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Clara is a bundle of joy! She was early to start talking and late to start walking, but it never slowed her down. She babbled all the time like you were supposed to know just what she was saying when she was so tiny! Now she is sure to keep your attention by “dancing” and her newest thing is to run and “jump” and then fall down, very ungracefully. She is just like her big brother Eli and thinks it is her job to entertain us and make us laugh…we now have 2 class clowns. She never has acted like the baby…she seems to think she is just a big as her biggest brother Lee, who is one of her best friends. She is baby crazy, she spots baby pictures even on our toilet paper. I’m sure we will have a hard time keeping her little fingers off the new baby, because she will think it is hers!
Clara Abigail…Blessing Number Five
With Clara we were blessed to use the same midwife we had used with Eli and were excited to have another wonderful pregnancy and birth! Clara was due April 20th and she arrives on April Fools Day 2012!
Her delivery started a little unusual for me! My water broke when I rolled over in bed at around 12:30 in the morning! I was shocked! I jumped out of bed, because I thought I had peed on myself and felt another gush and heard water hitting the floor. I woke Don up and told him my water had broke. He was still half asleep and didn’t really react. I told him again and he shot out of bed!
My contractions never really started, but he was fully dressed, shoes on, any way, so I rested on the couch and he in the recliner for a few more hours. I went back to bed sometime in the night and at 8 am we called the midwife to tell her we thought my water had broken. She said I better come in and check because the doctors would want me to deliver within 24 hours if it had. She knew I didn’t want a C-section and that if contraction didn’t start soon, she had better start Pitocin.
At 9:30 am I was dilated to 2 and 50% effaced, I walked some and then she started Pitocin at 10:55. By 12:50 I was a 4 and 75% effaced. At around 1 momma brought all the other kids in and we were able to visit a while, also some of the church family dropped in to visit. All this happened on a Sunday. I had joked the previous Wednesday night that I was going to play some good April Fools Day jokes on Sunday. I hope they didn’t think Don was joking that Sunday morning when he called and said I was in labor! They all went to the waiting room a little while later and I was checked again at 4:40 and I was at 8cm.
At 4:49 with 2 little pushes, I pulled little Clara out, just like I had Eli. The midwife didn’t even have to ask me if I wanted too, I just did it! No pain medicine! I couldn’t believe it I actually did it! With Clara we didn’t want to find out the sex of the baby till it was born. After I pulled her out I almost forgot to look! Everyone said WHAT IS IT! So I lifted up her little leg and shouted, “It’s a Girl!” Don couldn’t take his eyes off of her, he said she was so beautiful, he cut her cord, I nursed her and then wiped her off good. I made 2 little hats, one pink and one blue, and told the kids that would be their clue to whether our baby was a girl or boy. When they came in they saw the little pink hat and were so excited! Eli just kept laughing at her, I think he was in shock!
5lbs 14 oz & 18 inches long!
Whats in a Name?
Clara was named after my Grandpa Clarence Cornish. We really wanted to have a child named after him, as a tribute to what he means to us, and we wanted to be sure and do it while he was still on this earth with us! Grandpa is a fine example of what a Christian Servant should be, he was a faithful Pastor for many years and continues to live out his faith daily. He has been blessed to hold revivals in the Philippines and God had miraculously spared his life so many times. He has written several books despite only having an elementary school education. He is one of the hardest working men I know and he uses every opportunity he has to be a witness for the Lord. He is the reason I wanted to marry a farmer, and I am so blessed that God called Don to preach too!
Grandma & Grandpa Cornish & Clara
Abigail came from the story of Abigail in the Bible. I have always been impressed with her virtue and fortitude, despite her circumstances and can see how King David must have been impressed with her as well!
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Eli was our first Quiver-full baby. We call him that because after we had Jo Anna, God began working in our hearts and led us to trust our fertility to Him. We had gone off of all forms of birth-control and trusted God to give us a child whenever He saw fit. All of our other conceptions we “tried for” and our other births were “planned.” This is harder said than done! It was easy to go off all forms of birth-control, what wasn’t easy was not “trying” for a baby, not watching the calendar for those fertile days. Lets just say, I sometimes failed, I took countless pregnancy tests, and I was always let down! Questions ran through my mind like…God why aren’t you giving us a baby! We said we would take one!!!! Is this all He wants us to have? Are we being tested? Thankfully I have grown up a lot since then and these challenges, though they are still present sometimes, don’t have the same effect on me. I can say that now I have truly learned to trust my Father and His will, and His timing!
Eli…Blessing Number Four
With Eli we had found a midwife that we really liked and had a really great pregnancy and birth story! My due date with him was November 12th and he came a little early on October 21st, 2010.
I began having contractions that morning around 8am and went to my midwife’s office mat 10am. I was only dilated to 2 1/2. She told me to walk around a while and come back to the hospital if I kept having contractions. We did and after we were admitted we walked the halls for about 45 minutes.
She checked me at 2:30 and I was dilated to 4 and she broke my water. At 3:10 I was at 6 cm dilated, at 3:35 I was 8 cm dilated. I was doing pretty good until that point. Before that I played Tetris (A game I’m famous for at the local hospital) all through contractions, but at that point I had to put it down to totally focus on relaxing during a contraction. By 4:15 I was still 8 cm but contractions were increasingly becoming unbearable.
