Dear Henry

I have not met you yet- but I love you so much.
One thing I love about you is that you are changing my big sister into a more beautiful and loving  person.
We never know how much another person will affect us even that little person that is ours or what changes we will make for the better because they are now in our life.
You have made your mama's heart grow bigger.  You have made her love more. You will freak her out. You will teach her to relax and let you be adventurous. You will teach her patience on a whole new level that only you can teach her.
Your Daddy will teach you to be a real man, goofy, strong and steady.
You look just like him. Every time your mama looks at you she will fall more in love with him.
You have an amazing family.
Mom and Dad will raise you up to love God first.  They will be the guide of your dreams and raise the sails to your boat of ambitions. When you are ready they will pull the anchor up and set you off into the world.
They love eachother and they are strong making you strong for any storms ahead.
Henry you just don't know how blessed you are.
You don't know how sweet and wonderful your life is going to be.
Love, Aunt Becky

His Kindness

Ever get into a fight with your spouse and you know what you were doing was wrong but hearing it come from their mouth just broke your heart?  Well, it should if it didn't.
I hate it when I'm on a perfect date with my husband then one little glitch turns me into a sour tornado of stress.
I mean, we hardly get one on one time having two littles- I should just be able to relax and have a few hours of bliss right?
Wrong.
I have a sin nature, that if it isn't the devil, it's my flesh (for in my flesh dweller no good thing) will try to tear my marriage apart.
How to remedy this?
Admit you were wrong.
When faced with this problem be humble, say your sorry.
Sometimes I honestly tell my husband I dont know what came over me but can we start over.
And I have to make myself stop complaining, freaking out about nothing.
My husband is kind.
Proverbs 19:22
I have always seen this in him from the moment I met him. Even when he calls me out on my errors he does it gently and patiently.
As iron sharpeneth iron; so a man the countenance of his friend Proverbs 27:17 and Isaiah is my best friend.
If you have not such a husband then you will need more grace to keep the peace in your home- YOU need to choose to be the kind one.
Why?
Why not just shove it under the rug?
Because marriage is not meant for that.
It is a picture of Christ and the Church. Marriage is the foundation of the family and if we are going to build up strong kids, communities, churches and give glory to God the one who created us we need to have peace in the home.




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Mommy Moments

As we walked up the road together I scanned the ground for any change that might have been dropped there.
We walked up the road, crossed the street, passed the small convenience store to get to the Post Office every day.
And every day I scanned the ground for loose change in hopes of finding at least ten cents to buy a sucker at the store.
I wonder if my mom dropped change on the ground when I wasn't looking-

It was Tuesday, taco Tuesday at Taco Johns, tacos were $.99 and my Mom had at least 6 kids at that time to get a quick lunch while running errands.
We went to the Redfern house aka black hole because my Mom always got to chatting with her best friend and we were having so much fun playing with our best friends we never wanted to leave.
I scanned the shelves and rows of books. I was in a magical place where I could go anywhere just by opening up pages and reading automatically transported me there until my mother ship came looking for me.

I am riding in a mini van staring out at the mountains and trees making up the beautiful forest as we travel an hour or so drive to see my favorite boy on the whole earth my soul mate.

She kissed my cheek and gave me one last hug as "her" girl before I walked down the aisle and became "his" girl.

She smiled proudly at me as she held my first born daughter....and she smiled proudly at me as she held my first born son.

She slept on my couch in my tiny house that was very unfinished.
We stayed up late watching Downton Abbey and ate pop corn.
We text every day.
We take road trips together.
Thanks Mom for always being there and giving me Mommy Moments-

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Success VS. Failure

I posted  that picture because I love my kids. They are just too cute and adorable not to talk about. They are my little treasures.
I also want to talk about success.
To me is reaching the final goal, finishing the project, having satisfaction with the product.
Seeing my kids joyful is one success.
Success is individual.
Failure is part of success.  Without failing and trying over and over again you will never have the chance at being successful.
My husband really inspires me. Sometimes I think he is just bat crazy. But he isn't,  he is very perseverant,  he has something right there.: the attitude to never give up and to never say it can't be done. He teaches himself how to do anything because he loves to learn.
He doesn't like failure.
But it's part of the process.


