Remember Me?

The last thing on earth I need is another thing to feel guilty about. I am not getting to this as often as I had hoped, but there is nothing to do but go forward.

Our lives are so good, in so many ways, but we have never worked this hard. Never. I look back to when we had a few kids and lots of church responsibilities, and a house and yard to take care of, and a steady paycheck, and we thought then that we were being stretched. We thought there was no way we could handle more of anything, and we prayed and worked earnestly to be able to keep up with it all. Compared to now, that was a cakewalk. Somehow, the Lord answered our prayers for help and our abilities and capabilities have all increased to where we are able to handle much, much more. We have a much larger family, more church responsibility, no steady paycheck, and are working harder than we ever knew we could. And yet, though many things remain difficult, our lives are so good. We have wonderful, stupendous, beautiful children. They bring joy to us every day. It is just a shame that they are growing so fast. We have a business that is staying alive and has much potential for growth (and we are having fun with it along the way). We look forward to it providing a good living for our family. We love serving in the church, and love our little branch. Because we live far away from our families, they are our family. We love living in the woods on our little homestead, and though it is a lot of work (which we are being reminded of as the snow slowly melts and reveals all that needs to be done), we love the work. We love our lives.