By 5 I was laying on my side breathing through contractions, they took my total concentration, I was in transition and didn’t even know it. I said I needed a shot! I took it at 5:25 and rolled over and said OH, NO! the baby’s coming. I was so afraid of a repeat problem like Grady. Once again, I never would have taken a narcotic so soon before my baby was to be born! The shot, I guess due to adrenalin, never even made me feel crazy, and I began pushing. That’s when the midwife did something I never expected and changed my wishes for birth ever since…
…She asked me if I wanted to feel my baby’s hair! I said “CAN I? ” So I did! The next contraction I asked her if I could feel it again and she said sure! It made birth so exciting! Don was probably freaking out! He had always cut the cord, but he didn’t want to participate any farther than that! The midwife and I had previously joked about him “catching” the baby and he wanted no part of that either!!! With the next push his head was out and she asked me something even more shocking…
…she said “do you want to deliver your baby?” I said yes! She had me push a little to get the arms out and I reached down and pulled little Eli out of my body with a little push. It felt so strange his little legs knocking around in my body as I pulled him out! and Don didn’t pass out! It was such a special experience with our first quiver baby! Don cut the cord while he was laying on my stomach and then cut my gown so I could begin nursing! I vowed then and there to never use another Doctor again…a midwife was for us!
8lbs 13 oz 21 1/2 inches long!
What’s in a Name?
Elisha Jackson was named after Don’s granddaddy E.J. Northcutt. We had just found out that E.J.’s daddy’s name was Elisha Coy, So that’s how we got his name and his initials. The Jackson came from a man named Clifford Jackson who is accredited for helping Don to get started farming. He was partners with Don’s dad in Cooter Farms and he helped get it arranged so Don Jr. could buy out his partnership. Both men were hard headed and hard working business men and liked to be in charge, and that’s little Eli to a T. He is a fun loving guy, but he likes things his way and he is definitely not afraid of a challenge. Let’s just say, he is all boy! Watch out world…here he comes, ready or not!
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Our First Little Girl! Jo Anna is a sweet little girl and she loves to help her momma and she loves babies. I can’t wait to see her with this new baby. Even though she is a very girlie girl and always has on a dress and a purse, she is also a tomboy! She loves to play in the dirt with the boys and their tractors and even has a few of her own. She loves being with her daddy and takes every opportunity she can to go with him. She has her daddy wrapped around her little finger. She rode the combine the other day with him and was so proud of herself. Because she was with him, he was able to get the whole field cut!
Jo Anna…Blessing Number Three
Little Jo Anna’s due date was March 16, 2009, which was pretty neat because this was our Anniversary! She decided to arrive a little early, however, on March 3rd, a few days after her daddy’s birthday.
I had pretty consistent contractions for 2 weeks and was instructed to be admitted in the hospital for an induction the next week. I was not at all happy with my new Doctor. We really enjoyed our first and second birth. One of these providers quit delivering babies and the other retired, so this new Doctor was my only option, I thought.
We had had a few rounds with this doctor already, he was very controlling and angry that we were a little more learned and informed than his typical patients. He wanted to do a host of un necessary tests and we refused. Lets just say he was angry we didn’t blindly obey and he made the rest of our visits and birth miserable. Looking back now, I can see that we really weren’t that informed and we should have found another birth attendant, even if it meant going to a new town! I agreed to the induction, probably deep down just to get this pregnancy over so I wouldn’t have to see him again! I knew that I was risking a C-section if my body wasn’t ready to have this baby yet, but for some reason, I was willing to risk it. We prayed I would go into labor before the induction and I did start contractions again that morning before I went in, a welcoming sign!
They started the Pit at 5 am. My labor went really well until the last 30 minutes I had very little pain. If I had someone there to tell me I was in transition and it was almost over, I would have never took a pain shot. I felt like I had hours to go and I had no choice. The nurses had joked because earlier every time they came in I was just sitting there playing Tetris. They couldn’t believe that Jo Anna came so fast and so easy. At 11:15 the Doctor broke my water and I was dilated to 6 cm, at 12pm I took the shot and at 12:26 Jo Anna was here! I kicked myself for taking that stupid shot again!!! Fortunately, she had no breathing problems and I thank God for that! She stayed in our room the whole time. Lee and Grady helped the nurse give her her first bath as I ate my lunch. She nursed really well and never left our room. This was very comforting after the ordeal with Grady. Now I finally had my little girl…no more mean doctor, I was ready to find another birth attendant, we had survived!
8 lbs 6 oz & 20 1/2 inches long!
What’s in a Name?
Jo Anna was named after our momma’s. We thought this would be a fitting tribute to the most loved women in our lives. Don’s momma was named Betty Jo and went to be with her Saviour, when he was 17 years old, and after a year’s battle with cancer. She was a fine Christian wife, mother, and friend. I never had the pleasure of meeting her, but the first words out of everyone’s mouth when describing her are “If there ever was an Angel that walked this earth, she was it.” I look forward to meeting her in heaven one day and thanking her for making Don the man he is today.
Betty Jo & Don Sr.