When we have a failure it makes me think of my kids future. Will we pass on that "keep moving forward" attitude to them?
Will they look at us and say " We can do it because they did!".
Many have encouraged me in life when I'm down after a hardship.  A little life trial that discouraged me.
The bitter ones don't inspire. They bring you down, they warn you it will be sooo bad and wish and wish they could change their life. Never content, they tend to be perfectionists and others can never get it right for them.
The ones that say "I had faith and trusted God! He is in control and no matter what state I am in I am to be content. "
Those people are a success.
Thanks Mom and Dad for sticking it out in the hardest of times. The odd jobs, the small houses, the many kids, everything in life that made you who you are now- I really admire you for trusting God and having never failing faith that He would take care of you. That is what gives me strength today. You passed it down.



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Living in a yurt, Living with a visionary.

My house/yurt is 600 square feet.
To start off I'm crazy about my husband.  He is the cutest guy I know and I would never have dreamed in a million years I would be living in a yurt with two kids 2 and under .
When I met him all he ever talked was crazy. I'm going to fish in Alaska someday, I would totally go to the mission field if God called me, I love the idea of being debt free- I'm never going to have a credit card, I'm going to build a stone house, I've been saving my first kiss for my wife on our wedding day...ect.
Talk was wonderful exciting but when he did end up going fishing for months and I cried myself to sleep every night and when progress on the stone house came to a stop and plans changed over and over. Courtship was long and we had to use self control.

Then one day I thought "Who did I marry and what did I get myself into?" This is harder than I thought.
Working on the yurt was a lot of fun. Having a baby and working on it took some organization of schedules and help from the inlaws.
Living in an unfinished yurt with 2 babies can be discouraging and difficult.
Others have done it and through their success in hardship I find strength.  From their faith I can see my husband's vision.
But at times I wanted to leave.
I wanted hot water for my babies bath in at our house, heck, I wanted a hot shower in my own house(we showered 2/10 of a mile up the road at my inlaws every day...sometimes skipping days if it was a rough one.) This was not me...this was not what I had invisioned.
Where was the 19 year old girl who would live in a tent to be with this crazy man? No washer or dryer either with a baby that spit up more food than he ate and I marveled at his healthy weight. Tar paper walls depressed me and I would often go into a hole of self pity and would have drown there had it not been for my faith in God that He would take care of me, my ever supportive inlaws and friends. I wanted someone to chew my husband out. "How could you make your wife and kids live in that house!" But no one did.
We learned to cling to eachother. I had to find peace and contentment in whatever state I am.
We both might have thought at times it would be better if I lived with my family for awhile- until things got finished.
But I knew where I was supposed to be and it was by his side through good times and bad, sickness or health, poverty and as in wealth, I was staying.
It's been a time of testing, growing and character building.
I have met the challenge of keeping a cheerful house with all the courage I can muster.
The yurt is still not complete, but better.
I still struggle, but we will stay together.



The tar paper slowly gets covered up!




The ramp that was so slick in the winter is now replaced by steps.

Loving, Unlovely

The other day I was out shopping with my hubby for the perfect gift to give our first born daughter on her 2nd Birthday. 

We were so excited to hand her off to Aunt Jeri and Uncle Kirk and snuck away to get her Birthday present.



As usual, when we reunite I expect a "Mommy! I missed you!" hugs and kisses soon to follow.

But instead she says, "I don't like my parents. I don't want to go with you."

Gut wrenching. I never wanted to hear her say these words. Then it got worse.

"Piper, you don't really mean that we have fun too, tell Jeri and Kirk 'Thank you' and come with us."

She looked right into my eyes
"I don't like YOU."

Tears welled without permission in my eyes as I tried to gain control of my emotions. My hubby had a little chat with her about talking mean and talking nice "and that was not nice, that was very mean and it hurt Mommy."


I felt the tip of an iceberg.


I felt just a tiny bit of rejection that a parent feels from their child. Piper didn't know the hurt she caused just the pleasure and fun she was having and didn't want to leave it. But it made me think.

I felt a little bit of what many parents feel when their child jumps ship and rejects the way they were raised in a loving home.

I felt a tiny bit of what a child feels abandoned by a parent.

I felt a little bit of what a spouse feels when the other spouse says "I'm leaving I don't love you anymore." after years together.

I felt a little bit of what a Pastor and His wife feel when a Church member leaves the church: "What you said/did offends me and I'm not coming back."

I felt a tiny microscopic bit of what God, Man kinds' Creator, feels every day from billions across the world.

