Hearing Heart Blog

FOR TODAY November 22, 2008 Outside My Window... the sun just broke through the fog, the morning shadows are yawning and stretching across the dew-drenched pasture. I am thinking... that I'm toeing the end of the diving board, getting ready to leap into my morning work. I am thankful for... work I enjoy so much that I'll give it my full Saturday. From the kitchen... plans are coming together for a pot of venison stew. I am wearing... stretchy warm clothes. I am creating... a cleaner house (Thanksgiving guests will fill it up next week). I am going... to stay home alone today. My husband is out hunting--a beautiful morning to sit in a tree stand. I am reading... A Small Book About God , by Roy Hicks, Jr. I am hoping... more hens will lay. I am hearing... the washing machine, the dryer, and a once-in-awhile snap from the woodstove. Around the house... actually, things are kinda dirty. Fall term is just about over and I'll devote myself to law and order again. One of my favor

Ben says, "My Dad used to carry me on his shoulders. I knew he would catch me if I slipped off. He was so tall and strong!" "When I was 4, my Dad went away. He's been gone so long I'm afraid he'll never come back. No one will tell me where he is! Sometimes I'm mad at him and scream into my pillow till I think I want to die ." "I just wish I knew what I did to make him leave. I want to grow up NOW, so I can find him and tell him I'm sorry..." "But for now, I have a REAL Dad who holds me every night--even when I'm screaming. He talks to my heart and makes me feel okay. I feel like He's holding me high on His shoulders, so I can see far away--almost to heaven!" "I love my real Dad!" +X+X+X+X+story inspired by my foster childrenX+X+X+X+X+

The hen I valued the least is giving me the biggest, brownest eggs; and most often! I found her on Craigslist with her sister - two old biddies past their prime, but free for the taking. It was late in August, and I was wanting a little flock before the weather turned. I signed up at BackyardChickens.com under the name of Spent-Hen. (Yea, there's a correlation there!) I hungrily searched for more chickens, found two more, sold two, found one, then bought five with my birthday money. Chickens in my backyard are great stress-relief! I enjoy watching mindless birds out my kitchen window. It's entertainment like no other! What's especially funny is that our three kittens would approach the rooster (who was prone to attack my leg and subsequently get kicked across the yard) like there was no threat to their safety. They've even spent the night locked up in the henhouse with the birds. That's weird. Notice I referred to the rooster in the past tense? Three days ago he d

I didn't blog last week. I was concerned with mid-term exams and late assignments, and the election. I want to say that the "let down" I felt the day after the election was the same feeling as the "day after Christmas" blues, but it wasn't. It was a bit more foreboding than that. As I allowed my mind to explore the core of it all, two scriptures came to my mind. This was one of them: Philip found Nathanael and told him, "We have found the one Moses wrote about in the Law, and about whom the prophets also wrote--Jesus of Nazareth, the son of Joseph." "Nazareth! Can anything good come from there?" Nathanael asked. "Come and see," said Philip. John 1:45-46 NIV That's simply what I'm hearing in my spirit right now--a voice whispering in my heart beckoning me to "come and see". I like that invitation! No promises or revelations about Republicans and Democrats, or financial and international policies. Just c