My momma’s name is Shirley Ann, so that’s where we got the Anna. I am so grateful for my Christian up bringing, and momma always being there for me, she also is a fine Christian momma and a great role-model for her granddaughters.
Jo Anna, Don & Momma
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Grady is our little sunshine. He was known for having a quick, hot little temper when he was a little guy, but he quickly outgrew that and now he’s just our giggly, smiling boy. That little sunshine, now makes us happy…when skies are gray. He is always so happy and he seems to smile all the time. He really cares for people and loves animals too. In his prayers at night, he never forgets to thank God for the animals He created. Grady was also saved at a very young age. We feel so blessed to have led our boys to the Lord in our own home, and we can’t wait to see what God will do in the life of our second born son, Grady.
Grady…Blessing Number Two
With Grady, as with Lee I had a little pre-labor. I had on and off again contractions and finally thought this was it. I was due October 12th and I went in to the hospital at 10 pm on Saturday August 15th. My regular Doctor wasn’t there and they were a little afraid of me going into labor so early, so they gave me a rush of fluids and some medicine to stop my contractions. I went home at 1am and was instructed to be on bed rest. I went back to my Doctor on Monday and he took me off bed rest! Thank God! and said he believed the baby was far enough along and whenever the baby decided to come, he would be happy to deliver him.
On Tuesday, contractions started again and at 7:30 that night I went on in to the hospital. At 1:30 that night, the Doctor came in and checked me and I was dilated to 5cm and effaced to 85%. Since the baby was pretty low he decided to break my water. Contractions got progressively stronger after that, an hour later they gave me Pitocin to speed things up…I’ll never understand the reasoning behind that one.
I took a shot of pain medicine after the pit. At 4:15 the nurse checked me and I was dilated to 6 and totally thinned out. They upped my Pitocin again and I took another shot to be prepared for the increase in strength of contractions. As she was giving me the shot, I told her the baby was coming, she kept giving me the shot and said she would check me in a minute…I guess she didn’t believe me. At this point I had had 2 more contractions and was crazy because of the narcotics and I told her the baby is coming out! She checked, I guess because she still didn’t believe me and said “you’re right!” She got the Doctor and within 2 contractions he was there and I was pushing. Grady took 3 whole pushes to get here and was born at 4:43 am. I tore a little and was quickly stitched up while I waited to see my baby.
Grady was having trouble breathing, I only saw him a second before they carried him to the nursery to check him out and give him oxygen. I was a scared momma. We didn’t get him back in the room for 4 hours. It seemed like an eternity. Don kept checking on him and we finally just told him we wanted our baby now!
I had had trouble getting our first baby, Lee, to take on nursing because a nurse took him from me the night he was born and told me he was starving and needed a bottle. Lee had been nursing fine until she gave him formula. He was trouble to get nursing after that and we had to supplement him because he liked the ease of a bottle better, it was months before he was nursing with any consistency. I was so scared Grady would be the same way since he was gone so long and I wasn’t able to nurse him right after birth. I did a lot of praying and he didn’t have too much trouble. He didn’t have very much formula at all, and I thank God he knew just what to do. I now know that the shot I was given at the time of his birth was the reason for his breathing trouble. What a horrible thing to realize that I was the cause of his breathing problems. This was a very sobering thing for a momma, and I am so thankful to know that God was with Grady and that I have forgiveness for being so irresponsible with the gift He gave us.
6lbs 14 oz & 20 inches long!
What’s in a Name?
Grady Heayron was named after Don’s great-uncle Grady Johnson, who died before he was born. He and his wife, Stella had no children, and Stella was like a second mother to Don’s momma, and like another grandma to him. He was a fine Christian man and husband and even though he was plagued with health problems he remained faithful in going to church. The men would carry his wheelchair up the steps until he was totally bed-ridden.
Grady’s middle name Heayron came from my great-grandpa Wesley Heayron. I have fond memories of going to his house when I was little and sitting with him on his porch swing. He always had an old dog beside him, overalls on, and a pipe in his mouth, watching the chickens running around the yard. He was a man of few words, like Grady. It’s also no surprise Grady also has a love for animals and his favorite thing to wear is over-alls.
Lee has done a lot of growing in his 8 short years and he is a fine young man. We have so enjoyed teaching him in the ways of our Lord and are so blessed he accepted Jesus Christ as his Saviour at the young age of 4. We can’t wait to see what God will do in his life…but lets start at the beginning first!
Lee…Blessing Number One
My due date was October 29th, but lets just say he had a mind of his own and he decided to come October 13, 2005, instead! I had a week of false labor, random contractions and a lot of anticipation and anxiousness! On October 13 at 2 am things began to change. That night we started to town to be closer to the hospital and actually slept on an air mattress at mom and dads. We were anxious…remember! Sometime in the night I was awakened again to contractions and I sat on the couch and timed them awhile while Don snored. I woke him up and a little while later we were off to the hospital, a whole 3 minute drive!
When we got there they did all the usual things, hooked me up to all kinds of things like a cancer patient. Then my labor stopped. Instead of suggesting to my doctor about going home, I was a good patient and allowed them to start me on Pitocin during the night, and to break my water at 3 the next afternoon. We were young and very un-informed and allowed a host of interventions, but God was with us and fortunately things progressed and there was no C-section!
