What a wonderful weekend we've been blessed with!

Monkey has discovered bunnies living in our front gardens and watches them each and every evening. It is adorable to watch her running back and forth to the window and back again to Daddy to relate in full action what the Bunnies are up too.

I think perhaps we are finally starting to understand that we need to fit and make room for the children in every aspect of our lives. Today was a "sit in the car and look at brick" day, well for the afternoon anyways. So we stopped in at DQ part way through the list and got everyone some ice cream to keep going.

I've been struggling with getting frustrated with monkey during Meeting time. Especially the Memorial service. The selfish part of me is yelling "this should be my time" but the mother in me is reminding me that no, this is God's time and in His wisdom He has granted us this child to mold and give back to Him in service. Really when I look at it I do still get the exhortation, just might not be able to turn up every passage referred to. This too shall pass and the last thing I want is her to think that Mummy doesn't like being there. Because it is the most wonderful place to be.

The house is coming along. The roof is partway covered in press board and all the walls are up now. Watching the Goons run up and down the gravel lane way, chase birds (this one type the runs everywhere that we call Toronto Birds as they resemble the people that we've seen on the streets there), and exclaim over where they would like to place different furniture items struck me with such a powerful feeling of awe at the opportunity that God has blessed us with this piece of land. I know it is only 2 acres but for us that is huge. Apple trees, pear trees and a chicken coop are on the list. Most of all it will be so nice to get out of a "keeping up with the Jones'" neighbourhood and be able to live somewhere where if all you want to plant is veggies is fine, or if the grass is long that is okay too!

We are nearly packed up. Oh how thankful we are for the many loving hands that are helping us. Older couples in the Truth, Sisters with nursing babes, Families with carloads of children. The blessing hasn't just been in the actual physical labour but the gift of fellowship and love found only in the bonds of the Truth.

Magoo has been struggling a bit with his ashma, mainly because of the high heat (30C today) and humidity. But the silver lining in this cloud is that he has been home since Wednesday and we have enjoyed an extra long weekend. Now that the weather has stabilized he should be fine, it just seems his body takes a while to re-calculate to the heat of summer.

To Blog or not to Blog, this is the question!

Basically now that blogger doesn't let you type in another program and then cut and paste into blogger I'm finding it frustratingly annoying to try to blog. Because you have to finish it all at once, not such a great way to blog for a busy mom!

So as I am the ultimate at procrastination here I am when in fact I should be packing as we move in um, 12 days. Yup, and don't even think of asking how much is packed.

Okay, I'll tell you, 7 boxes.

Oh my, has only a month passed. Opps! So much is happening around here that life is even busier then it's normal fast paced hecticness. Thankfully we have a verse posted (in our bathroom) that keeps reminding me to "Stand Still and Wait upon the LORD"

Last weekend it was "Mother's Day" yet another invented celebration of selfishness. I made the mistake of tuning into CBC (Why when they are so anti-Israel and anti-God...I just don't know) while Magoo was in piano lesson and they had a phone in for mothers about "Mother's Day"

OY!

I cannot believe that these women are mothers! The common thread of ALL the calls was that they wanted a day ALONE, either at a spa, in their bedrooms with a good book, or shopping with friends. NONE of them wanted to be with their children on "Mother's Day"

WAKE UP PEOPLE!

Yeah it got me a wee bit mad. Finally someone phoned in that told them all how selfish they were and that it is a day not about the elaborate gift but hand drawn cards.

Since being blessed with wee olive plants I have found "Mother's Day" a wonderful time of reflection on the passed year and the places where I have fallen short as a Mother and to re-dedicate my life to grafting these wild olives into the Israelitish olive tree. After all they are not truly our children, but God's children. I sipped my coffee in bed with a grin (as Magoo had asked to be woken up to "make" and deliver it to Mummy in bed) and eat my cinnamon roll with glee...and tried REALLY hard not to look at the clock as we had to get to Sunday School on time. A luncheon for my mother and time spent curled up with books with our children was all so precious. The fact that they each choose out a new knitted dish cloth for me told me that the children pay attention to detail and the fact that Mummy can;t knit them anymore because of the ache in my hands.

Those dish clothes mean more to me then a diamond bracelet (that the other moms wanted).

On the house scene they are finishing the walls and putting on the roof (hopefully) this week. We had a picnic dinner there yesterday before Bible class while Magoo and Daddy put in our new mail box.

Well it is time to feed the monkeys lunch so off we go. Perhaps I'll get another procrastination time out on here again this week.

Until then, please remember that being a Mother is not about us but about the children that God has graciously given his servants!