All tuckered out.
What we are attempting here at Watchthesky is a good thing, of that we are sure. Its just that I’m finding out how hard it is to get it all done. Sunday morning was a little difficult. It was my first Sunday that I would have to get up and milk #59 myself. We also lost an hour because of the time change. And we ended up having no hot water. Fun.
But its not just Sundays that are hard, every day we are starting school as late as 10:15 or later because of the chores. Much too late for my liking. We are still working on simplifying and creating a good routine and work habits with the children. We will get there someday.
Nothing worth anything is easy, at least that’s what I’ve heard. At Watchthesky we think that learning to work hard is worth something. We also think that whole milk is worth something. We think that purity, strong character, self control, strong family bonds are worth something. None of these come naturally to us and it is a constant struggle to keep our priorities where they should be, and some days it is a constant painful sacrifice to work at desiring the life we are attaining to. We’re human, the good stuff isn’t always fun.
But we’re working on having a mind to work and loving the results of the small amount we’ve done so far. God is good and we’re thankful for His blessings (no matter how tiring they may be). :)
My in-laws sent this little story to us this week. Hubby and I both enjoyed it. It reminded me too, that the best things don’t come easy. :)
Many years ago, my father was visiting America, from Europe, for the very first time. He said he wanted to go with me to the supermarket, so I invited him along. As he went up & down the aisles with me, at the local Giant Food Store, he constantly asked me questions about products he saw. “Vas diss?? Powdered orange juice??” asked my dad (pointing at Tang). I said, “Yeh, Dad. You just add a little water, and you have fresh orange juice.” A few minutes later, in a different aisle, dad blurted out, “Und vas dis?? Powdered milk?” (pointing at a box of Carnation). I said, “Yeah, Dad. You just add a little water, and you have fresh milk!” A few minutes later, in a different aisle, my dad yelled out, “Und give a look here!! Baby Powder!! Vat a country, vat a country!”