"God, I don't need you."

"God, I don't believe in you."

"God, I hate you."


I was 9 years old.
I felt unloved and decided to run away. My parents didn't need me.
No one loved me....me...me...me.
So I shoved every piece of clothing I had in a bag, I still remember the orange flower print busting at the seams as I zipped it up, I put on my rain coat and boots and announced my departure. My mother (probably feeling like crying), turned her face . My Dad didn't really believe me but followed to the door.

"Becky, please don't go, I love you, we all love you, don't go." said so tenderly from my tall, red bearded Daddy.

*Sniff* "No, you guys don't need me."

I walked half way up the dirt road and I heard him yell, "BECKY, COME HOME RIGHT NOW, I LOVE YOU!"

He ran in the rain,  through the mud in his white socks to scoop me up in his strong arms and carry me home.

I never felt more loved in my life by my parents then that day. I rejected them but they still loved me and came after me. 


Early teens I was sitting in a church pew at summer camp.

"When you get accept Jesus Christ into your heart you give your life to God, now he is in charge and you have to obey His word." a preacher preached.

I wanted to have fun, I wanted to make my own decisions and I DID NOT want to be a foreign missionary.

So I told God, "Eh, my way is better. I will run my own life."

My best friends' family were the opposite of mine. They were always "having a good time"  not a lot of rules to obey and went away on week ends while I had to go to church. She had a step-dad that cheated on her mom and they ended up getting a divorce. It was awful. I felt like it was happening to me, my friend and I were so close and I realized on the outside they might be "having fun" but on the inside they were empty and hurting.

Right after that I decided God was going to run my life and even if bad things happened "He will never leave thee nor forsake thee." I wanted God back. He was always asking me to follow Him and I had rejected Him over and over again but not this time. Not with this tug at my heart.

I tried to explain my decision to my friend but she didn't want to understand. I tried pleading with her. I was rejected. We stayed friends until her lifestyle and mine were so opposite- she couldn't stand being friends with a "Jesus freak" and I wasn't going to parties or dances with her. I'm still saddened when I think of how her life has turned out without God.


Isaiah and I had a very strict courtship, we chose it that way to reach our goal of saving our first kiss until the wedding day. We lived over 60 miles apart and my love language is quality time. 

At one point I told him we should break up because he didn't love me. I was making all the plans to see each other but I just wasn't feeling loved. He persisted and insisted that we stay together, I was the only girl for him. He really did love me and would make it a priority to show it in other ways since we didn't get to see of each other that much. I have a lot of love letters shouting his love and admiration for me. He planned fun dates that we could take a parent or sibling along. He invested in me and won my heart. God provided for my needs using Isaiah. I was lonely before I met him. Now we have each other, we are a team. I love him so much and don't deserve him. I'm thankful Isaiah loved me even when I hurt him.



Back to the story of my daughter...

So later that night when we brought Piper home. I bathed her, combed her sweet smelling hair, cuddled her.

"Mommy, you are the best."

"Piper, God is the best and I'm glad He gave you to me."






Everyone has a choice to accept or reject the love of God that He extends to us.
And I can testify the past two years have been the hardest and happiest of my life! I'm so thankful God was with me when I felt so alone. When there was no one He was always there extending His love to me. His way is BEST!

He has invested in us. He gave us His only son to die for our sins when time after time human kind has disobeyed and rejected Him.
So I plead with you as a mother pleads for the love of her child,
Accept Christ, and live for him who died for you!


"That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved." 

Romans 10:9

To My Beloved

Dear Isaiah,
In the past 4 years of studying you:
I have found I barely knew you at all when we got married, I am thoroughly looking forward to getting to know you more, and watching you grow into who God wants you to be.
I was so in love with all that I knew then but it was just the tip of the iceberg.
You are such a dreamer. Nothing seems impossible or crazy to you.
This 4th year of marriage has been about bending, endurance, slow and steady progress.  Encouragement in the unexpected.  The gratification in giving. God's provision in time of need.
He has always taken such good care of us.
When I look back over the year of us. I see God working things out over and over. Man is a failure without God.
The glue that holds us together in our faith unseen but always there and relying on our creator. He gets all the glory for our accomplishments over milestones.

