The Lost has come home.

Hola my friends. I have missed you. We have been home from camp a little over a week, but alas, there have been mounds of laundry to deal with upon our homecoming. We also started "school" this week, and have been busy counting, reading and learning more about our beginnings. In fact, today we went outside and measured the length of Noah's Ark. That my gentle readers, was quite an eye opening experience, even for Mommy. It is not hard to believe Noah got 2 kinds of every animal on that baby! Hardly anything like the "cute" pictures we see of Noah's Ark. No wonder it took so long to build.

We had a wonderful time at Mode Camp. The boys especially were thrilled to be there. There is just nothing like cramming your whole family into a small cabin and living "rough" for a few days. Not to mention, they had constant contact with buddies and Miss. Jo to help them, "Search for Truth." This photo is of the boys after we got home. Notice they still have their "Quest for Truth" hats on. They have worn these almost every day, and their magnifying glasses are never too far out of reach. The adults had a great time too, by the way. Our primary speaker was Rick Hutchison and he did such a great job. We also enjoyed the music and fellowship of Matt and Joy Barnett. But as wonderful as Church Camp is, it is so nice to be back home again. (does anybody hear John Denver singing?)

We had our first meeting of the Well Educated Mind Book Club last night. We discussed the first 5 chapters of Don Quixote. It is a very funny book, in an insane sort of way. I will try to post a review of every 5 -10 chapters upon the request of Tara and Jenny.

We have also had another Parenting Class since we returned home. It is always so refreshing, encouraging, and inspiring to meet together. We also got to meet baby Olivia, she was precious.

Another joy we have had upon coming home, is Papa and Nanny coming for a visit. Papa could only stay one night, but Nanny is here to visit for a couple weeks. We are really enjoying her company. She is working on a quilt for Micah's bed. I'll be sure to post pictures of that when it is done.

I hear the mellifluous sounds of my family laughing and playing, thus signifying Daddy's arrival home, so I must close. (There ladies, I was able to use a D. Q. word in my blog. )

I'm Back...for a minute!

Well, it has been way too long since I've posted anything, or even had a chance to keep up with all your blogs. I am relearning the meaning of busy this month. Here is a brief discombobulated list of what's been going on the last couple of weeks.

Well besides the fact that I am a Mom of a Pre-schooler and a toddler, and they are boys to boot. I also, have 3 jobs outside our home that the boys go with me to do. This month we are very heavily involved in getting our church camp grounds ready for camp. At the same time our church is in the middle of a remodeling project that we have helped out with on occasion. Then we have had the privilege of having Savannah come visit, Brent come visit(photos and bragging on that to come) and have even gotten the chance to be with Dennis and Cathy some. All of which we enjoyed immensely. I also have helped out a friend for a few days as she was out of town and needed some help at her business. Then another friend had an appendectomy and we were able to be with her some through that. I also am attempting to write a script for the annual drama our young people put on at the end of our camp meeting. (By the way, condensing and rewriting Bunyan's, Pilgrim's Progress is a bit of a challenge.) Now mind you I am not complaining, because we loved being with and helping out the people and organizations that are dear to us, but I'm just laying out my case for why I haven't had a chance to blog in a while. Am I excused? Good, because I'm leaving this Friday for our church camp and won't be able to blog again for over a week.

Hello

I hope all of you had a nice Independence Day. We did. The fireworks in town were rained out though, so tonight is the big night for that. Last night on Adventures in Odyssey, they did an Imagination Station Flash Back to The War of 1812, when the British burned down the capitol buildings. Today Josiah asked if we could go to Washington tonight and help rebuild the White House. Patriotism is alive and well in this house. :)

Last weekend, Savannah got to come stay with us again. We really enjoyed having her. Here is a picture of the kids Sunday after church. Are the Thomas genes strong, or what?

My Mom mentioned to me on the phone last night how much she enjoyed my blog. Not because I'm a great writer or anything noble like that, but because she gets to see photos of the boys and read stories about them that help her get to know them, even from far away. So if you will excuse me, at the end of this post I'm going to share a few quotes for my mom. Feel free to just skip this part, since it will be highly grandparent centered.