I quickly progressed and went from 4cm dilated to a full 10 in 30 minutes. The doc had checked me at 4:30 and went home for supper. At 5 min till 5:00, I told Don to get a nurse! I was ready to push…they called the doctor and told me not to push. I remember thinking, how could I not push! They kept saying just bare down, I thought what the heck is that! That baby was coming out of me whether I pushed or not!
At 5:05 I began pushing and at 5:28 Lee was placed in my arms! I was so excited to be pushing I was talking in between contractions and I actually took Lee’s first picture just a second after he was pulled out of me! There had been no time for an epidural, and I had earlier received 2 shots for pain, the other kick in the pants was an episiotomy and tear due to the episiotomy, which was not necessary and without consent. Through it all I had a beautiful baby boy and we were so happy!
Lee’s first picture taken by mommy
7lbs 15oz, 20 3/4 inches long
What’s in a name?
Lee was named for a very special person in our life. The first Lee Roy Tims with whom everyone, and I mean everyone, affectionately called “Grandpa” was in fact Don’s grandpa. He was killed the October before in a tornado that destroyed his home, Don’s dad’s home and our farm shop. Lee was born just a few days shy of the one year anniversary of grandpa going to heaven. Grandpa was one of the finest me you will ever meet. He had integrity, honesty, valor, and love, and you felt it when you were with him. He was a hard working man, a veteran of WWII, a cancer survivor and drove a tractor 2 days before his death at 86 years old. He was a deacon and long time Sunday school superintendent, he would want everyone to know that out of all his accomplishments his choice to make Jesus his Saviour and living His life for him was his best decision. Lee couldn’t have a better name, or a better name to live up too!
Lee Roy Tims & Don Tims Sr.
Its here! A week an a half of Birth Stories! I just love reading birth stories, and when we had a TV, I enjoyed watching Birth Stories on TLC! Lets just say I love all things baby, I even had several subscriptions to baby and parenting magazines years before we had any children. I have since come to my senses about the magazines and do not accept their worldly philosophies! The only training manual you really need is a good King James Bible. Of course I always anxiously await each new edition of the Above Rubies Magazine. You can start your FREE subscription here.
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Announcing Our Newest Blessing…
We are trusting God for our Life, for our Provisions, and for our Blessings (children)! He always Preserves and He always Provides. We are looking forward to many more children, His number and His timing! God always knows best!
Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth. Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate. Psalm 127:4-5
And… Just in case you are wondering, baby #6 hasn’t arrived yet! Yes, my due date was yesterday. Yes, I’m tired, yes, I’m ready to hold this little one in my arms. Apparently God is still working on my patience…I hope I’m a fast learner!
We have had a few births in our family! At the time of writing this we have marked 5 of those memorable occasions at the hospital, and any day now are looking forward to our 6th baby’s arrival at home…our first home birth! So here I am 39 weeks and 5 days pregnant, sitting on an exercise ball, doing pelvic circles, drinking raspberry tea, and blogging…waiting on this new blessing to decide to arrive! I thought a week or two of baby stories would be fitting to mark this special occasion! For those of you who don’t know us or our story, I thought I would take a little time to let you in on how God has led 2 only children into receiving all the blessings (children) He would entrust to us.
First, Our Story…me and the Farmer.
We met in 2001 on a blind date, funny huh! My family had an extra Cardinal’s baseball ticket and all my friends were out of town. I had been working at a local Christian Bookstore for around 8 months, and my boss (Don’s Pastor’s wife) had recalled that I had once said very confidently that I was going to marry a farmer (even though I didn’t know any). So she took the opportunity to remind me what I had said, and that she knew just the farmer! She proceeded to make the necessary arrangements of number swapping to get the two of us together on the time and details of the game. And I waited for a call. I was not going to call the boy first! Finally Sunday afternoon he called. I remember being intrigued by his voice and thinking, boy I could listen to this voice for the rest of my life! The first time I saw him, he was standing on my parents doorstep, hands in his blue jean pockets, with a Don Medlin’s hat and a burgundy t-shirt on with black lab puppies on it. Coincidentally this is the same shirt he was wearing the day our first son, Lee was born! I remember thinking he was very cute, and very shy. This blind date was a big stretch for both of us. Everyone knows how shy Don is and everyone just assumes that because I seem to be outgoing and giggly that I am not, well I am, the silliness is a cover! Needless to say we were both out of our comfort zones when we climbed in to the back seat of my mom and dad’s 2 door grand prix on August 1st, 2001, to ride with them all the way to St. Louis, the Lord was in it all! I knew Don was the one for me just a few minutes into the drive. My dad asked Don if he was comfortable, if he needed to adjust the air. Without answering, Don looked at me and said, “are you alright?” He actually thought of me first! He was already taking care of me! We talked all the way there and all the way back. He really fit in with the family and it mom and dad really liked him a lot.
A few more dates and he asked me to marry him! I couldn’t believe it! within 7 months of our first meeting we were married at Number Nine Baptist Church and real living began! We used birth control pills to prevent life. That’s what everyone suggested. We heard things like
-ya’ll are too young (I was only 18 at the time).