You have my heart.
I will only have eyes for you my love.
The more I get to know you the more I fall in love.
You are my teenage sweetheart.
My soul mate. My partner in life. The leader of our home.
I am so thankful for your soft tenderness toward me and our children.
You have always won me over with your kindness.
I cherish your goodbye kisses and welcome home hugs.
I am grateful for all your hard work and that you are driven to succeed in all that you do.
What else can I say my dear?
I'm really in love with you.
Thank you for the past 4 years.
Your,
Rebekah

Happy Father's Day Isaiah!

Happy Father's day to my husband.
I'm so thankful for who you are and who you are becoming.
Daddy of two now,  working more and harder than ever, yet you take time to be a good Daddy. The expert at tucking Piper in and praying with her. Snuggling little Boaz when he is cold. You are gentle and kind and WAY more fun than mama. You take us on advuntures. You read the bible to us as a family. You never fail to drive us to church each Sunday.
You show our kids what it is to be an understanding and loving spouse. Piper will want to marry someone just like you! Boaz is going to want to fill those big boots you wear and be the man of his own house someday.
And me.... I am so honored to be your wife... the wife of your youth... to be able to grow up in love with you and figure this whole thing called life out with you in the lead.
Thank you for being the father of my children and the leader of our home.
          I love you.

She makes me slow down.

She makes me stop and splash in the puddles of "Wa wa." She makes me pick her flowers. She makes me think dandelion s are beautiful. She makes mud look cute. She makes me look at her rocks. She makes me fix her hair. She makes me slow down and cuddle. She makes me laugh. She makes me love the way her daddy looks with her in his arms. She makes me feel needed. She makes me feel so important and special.  She makes me a Mama.
I love you Piper Ann!

SAVE IT for the marriage

Wedding season is upon us and we just received a wedding invitation. We were expecting and excited to go to this wedding but we unfortunately will not be attending. It's on a Sunday  there is no possible way we can make it to church to serve and worship God who is #1 in our life and go watch this union. It's going to have booze, beer, alcohol (don't those help destroy marriage s?) They wouldn't be invited to my wedding...I don't want my husband puking on my dress, getting drunk or anyone else getting drunk...
There is going to be dancing...After the drinking..sounds like a party...
Sounds like I'm not going.
Looks like the way the engagement pictures turned out they are already sleeping together...OK your hands are on her butt and your face practically in her breasts...serious passionate kissing.
Save it.
So I thought it was time.
I have been so busy enjoying my new mommy life that I almost forgot how passionate I am about relationships. .. how much I hate the dating game( basically practicing for divorce) and how no one values those things that are rare and precious anymore.
No one is saving it for marriage.
Not enough people are shouting " It's God's plan for you to be with only one person! It's worth the wait! Keep pure! Give God the glory! Do right! Do right! Just wait! I waited and my marriage doesn't have a lot of problems that come from not saving it all! My marriage is not going to fail because I won't let it starve. Fight for what you value!"
Maybe I just have the best husband in the world...I like to brag... but he only ever held my hands, kissed only my lips on our wedding day and saved all of himself just for me. Wow, that shouts "I'm worth it. I'm valued. I'm precious. I am loved." And in return he found a girl that saved all her love for him and he has her whole heart safe with him.
I want everyone to feel the way I do.
I want everyone to have a God centered marriage.
I want every wife to be loved and to honor and respect her husband even when she isn't feeling the sparks.
I want this dying thing called marriage to LIVE.
Why are they failing? Why are they starting with a frat type party instead of a ceremony of seriousness and celebration?
Because they are lacking God in the relationship.
My mother in law said " if a stool only has 2 legs it wobbles and will fall over but if you have a 3rd leg it is well supported."
God is my third leg in marriage.
So it's starts way back before the marriage begins.
Is this relationship giving glory to God? Is everyone that sees us see God working in our life?
Or do they see me me me me me?
I know Isaiah could have in no way in his own strength given me all that I received when we got married if he had not had God directing his steps.
I am so blessed.
I never could have waited to give Isaiah all of me on my own....we barely made it until our wedding day for our first kiss if we had not made rules we would never be alone until then.

And the desire of my heart is to put it in the hearts of those not yet married or just about to to ask God to be at the head of it all because without Him there is no hope.
Save the marriage. Save it for marriage.