The other night I was praying with Josiah, normally Matt tucks him in and does this, but for some reason I was doing it this night. I finished the prayer and Josiah said, "that can't be it, it was too short." I said, "You may pray longer if you want." He than proceeds to get all squishy and said, "Dear Jesus, thank you for my Mommy. She's just so sweet and kind and gentle. And even when she's not, I always forgive her cuz she's so sweet and I just love her so much. " Then he puts his head up against mine and says "ahhhh" I had to bury my head in the covers to keep him from seeing me laugh.

The boys were staying for a few hours with a family from our church. When we went to pick the boys up, Anna, the oldest daughter still living at home, told us that as they sat down to supper Josiah said, "oh, I like this, it's good for me cuz it helps me get the yuckies out." then he looked over at her and said, "I said yuckies, cuz it's not polite to say poo-poo at the table."

On Grass, Frog Spawn, and Lapbooks

Here I sit at 10 o'clock in the morning thinking that I really need to go put that exercise video in and get rid of those 10lbs still hanging on from my Micah pregnancy. Instead though, I'm sipping a Mt.Dew and listening to my boys set up the trap for robbers in the kitchen. (you'll never convince me that boys are not born with the natural tendency to preserve and protect their territory) This week has been the usual busy, but not terribly eventful kind. SO here is an update of the mundane that I love.

Grass: It is growing!! Matt even said we might mow this weekend. Lots of weeds have sprung up with the new grass, but my green hubby assures me that this is normal and can be remedied. The back yard is still pretty much dirt/dust/mud, but who cares, we have a front yard!! Speaking of back yards, I will share a very disturbing story from our back yard. Well...maybe two. First. Two nights ago we finally got rain. We took the tarp off our pool, so it wouldn't sink beneath the weight of the rain. Late that night we could hear the frogs. This is not uncommon in the woods (we have a creek running through part of our land). I mentioned to Matt how close the frogs sounded this night. The next morning to my disgust, I found FROG SPAWN in our pool. I have to admit I was slightly tempted to leave some, for there were hundreds, just so the boys could watch them turn to tadpoles. Then again, I think it can take close to a year for a frog to mature into it's happy singing-spawning final state. Anyway, I scooped the mess out of the pool and sent them to their demise. Then wouldn't you know it, last night the little boogers (frogs) were singing their heads off again. I flipped on the light and caught them red...well actually green handed. Matt promptly went out and scooped them from the pool. Imagine having your pool used as a breeding grounds... I feel violated!

Big Man: The next disturbing story comes from the very overactive imagination of our 2 year old. We were sitting at dinner the other night and Micah says, "The man came through the landscape and he got on our trampoline. " I said, " what?" He said this again several times. I said, " what man, did you know him? Was he a big man or a big boy?" I was freaking out. Then Micah said, "He jumped on the trampoline and then he rode Siah's tricycle." Now I'm starting to think maybe we are making things up. Then I asked, "Did you know the man?" Micah said, "no, he was a big man, and he held my hand in the pool on my shark!" Ok, so I'm totally relieved by now. I asked, "did you dream this?" Micah said, " yes."

I let the boys play outside alone, but rarely does more than 5 minutes go by that I do not check up on them. So either this big man who jumps on trampolines, rides tricycles and plays with sharks is really fast, or he is a Micah creation. He exists in that little two year old mind along with the little people who live on Micah's CD player and are often eaten by the big green frog.

Lapbooks: Yesterday we spent the day with our neighbor girls. It was a rainy day, so we decided to do an indoor project. We made Lapbooks.

These are so much fun to make. We used file folders to make Lapbooks we could take to Church Camp in a month or so. The girls are older so they made Lapbooks to use to take notes during services. My boys made lapbooks to keep them busy during services. We had a great time. (Sorry the photo is blurry, after several attempts to take a still photo of two boys I gave up.)

Well, there is more I could share about my week, but I hear you yawning so I will spare you the details.