-you need to take time and get to know each other first.
-you don’t have enough money.
-babies make things harder.
LIES, LIES, LIES!
and we were convinced that we should save money, build our first dream home…because we never be able to after those expensive kids got in the way. So we prevented children until I just couldn’t take it any more. We began to pray about a family. Looking back this is funny, because some things are explicit in God’s Word, there is no need to pray, only to obey! We, notice I say we, decided that in a few months we, notice again we, would begin to try. Don was called to preach a few years into our marriage and we soon found ourselves expecting our first child and him pastoring a small country church along with farming. We did the typical birth control that everyone tells you to do after that first baby, we listened to the world again.
-you need to think about your health.
-you need to space out those babies to make it easier.
-having a baby is a big adjustment, you need to wait.
-you don’t have that house yet, your not working, how will you afford another one.
So we waited, prayed, and had our second son 23 months after our first was born. Praise God we didn’t wait any longer! More Pills, more prevention, them God began to slowly peel the world’s scales off our eyes, He began showing us children are a blessing, that He is in control, He began to speak to our hearts about being called out, set apart, and we started looking at homeschooling. Big adventures and trials of faith were just around the corner. It was an exciting time in our life!
Take some time and read more about what God was speaking to our hearts at this time…
Birth Control Pill Articles
And look out for Baby Week…our children’s birth stories and why we chose a homebirth for baby 6!
God has led our family in many places and carried us farther than we could ever have imagined. We continue on the journey and look forward to all the places he will take us! It is an exciting life when you are walking with the Lord!
A Few months ago we visited Parkin Archaeological Museum for their Homeschool Casqui Days and we has a super time. It was no question when Stacy let us know about their Sawmill days that we would be returning. Of the many benefits of homeschooling, field trips are some of our favorites! The kids always learn better hands-on instead of from a dry textbook and they also enjoy “socializing” with their friends. (For those of you who worry about “peer” socializing) We not only visited with our friends the Witcher’s but also the Price’s and met some more friends too!
The kids learned about food preservation and made some sour kraut. I think our kids were the only ones who knew what it was! Polish Sausage and Sour Kraut is one of Jo Anna’s favorite foods and has been requested for her birthday meal!
They also made corn husk dolls or corn husk “action figures” as they named them for the boys!
They learned about sawing logs and everyone had to try their hand, even the girls.
They all decided that this was not a future career option.
One of the favorite stops was the old school house where the Sawmill kids spent a lot of their time. It was neat to see that we used some of the same books and readers in our homeschool 70 years later!
They learned about the heaters, and a community water bucket and had fun trying on hats.
Outside they played Games like Jacobs ladder, cup and ball and a game of Grace.
We enjoyed a kettle corn making demonstration and got to sample the “goods” and then we moved along to a scavenger hunt in the old cemetery. The boys decided to have a friendly contest between the girls and boys. Poor Madisyn and Jo Anna were grossly outnumbered but they still beat the boys! I think next time Madisyn will have a few more on her team!
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After lunch we checked out their mill. Our family always enjoys going to old grist mills, but most of what we have toured have been run by water. This one was tractor powered!
The littles were intrigued, either that or they enjoyed climbing on things, and were pretending to pay attention, so they wouldn’t get into trouble… for climbing on things!
They all loved the little train, we must figure out how to make one of these out of an old lawn mower!
Our kids favorite thing at Parker Homestead was the washing station. They had a bucket set up by a little creek with a rub board and ringer. The lady was very patient and so were all the kids. They all got several turns washing and wringing out old rags.
Somehow I thing the nostalgia of “hand washing” clothes would probably quickly wear out if they had to do this every day! A family of 7 makes a lot of wash!
The kids also visited a sorghum making post, a post office and a printing press, an old church and many other places. A visit to a 19th century town isn’t complete until you learn about an out house and the many uses of a Sears and Roebuck catalogue.
Nothing like clean kids!
Broom making time was a little too much for Clara to handle!
Last was fun and games! The kids learned all sorts of games from marbles, to slingshots, to hoop and stick games. Although I have heard so often of “kick the can” that lovely game was not featured.
We had a great time at Parker Homestead and look forward to going back next year! As always field trips were made much more fun because we shared memories with our friends!
I have a lot of catching up to do since the big move! Almost 2 months worth, but I’ll try my best! We were excited this fall to be able to participate in several field trips and were very grateful that Stacy did such a great job planning them all out! One of our first adventures was at Parker Homestead. If you have never been I would highly recommend going. They have something for families as well as adults of all ages. It is a recreated 19th century town located 6 miles south of Harrisburg, Arkansas. A vast collection of buildings and artifacts from times past, Parker Homestead brings history to life! Each stop had a historian that explained artifacts and the way things would have been done in the 19th century.
After we learned about the importance of ropes (since they didn’t have Duct Tape!) Lee and Grady took turns making their own 3 strand cord. These have been a hit in the Tims’ home, since the boys favorite thing to play is cowboys!
From there we visited a blacksmith shop and learned about the importance of nails. I had no idea that the pioneers would burn down their houses when they would move just to retrieve the nails to build their new home with. Thankfully we were able to buy our own nails for our new house and could sell, instead of burn down our old one!