Clothes on a line

Clothes on a line

hearts that were 2 are twine

young love so tender

Strong love it renders

the family grows

time to hang out more clothes

First time running after baby #2

Look at that shadow
Next to the white line
Look at that shadow
Is that butt really mine
Look at that shadow
Running again for the first time

Boaz Wayne

 A mother would give her life for that child to be born. Somebody is going to be Born every day.
March 2nd In fact my first son was born. His labor was the hardest physically thing I have ever done. Once or twice I thought to myself I was going to die (transition when things get close crazy was happening to me.
Having Piper was discouraging then I had a great nap and pushed her out. It was so easy compared to Boaz. Just mentally discouraging because my body wouldn't progress on its own.
Friday
It was happening again.
My contractions were losing their juice. They weren't peaking but puttering out. People were texting asking how things were going. I went and saw my mid wife at 11 and she asked if I was in labor. I just cried and said " I don't know what is going on with my body." She laughed and said let me check you. I hugged Isaiah and started to lighten up after drying my tears.
I had made small progress through the night. I was a 4 and 90% effacement. But my contractions were going away

My midwife reccomend I take 4 oz of castor oil after a big lunch to get things going again.

and boy did it get things going. My doula kept reminding me that this is what I wanted, this was going to bring me my baby. Labor is crazy.

Only true love is almost dying to bring someone else into the world.

True love was my husband being so sweet through the whole thing.

When things started up again I got a little snippy at Isaiah and he started telling me what to do....like a know it all.

So we called the doula. AND she told us both what to do and thing went smooth between us there after.

In fact she has us falling in love all over again while I was in labor...no joke.

Diarria, puking it was like all the illnesses you could have and then being tortured by a physco...that is was natural childbirth feels like.

Then after you give birth. Pushing was easiest for both of mine.

You hold in your arms the most beautiful baby.

God gets better at making them every day.

Boaz is the sweetest baby.

Wow I have a son and he is looking at me with hia big blue eyes that shout "I LOVE YOU MAMA. YOU ARE MY FAVORITE PERSON. I THINK YOU ARE GREAT!"

He is perfect...to me. Thank you God for this dear sweet child.

My Baby Is Going to be Born today

It hard to sleep... everyone is telling me to rest. Like on Christmas Eve I'm too excited for the surprise on the next day.
My water broke at 5:30pm March 20th 2014.  It is now 2:30am March 21st. Boaz has to be Born today... today will forever be his Birthday. I'm so excited to meet this new person and become his Mama. Excited for him to meet his Daddy and big sister. Wow has she grown. Excited for the challenge of having 2 babies only a year apart.
Feeling so much love for him already.
He is already a good boy and giving me a good productive labor
It actually started Tuesday night but I was afraid that like before it was false labor and I would go in and be disappointed so I hung in there...off and on my contractions would come and go, mild and strong.  Then yesterday, feeling really yucky and like I might be leaking a little I told my doula and she calmed me down. I had Isaiah check me and we were surprised to be at 3 cm . So I walked a little then did my usual squats and lunges in the shower and my water broke! What a better place! I called up Isaiah and we were on our way. After being seen by my mid wife and doula, my instructions were to eat and rest. Baby is on good position. Well I guess I'm resting just not sleeping.
Hoping to have my baby boy soon!

Happy Birthday to US!

My husband Isaiahs is now 24! Friday I bought him a fancy cake from bernices bakery in Missoula then my wonderful mother in law watched Piper so we could spend some adult time together. He had to work that night so I came and got to have lunch with him in his new 95 Ford 350 truck....yeah its a beast. Yesterday for my 23rd Birthday he surprised me with this new phone I'm typing on right now. Maybe being 38wks pregnant made me a little emotional because I cried. Then read his card to me and cried some more.
Our Pastor is out of town with his wife while she has cancer treatments so his oldest son preached today. The messages were all good but tonight he got out Legos using them to illustrate how God has a plan for us to become something and instructions on how.
Well 23 yrs old and I had no idea God was going to put me where I am now. Maybe I pictured it a little easier or more comfortable but definitely not all the blessing that surround me right now. I don't deserve my life. I can only lift up my head and praise God and thank him for taking care of me when I was weak and making me a stronger person for His glory. The past few months have been challenging to say the least but it is worth it when your husband looks at you with more love and tells you that you are lovely and that you make every thing lovely and without you he would be nothing not even crazy because the first crazy thought he had was that he could have you.
Yep, how can I complain with a sweet husband like that. Cherishing these rough times and that they show us who we really are on the inside.