Below you will find a photo of the inside of the lapbooks.

Tributes

This weekend was a busy one, so I did not have a chance to post anything about Father's Day. So here is my typically late- for- everything Father's Day Post.

When I think of the two most important men in my life(My husband and my Dad) several words come to mind, I'd like to share just a few of them with you.

Matt

Servant-Leader: This is the definition of what Matt is to our family. While he is a capable loving leader, he serves us continually. After working himself silly all day, he comes home ready and willing to serve. He is consistently pointing us to Jesus simply by the way he takes up the "basin and towel".

Thoughtful: The first thing that attracted me to Matt was his thoughtfulness of others. Not just me, but everyone. He is always thinking ahead of how he can be helpful. He sees all people as precious, because Jesus pronounced us all precious by giving his life for all.

Vulnerable: I am always amazed at how willing Matt is to become vulnerable. I was raised to very openly speak on any topic, no topic was sacred, but vulnerable we were not. Matt, is willing to open himself. Many times when my first instinct is to close up and "protect" myself, Matt pushes through that wall. I am so touched by how much he cares for my own lost loved ones. He steps beyond where I would be naturally comfortable and speaks to them from his heart, because he cares for them so much he's willing to "feel silly or uncomfortable" .

AMAZING: I know it seems squishy and romantic to say this, and as most of you know, I am not one that is heavy on the squishy side of things. When I say I think Matt is amazing I really mean it. I still am blown away that I managed to marry a man like Matt. There is no 50/50 in our marriage. We both try to give 100%. If the trash needs to go out and Matt's not home, I get it, but if a diaper needs to be changed and he's the one holding the baby, he does it. He is just a way above average Dad. When he gets home from work, after talking with me a few minutes he is all about his boys. He is continually teaching, training, and discipling them. I hear ladies say that their husbands are "babysitting" the kids and I think WHAT? Matt and I are partners in training our little guys and it's been that way from the day we found out I was pregnant, he's not just a helper that gives me a break occasionally and will start being involved with the boys once their old enough to do "guy stuff", he is a full-time Daddy. (And is practically worshipped for it)

Goofy: Matt makes us laugh. He does the goofiest things just for our entertainment. Life is never dull in our house.

Hard Working: Matt is one of the hardest workers I know. He never stops. After a long day at work, he will come home and meet our needs and work on his "honey do" list and yet, always finds time to help a friend who may need a hand. He lives out his values. He could be making more money elsewhere, but that's not really what we value. He sees the value of working in an environment that encourages his values. He looks ahead to the future and knows that eventually the boys will be able to be more involved at work with Dad. He sees that being loyal to an employer and a business is so important in his own life and a great example to our boys. He gets to be with us at lunch and sometimes the boys and I will even meet him at work while he's on break. We appreciate how hard he works and how well he provides.

Happy Father's Day Babe, we love you and appreciate the spirit of Christ that you live out for us everyday.

Dad

Secure: I never questioned for a minute that my Dad loved me and that he would keep me safe. My Dad is a truck driver so he had to be away from home often, I remember when storms would come and we'd be heading to the basement, the only thought in my head was, "If Daddy were here this would be OK.

Cherished: I always felt like I was very special to my Dad. I can't remember a Valentine's Day that I didn't get flowers from him. (I still do to this day)

Loyalty: My Dad's friends and family could always count on him in their toughest times. In times when other friends would walk away, or people were awkward and weren't sure how to be there, my Dad was there. Giving whatever support was needed.

Smart: My Dad always underestimates himself in this area. I have learned through my study of learning styles that there are different kinds of intelligence. Just because someone doesn't enjoy the "status quo" style of education in America doesn't mean they are not intelligent. (although, Dad wasn't too shabby even in this area) Dad has the ability to see and understand and remember things. He blows my mind sometimes with his intelligence.

Intuitive: I still am amazed that my Dad can read character so well. He is rarely wrong in his judgements of others. My brothers and I have talked often of the times Dad would warn us of someone not being trustworthy or give his approval on someone and almost every time he was right.

