The Lady Of Shallot

Stay tuned for a new production from C. Farm Productions featuring Miss. S. as the Lady of Shallot, Miss. P. as Lancelot, the Curse and Lady Guinevere.

The Glory of Christian Education

When I sat down to write this post I was listening to Miss S. write out the story of John Bunyan. Painstakingly checking to make sure every words was where it should be, correct puntuation and spelling. It took her over an hour. But she never swayed. Determined, she set herself to her task and completed it. Beautifully, I might add.

Imagine a huge bonfire, before it's lit.

Several people, adding wood,

some people sticks, others logs.

It keeps growing, higher and higher.

Then a spark comes out of the sky and ignites the fire, setting all the wood aflame.
The fire then feeds itself.

A Christian education is like this fire, it burns deep and long, creating leaders, thinkers. For the first 6 years, everything is just out there, it's memorizing, storing information. Remembering all the little facts that people share, learning to read, write, memorizing multipication tables, learning the laws of God, learning how to sort and store information. Then you hit 7th-8th grade and BOOM! It all starts to click. The fire is lit! Now they start battling the culture, they take on that debate, they are able to stand on their own.

If however, the wood is not laid properly, the fire will fizzle, and the spark will be lost. You then create followers, a "do-what-the-last-guy-did" generation of leaders who think life is a popularity contest.

It is so easy to get discouraged when you're trying to make a 12 year old understand worldveiw, ecomnomics and government, but if you just trust that some day it will click, someday everything they have learned will fall into place and everything will connect. The fire will burn and be Glorious.

Do you know her?

There are few words that discribe Miss S.

Simple yet intense...

Smart yet down to earth...

Easy going yet hard working.

Funny and very serious.

She's like a good pair of boots.

She can take just about anything.

She's reliable. Steady.

She'll weather a storm without complaining and stop to help those who can't make it on their own.

You can't understand this girl, this treasure unless you know her. Know her well. Unless she let's you in.

Because under the hard surface there is a kind, tender heart.

Work

Work

by Henry van Dyke

Let me but do my work from day to day,

In feild or forest, at the desk or loom,

In roaring market-place or tranquil room;

Let me but find it in my heart to say,

"This is my work, my blessing, not my doom;

Of all who live, I am the one by whom

This work can best be done in the right way."

Then shall I see it not too great, nor too small

To suit my spirit and to prove my powers;

Then shall I cheerful greet the laboring hours,

And cheerful turn , when long shadows fall

At eventide, to play and love and rest,

Because I know for me, my work is best.

Last week the power went out here at the C. Farm. Surprised, Miss. S. and I went to the neighbors to see if they had power. They didn't. But they did have the flu. So in an attempt to show Christ's love to this family, Miss S and I came home and made them a big pot of chicken soup.

Miss. S fixing plates.

Later that day, Mr. C. called and asked us to bring them dinner as well.

This reminded me of something, Mother told me ages ago. The home is a mission field. Just because we aren't moving to Japan to witness for Christ there, doesn't mean we are exempt from "missionary duties". Our lives as Christians should be filled up with pouring out. Our blessings should run off on those around us. We should not only serve when the oppertunity arises, but we should SEEK those oppertunities.

It is sooo important that Christians serve with a joyful attitude. Miss. S. is mastering that in this picture. :O)

Canning Tomatoes

We made a HUGE mess!

Two bushels of delicous Straight Mountian Tomatoes.

Miss. S concentrating on her work, peeling tomatoes.

How To Can Tomatoes

Farmhouse and Barn

The Farmhouse


The Barn.