Then on to the log cutting demo,
And to the big barn where we learned about crops and farming. Thanks to Ty “Jethro” for helping us out!
The little ones and tired pregnant mommies played and sat under the shade trees while the older ones watched the medicine show,
we checked out the covered bridge, had a picnic lunch,
and Lee and Griffen had a friendly game of tug of war with their newly made ropes.
Check back tomorrow for more Parker Homestead fun!
“Every wise woman buildeth her house; but the foolish plucketh it down with her hands.” Proverbs 14:1
I think we can all agree that none of us wants to be the foolish woman described in Proverbs 14. There are the obvious things such as anger and arguing, but what are some everyday things that we overlook and are not so obvious that might be tearing down our homes without us knowing? Let us take a look:
1. Putting other things before God.
This can be anything from your career to housework. Anything that takes a priority over God’s Word.
2. Children more important than husband. Husband neglected.
This is a common teaching in modern day America. In God’s order, the husband comes first, you are his helpmeet. The kids need to see this example of a wife loving and putting her husband first to have their own strong marriage one day.
3. Ministry at church (or other things) becomes an idol and first priorities are disregarded.
A wife’s ONLY ministry is to her own husband, Secondary, if she is a mother…her ministry is in her own home, to her own children.
4. Not staying within your budget.
This is bad stewardship and shows a disrespect to your husband who is working hard to provide for you and to God in whom all things belong to.
5. Downcast countenance.
No one wants to be around a pouty Polly. You have Christ in your heart and an eternal life in heaven…be happy, go and tell! Look like your redeemed and thankful for it!
6. Discontentment with the Lord’s provisions.
Whatever God provides, be it big or small, have a grateful heart and learn to be contented like Paul.
7. Listening to lies from the enemy.
8. Being so enticed by the world (through music, media, magazines, tv shows, you name it) that it leads you to sin
I shall set no wicked thing before my eyes…or my children’s!
9. Focus on self or self pity.
Jesus First, Others Second, Yourself Last!!!
10. Not asking husband before taking on new things.
There is a reason God has provided you a leader, rely on him…it’s to your advantage!
11. Not managing our homes well.
Nothing says “I Love ya honey” like a nice clean nest, and a warm meal when he comes home from work.
12. Neglecting to train our children.
Too, often neglected with the ease of free government schools and all those childless hours to do with as you wish!
13. Never being home.
How can you be a homemaker when your are not home? Keep your feet at your own house!
13. Gossip and slander.
The tongue is mighty and it will destroy your home and family if you let it!
14. Not filtering everything through scripture.
Everything must be filtered through God’s Word!
15. Coming up with excuses as to why we do the above.
Excuses come easy don’t they!
This list is not exhaustive as many more could be added to it and it is not meant to discourage but be a starting point for looking at how we live our lives on a day-to-day basis and what God expects instead. Feel free to add some more in the comments section below as the Lord leads you.
When we are actively plucking down our homes we are not exalting God. Titus 2 actually teaches women to be ‘discreet, chaste, keepers at home, obedient to their own husbands so that the word of God be not blasphemed.’
Amazing, is it not, to think that our actions are so powerful that they can actually exalt God or blaspheme His Word. I don’t want to go through life knowing that I had a hand in blaspheming His Holy Word, and that I only lived up to half the potential He had for me.
Home builders should lift up God’s words just not in word but in deed. Our lives need to preach the gospel. Actions speak louder than words. Actions require commitment and self discipline, a dying to self. So where ever you might be on this list, ladies—-let us strive to be home builders. Building up our homes for Christ and His glory alone. We are accountable…to our husbands, our children, other Christians and most of all to our heavenly Father!
A Self-Seeking American Woman – Throughout the years
In the 40′s…
Women left the home to help the war effort. With their husbands gone away to war, Uncle Sam recruited the American Housewife to fill the vacant jobs left by their husbands. When hubby came back…a lot of women stayed in the workforce. Besides, they had came out of the depression, and they liked having that second car, and extra money that came with a second paycheck. She sought to find her own self-worth being an equal earner.
In the ’50′s and early ’60′s…
If she managed to stay out of the workforce, her dream would have been to own a cute little home with a white-picket fence, and share it with a husband who came home to us every night. We would have had a few well-dressed, well behaved children, who attended boy and girl scouts (sure can’t do that anymore!) and government school, so she could focus on her homely duties while they were away and maybe catch a few soap operas in her spare time. Her leisure time would have been spent at the garden club, and window shopping, through it all her ultimate goal would have been to compete with the Joneses’ and to fulfill herself through her children’s dependence on her.
In the late ’60′s and early ’70′s…
after she began to understand that having those things could not, in reality, bring her true happiness (because they were not Christ-centered). She then threw out the baby with the bath water and, instead of looking to our own selfish tendencies, she decided that men were the problem and they were keeping women from personal fulfillment. There went the family. There went God’s order. There went our Country. Free Love, without consequences, abortion, birth-control, and bye-bye prayer in schools. Women no longer needed men to raise their family, because good old Uncle Sam would send you a check to help pay for that fatherless child. Unwed birthrates began to skyrocket. The woman needs no man to fulfill herself.
