No Sense November

In “What else will happen in 2020” news, I’ve heard rumors of a trucker strike over Thanksgiving weekend, and once I conferred with my truck driving friends, I was at ease it wasn’t going to happen.

Then, however, another woman who is married to a trucker told me it was happening, and her husband is participating in the strike, and then I saw a newsy-show-like clip of it, interviewing a trucker, so I don’t know what to think except this: Expect the unexpected, and prepare without panic.

Anyhoo, it’s been another busy week on our hilltop homestead. We were gifted 100 pounds of potatoes, which is quite simply amazing. It wasn’t but just over a year ago when a complete stranger helped feed my family when we had hit a very rough patch in our year, and to receive free food in bulk is a blessing I will never take for granted.

I’ll be canning some of the potatoes to use in soups over the winter, or to mash up as a side once the fresh potatoes have been used up. I hope, though, to try my hand at lefse making as well – the old country way!

I made chili to take to a small church function on Wednesday night, and someone else brought chili as well – so mine was hardly touched. Which was great for me, because then I was able to can six pints of chili for the pantry. It was a late night, but food in the pantry is worth losing a couple hours of sleep.

Today I canned applesauce from the apples I purchased in my Azure Standard order I picked up earlier this month. I’ve made apple chips (and hope to make one more batch of those) and will make a couple of apple pies as well.

The kids and I have been watching the BBC special, Wartime Farm, (on the u-tube) and it really strikes me how resourceful England’s farms were during WWII, and how not a single scrap – of food, material, nature – was left to waste. It’s mind-blowing, and also a bit convicting. During such a treacherous time in history, so much was done with so little, and all to benefit the fellow man.

It gave me pause as I reflected over all we have – not in the way of material things, but in skills, knowledge, resources, determination. I’m so very grateful.

It took England to endure another World War before they could rally their citizens to get back to the land, understanding it was the best way to care for their families.

I think there’s a reason self-sustainability, or homesteading in general, is a pulse in the veins of so many. It’s not just leading a quiet life on acreage. It’s contributing to the greater good of the human race, no matter the time in life your’e facing.

And so it goes. In a No Sense November, where nothing going on equates to anything sensible in my mind, I’m clinging to hope, filled with gratitude, and pressing forward.

In a month – in a year – where there has been chaos, confusion, corruption, uncertainty, unpredictability… we will forge ahead in faith.

The Lord moved us to our hilltop homestead for specific reasons, I have no doubt. And so as the world leaps from one calamity to another, I will rest in the Lord’s peace that surpasses all understanding.

As society fights and falters, I will trust in His plans.

As who-knows-what lurks around the next turn, I know He knows all, and there is no surprising the Lord.

We will take every step rooted in faith, not in fear. We will prepare, not panic. We will suit up in armor remembering our enemy is not flesh and blood, but darkness.

And we will one day make sense of this No Sense November.

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