That Time I Forgot I Was A Blogger

So much has changed since the last time I posted, and yet in a lot of ways so much is still quite the same. Somehow I let time slip away from me and forgot I was a blogger. On with the news!

We’re still doing homeschool (though we only have 10 school days left!), I’m still cooking all. the. time., Hubs and I are still working from home and enjoying our jobs. Most of the day-to-day is pretty familiar.

The Cozy News

Tonight, one of the last definitively chilly nights in the forecast for a while, we’re warming up by the fire in our new-to-us woodstove. The story is an endearing one, but sparing all the intricate details, I’ll simply share the Lord led me to this wood stove.

Only installed for a month or so, it has given us ample memories already. I’m really looking forward to a winter spending time knitting by the fire, and a spring and summer spending time sharpening (ha!) my skills cutting wood.

Having a wood stove went from a dream to an impossibility to reality, and it might be my most exciting news of all.

The Latest News

The kids have had their birthdays, Little Miss outgrowing that affectionate nickname now at the age of 12. Little Man turned the ripe, responsible age of eight, and we passed nine years missing Harlynn.

Other goings-on since the last time I checked in? Hubs went on a two-week mission trip to Panama, and I realized how very selfish I am (another story for another day). He and I both took a work trip back to North Dakota. We have the best people back there and I do miss them, but wow am I ever glad to live where we live now.

For the first time in my life, I made (gluten-free!) from-scratch fried chicken, and it was delicious. I discovered Alvarado Street Everything Bagels, and learned when you toast them and slide a fried egg, slice of cheese, and bacon between those bagel halves, your life will never be the same.

The Closing News

We wrapped up our first year participating in our homeschool co-op, and I can’t begin to express what a blessing those people were – and are – to my children and me. I could cry thinking about how the Lord lined up that opportunity and blessed me all school year long.

A Bible study with other women from church is wrapping up for the season, and I can say with complete sincerity I have never felt so much a part of a church family. These ladies truly are sisters and have adopted me – and all of my crying and neurotic-ness – without hesitation. And studying the Word with them has been so incredibly rich!

Then there was a situation where I was asked to sing the National Anthem for our National Day of Prayer locally. It was flattering to be asked and it also felt quite nostalgic. I believe the last time I sang the National Anthem for a public event was for the demolition derby at our county fair in Wyoming. I think I may have been 20? …So a couple of decades ago. What a treat to participate in this way, and what an honor to be asked.

What’s Next?

We’ll soon finish up the school year and be headlong into gardening season. I hope to grow even more food than last year and be so weary from canning in August and September I’ll swear I’ll never do it again. But of course, I will do it again. Probably by canning broth in October.

I’ll be scouting the countryside for good firewood. Trees aren’t exactly what the middle of South Dakota is known for, and they’re a little hard to come by. I’ll prevail, though, from stubbornness if nothing else.

And now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to find a way to get that fried chicken on the menu again soon…

5 Replies to “That Time I Forgot I Was A Blogger”

  1. :^) So lovely to hear of your days of being loved, included and blessed. Living in a forest, I wish I could send you some logs to keep you cozy.

  2. So great to see you blogging again. I was worried. πŸ‘€πŸ₯ΊπŸ˜Œ love you Val!

  3. I’m convinced your next mission trip should be as a family and it should be to Guatemala. Pretty sure that’s what God told me. πŸ˜‰ Good to know you’re well. That wood-burning oven looks dreamy.

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