In the ’80′s and early ’90′s…
many children live in blended families with several step-siblings or half-brothers and sisters, because of the climbing divorce rate. Many children don’t know where there daddies are or even who they are. Women meet their “babies daddies” in neutral zones aka “parking lots” to drop off their kids every other weekend, all the while working and scraping to get buy…and crying on a new shoulder about how hard life is, with no though to how she got there.
In Modern Day America…
Most women see no need for men, except for their own selfish pleasures, or to feel pretty (because they are being advanced upon by them). Some women have come to the conclusion that men are necessary, sometimes, but they can only be tolerated on our own terms. It is God’s command that the woman should be the help-meet to the man in his pursuit of purpose and success in this life, but nowadays, women expect men to serve them. We are not satisfied unless pampered. We are not content unless lavished upon. Housework and mothering becomes drudgery because of our selfish hearts. It’s not really a fear of doing without nessicesities, It’s a fear of not having what they want, and they want EVERYTHING! Satan laughs through it all.
Satan’s lie prevails, TRUST ONLY YOURSELF, You can’t trust God. This lie has been white-washed, however, in order to become politically correct. In an attempt to keep us from religious guilt, we do our best to explain away the “hard” verses, Pastors have led the way in paraphrasing or even outright changing the Bible to please our own desires.
God loves women, and He gives us the most profound, moving picture ever presented as to how men should treat women–He sent His only begotten Son as the Bridegroom, who laid down everything, from His life to His reputation, to save His beloved bride! In the “Bride” we see women as God sees them. They are to be loved, cherished, protected and provided for. And yet, the Heavenly Suitor does not force Himself on the object of His affection, but rather, He leaves her with the ultimate choice.
He leaves us with that same choice. What will we do with this choice to trust Him completely?! First of all you have to belong to Him…then…
- Will we lay down our life to serve Him?
- Will we sacrifice our desires to serve others?
- Will we joyfully put ourself last?
When we truly worship God…we will in turn serve joyfully. There will no longer be room for worshiping OUR Own FLESH! Stop seeking SELF and start SEEKING God!
Read the first post in this series…
There are only two ways to live–in total trust of God, or in rebellion. You can either be a home builder or part of the wrecking crew.
“Wait!” you might say, “I don’t always completely do what’s right, but I am certainly not a home wrecker! I try to live like the Bible says !” “I go to church!” “We homeschool, I’m a stay at home mom, that’s enough right?”
We have to be be intentional as Christian wives and mothers and there is no time in the schedule for rebellion. We must not get to stressed by the work before us that we break the strings we have tied to our children and mate in rushes of emotions. It takes just a moment to cut those strings and loose your child’s heart, and often weeks and months to re-tie them.
It is exhausting work being a mother and wife. (When you do it right) God promised that He would never leave us or forsake us, and that gives me peace in those hectic moments.
Sometimes this seems like a hard lesson to learn for me! Keeping calm, holding my tounge, talking in that sweet Michelle Duggar voice and keeping my face pleasant looking when all is crashing down around me! I’m reminded of what God said to the Israelites…
“For I know thy rebellion, and thy stiff neck…” (Deuteronomy 31:27a)
I don’t want my children to have “stiff necks,” and I know God doesn’t want me to have one either! When we are offended (even by our little ones) we have no right to rebellion. We are daughters of the King and we are raising His children, we should act appropriately in our words and deeds. We cant show our kids that we can trust God to fight our battles, when we are quick to pick up the sword in our strength.
As parents we are given the sacred duty to Train up our kids in the Lord and this is not something we can do on our own. Our only textbook should be the Bible, and we should never forget that our ACTIONS often speak louder than our words.
“Do as I say, not as I do!” That’s the mantra of a home-wrecker.
God will not hold back on us! When He has called us to something…like motherhood, He will go with us!
Remember Eve…the mother of all living…
She is standing by the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, listening to the tempter as he suggests to her that God really doesn’t have her best interests in mind, and that He has been holding out on the greater blessings available to her, if she will only take things into her own hands…
“Ye shall not surely die: For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil.” (Genesis 3:4b-5)
The real question that makes all the difference between obedience and rebellion, is a matter of trust–is God trustworthy?
If He is not trustworthy, and if His Word is full of half-truths and fabrications, we would be foolish to follow and obey Him.
But, if He is TRUTH, and LOVE (1 John 4:8), then we are fools not to trust Him.
“Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.” (John 14:6)
This scripture looks great on paper and we all would agree to it’s merits…but what about in actual daily practice?
- Can we, as women, live as though we trust Him to help us be the best mothers and wives we can be?
- Can we believe that He will not leave us, and that He will work everything out for our good?
- Can we swallow our pride when we are hurt, and use our actions and words to glorify God?
- Can we remember to keep peaceful in stressful situations, knowing that He is with us?
- Are we honestly willing to glorify Him by following His order and disciplines, in complete agreement with His intentions as expressed in the very beginning?
- Are we going to be a Homebuilder or a Home-wrecker?
In the garden Eve’s disobedience and lack of trust cursed us into being constantly self-seeking and self-reliant. Because of Adam and Eve’s disobedience…we are cursed, we need a Saviour.