McGuffey Family Pictures 2013

 Piper Ann 9 months

 Daddys' girl and 18 wks pregnant

3 Years With My Special Someone

In such a short time.In 3 years my life has changed rapidly. 

My life has turned into our life.

My dreams has become our dreams. 

My family went from 8 to 2 to 3....

It's hard, like everything worth having you have to work at it everyday.
I remember when- you were "My Special Someone"
When we weren't officially together.
Before I called you beloved, right about the time you became my friend
you became special to me in my heart and you always will be.
I promised- 3 years ago.

It's always nice to have "someone' to cry and laugh with.
Something I take for granted daily.

 Someone to be by your side in lifes hardest times.

And enjoy Gods greatest blessings with.

 Someone to have and to hold.

To cleave to.

Someone to ask you on fancy dates

Someone to be a godly father to my children and to be a parent with.
Someone to lead a Christian home and family.

A friend, a counselor and guide.

Happy 3rd anniversary to my special "Someone"
Thank you for loving the Lord and being a godly example.
Thank you for loving and caring for me.
Thank you, yes, for being your crazy self and being a dreamer- keep dreaming big.
Thank you for being a strong Daddy-
You are doing a wonderful job.
I love you Isaiah McGuffey-

Living In a Round Yurt - Week One

What is a yurt?

A yurt is a a fancy name for a round hut.

Ger is the correct term if you live in Mongolia- But we call ours a Western Pacific Yurt.
My husband is still finishing it up but we moved in Saturday. One of the worst days- I threw shoes...at my husband. I cried a lot we made up and worked together happily. I HATE moving and I'm so thankful to my sweet friends and brother for coming to my rescue. I lived in a really big house until I wedded my husband and there was plenty of room and always a place for everything. Yes, just about every winter we were dirt poor and our food supply suffered a little but we were never without power or plumbing. Then I got married and lived in a cute retirement cabin that was a haven to all who came to it. My Grandma Sydow even wanted to live there.

We moved into a 480 sq ft round yurt or 19 4ft sections connected to make it round. The idea is romantic and it will be beautiful when it is finished but right now I'm figuring out what to do with this odd triangle I will have between my fridge and the bathroom wall.
Yes, I'm a spoiled rotten American girl who has no idea what roughin' it means. But this past week I have found out.
We have a blue (my favorite color :) porta potty outside and to the right of our door...probably 4 yards away. Tuesday I felt like I was getting dehydrated so I drank a lot of bottled water before going to bed (dumb). About 4 times that night I ran out down the ladder (as we have no steps yet) to potty in the dark with my cellphone light-screaming each time at the poles planted in the ground that look like scary men about to kill me but are really a porch in progress. Coyotes howling I brave the potty each time.

(Photo taken by my sister Chasity)

We shower, cook and wash our clothes up at my in-laws.
We have a refrigerator. We have an air mattress that we borrowed from a neighbour. Two dressers and a make shift closet. Piper has her own bed and a little dresser.
The walls are covered in tar paper awaiting the pretty wood that will cover them. The roof leaks a wee bit but it is waiting to be finished.

You might think- oh, wow your husband is a slacker but he isn't. He is a man with not enough time. He is a dreamer with a million crazy ideas- I fell in love with that crazy dreamer and now I'm trying to bite my tongue through the hard times and help those dreams come true. He works away from home 12 hours a night. Has no time to watch sports or have hobbies right now. I wish I could give him a day to go fishing with his buddy. A day to have no worries. He is the hardest working man who badly needs a break- which we will get at the end of September when we go to the west coast! YAY!
There is much to be done but looking back on all the work already accomplished I can say we will get there- maybe not on my timing but it will come.

Piper enjoying the nice wood floor in the yurt.

We will have plumbing, we will have water, and we will stay together no matter how hard it gets.
I care too much what other people think, I care too much about what I think is normal. I've cried a lot. I hate being dependent on others for my needs. I love being organized and having a place for everything and get stressed with the boxes of stuff that has no home.
I hate roughin' it.
I love these modern things called running water and a working well pump. Thank you Romans for figuring that out!
Soon my husband will figure it out too and things will be much more comfortable. The stress will go down as each thing we own finds it's place on a shelf or a cupboard.....just not spread all over the floor...ok ok.
So that is how i am feeling. I wish I was more positive and I strive for it.
God has us in this place at this time learning these things for a reason.