why not?”
I: “I don’t like the way her eyes look. She looks like she wants to tell me what to do, and I don’t like her telling me what to do. Also she doesn’t know how to use a nail gun.”
I: *points to her nose ring* “Right there. She missed and hit her nose.”
I have been busy with battling a wicked cold (we won and are all well again, yay!) finishing school, and weeding irises. Here are a few pics of the flowers, although nothing new is blooming…yet! I have hopes for at least one new bloom that should open by the weekend (*squee!*).