Tomorrow we will look at the degradation and downward spiral of self-seeking women “Rebels” in the last 75 years.
Then we will conclude our little study with Be A Builder…
Dove Hunting has been a yearly occurrence in both the Tims and Miller families as long as we can remember. This year was no exception and proved to be the best ever! Having little boys to enjoy it with helped I’m sure. Lee and Grady hunted with Papa and their Daddy last year and they had such a great time. They have been asking us nearly every day for weeks when the season starts.
Don and Dad limited our with a whopping 30 birds in just a few hours. The boys couldn’t wait to get home to show us.
This year we planted a sunflower field back in the spring, and since the hunting turned our so good, I’m sure this will be an annual tradition as well.
Grady is telling about his hunting adventures.
Jo Anna enjoyed “petting” the birds, and even picked out the one she wanted to eat. I think the boys, like it or not, will have a tagalong on next years hunt…of the female variety.
This one was Grady’s favorite.
Don instructed everyone how to clean a bird and remove the breast meat. The kids got a little science lesson on birds organs and Papa even cut open a few of their bellies to show us what they have been eating. Can you guess? Sunflower seeds!
Jo Anna liked cleaning the birds the best! I actually lost count of how many she helped her Daddy do. Don kept telling her that she was going to be a real good wife one day since she could help her husband clean doves. She would just smile.
She wanted all the hearts, she would hold them in her hand for a while and then go feed them to the cats.
Grady was Mommas helper. We had a little fun “pretending” to bite the heads off.
I think he thought I was crazy enough to do it!
All in all, they had a great time and made some lasting memories with their Daddy and Papa. I think the big boys had just as much fun, if not more than the little guys. I am thankful that our boys have some fine men in their lives who are willing to take the time to show them how to be men.
The proverbs of Solomon the son of David, king of Israel; to know wisdom and instruction; to perceive the words of understanding; to receive the instruction of wisdom, justice, and judgment, and equity; to give subtilty to the simple, to the young man knowledge and discretion. A wise man will hear, and will increase learning; and a man of understanding shall attain unto wise counsels: to understand a proverb, and the interpretation; the words of the wise, and their dark sayings.
The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge: but fools despise wisdom and instruction. My son, hear the instruction of thy father, and forsake not the law of thy mother: for they shall be an ornament of grace unto thy head, and chains about thy neck.
Last week we took advantage of the dry, HOT, weather and did a little dirt work at our new home-place. We spread out the dirt, completed our circle drive around our house, did some mowing…and since we weren’t tired yet, we rented a trencher and laid pipe for 2 outdoor faucets. Don joked that next time we would just let all the kids dig the trench and he could save that money. We quickly added pay for the labor, and realized it would still be cheaper to rent the trencher…and simply hire the kids to do the work!
Don recently bought some gardening equipment for the kids, so the big boys could help chopping beans. They put them to good use filling the trench back up. We are thankful for hard working kids who jump right in, no matter the task! (With no complaining either!)
One of the best things parents can teach their kids is the value of hard work. No matter what their size or what the skill is to be learned, they will glean lifelong lessons and learn to appreciate a job well done. Little ones love to feel just as needed as their big brothers and sisters and everyone has a valued place in the family!
Even a child is known by his doings, whether his work be pure, and whether it be right.
Eli and Daddy.
Another job well done…time for baths, Bible time, and bed!
This wasn’t the end of the work adventure for the big boys last week! They also helped their Daddy move a pivot and helped their momma sew grass seed and water our “dirt” yard. I think they had rather work for daddy though…he pays them!
The “girls”, Stacy, Jess & I recently had a little sewing day. I have never been taught to use a pattern and I was very excited to learn! The kids had a great time playing. Mostly the big ones played outside, and the “littles” stayed inside, but every once in a while Eli and Mary Claire would sneak out to play with the big kids.
This is me…learning to cut out my pattern…I still have so much to learn. I am thankful for patient friends! We all planned on matching dresses for our little girls and our plan for the day was to have one completed. Plans change! Its hard work sewing with 17 kids. We still left with one nearly completed dress. I’m hoping after we move I can finish the other one! I stayed so busy I didn’t stop to take many pictures, so I borrowed some from Stacy’s post.
This is my “almost completed” dress for Jo Anna. I think we would all agree that a dress with a round yoke and curved gathered pockets should NEVER qualify as an “easy” pattern. Having this one under my belt definitely gives me a little confidence!
REALLY…we didn’t put the kids in a cage!
Thanks again to Stacy for her hospitality and patience! And thanks to Madisyn for lunch and all those yummy chocolate chip cookies! And to Jess for the “made by momma with love” tag that made the dress extra special! At the end of the day we sat and visited a little while and then had all the kids pose for a quick picture. Look at all those kids! No wonder we didn’t get finished!!!
Madisyn suggested a mommy picture as well and we obliged…
It has been a while since I have posted a farm update! I have been to busy to take pictures! Luckily I had my camera with me yesterday while helping Don move fields!
The Soybeans are looking great. God has really given us good rains all summer! The last few weeks have been dry and we have started irrigating again, many fields for the first time this year! Hopefully I’ll have some more crop pics up soon! Enjoy…