Fun: In the summers one of my brother's and I often got to go with Dad in the truck. It was so fun. Now I admit there were long hours of boredom, but if we had the chance Dad would take us somewhere fun on the trip. I still remember dragging him on a water ride at Busch Gardens over and over again.

My Dad spent Father's Day alone on the road, he's done that many times, tis the nature of his job. But I wanted him to know that I love him and appreciate all the sacrifices he has made for me through the years.


This Weekend with Uncle Dennis & Aunt Cathy!



Uncle Dennis and Aunt Cathy with the two most important boys in my life. And Grandma Helen with the boys

This weekend we spent the weekend with Matt's Uncle Dennis and Aunt Cathy. We drove to their place with Matt's Grandma Helen on Friday afternoon and we had such a nice time. Uncle Dennis and Aunt Cathy have been like a second set of parents to Matt as he was growing up. Now they are another set of Grandparents to our boys. The boys think they are great! Thanks Uncle Dennis and Aunt Cathy for your gracious hospitality, we love you!

Summer Fun

Summer FUNThe pool is still a big hit! The whole family has been enjoying it this week. Yesterday, when Daddy came home for lunch he surprised the boys by jumping in with them for a few minutes. "Moments made eternity" is the phrase that comes to mind, not that the pool is that big of deal, but the fact that Daddy took time out of his very busy day to stop and have fun with them.
The other day as I was out watering the seed & straw, I noticed the boys running around
on the porch. Josiah yelled something about a snack, but I couldn't understand all he said. I did the thing mothers of very verbal children often do, I said something like "really or OK." When I came back up on the porch I saw a table set up with the following items on it for the "snack": chocolate frosting, 4 bottles of water, butter, ham, cheese, english muffins, & yogurt. The boys were in the process of bringing chairs out for us to sit on. I was shocked at how quickly they had emptied the frig and set up our "snack". I adjusted the snack contents a little and then we enjoyed a snack.

Last week Josiah started his Summer Violin Lessons. He will only
be taking 4 lessons this summer so Micah has been coming with us. Mondays are special days since the boys enjoy getting to watch videos on the way to lesson and then getting to have lunch at McDonalds. Not to mention, they get to be with some of their friends before and after lessons, so that is a real treat.

As promised, here is a little blurb on chore charts. My dear friend just got home from a Home Educators Convention. She was sharing some of the great ideas she got there. She mentioned chore charts, which is not a new concept by any stretch, but it refreshed the idea for me. I searched the Internet for a printable chore chart that would be free and fun, I found several, but none that fit our needs. Since we have pre-readers I needed something with pictures. I got the idea to take photos of tasks the boys do and print them at Wally World. You can go to the Kodak Kiosk and print 9 little photos on a 4 x 6 for $.28 a copy. I went to a web-site and printed a chore chart, and then cut it apart to make a chore chart with photos.(I can replace the chore section weekly.) The boys have certain chores that must be accomplished before they can go out and play. This saves me "nagging" to get things done. I just say, "are your chores done, so you can go out and play?" It doesn't take much time at all, once they get started (since chores for little ones our boy's age, aren't too intense), however, it does ensure that we get things done that are important, teaches them to be workers, and makes the household run more smoothly. Not to mention, the boys LOVE marking things off their charts. If they have a completed chart at the end of the week they get to choose to go on a date alone with Mommy or Daddy. This reward also gets alone, quality time for each boy with either Matt or I. BTW, our "dates" are nothing terribly time consuming or expensive. This week Josiah wants to go to the wood shop with Matt and start on a project. Other options are going out for ice cream, going to the park, or for a walk.

Well, I need to run. The boys are up from their naps now and I need to start dinner. I hope you all are enjoying your summer as well.

Little Things

Well it has been a very full week! Nothing over-the-top, just busy. Last night we took Matt's mom and her husband out for dinner for Mother's Day. I know we are a bit late, but she works at Wal-Mart now and is a busy woman. We had a nice time. She, in typical Grandma fashion, came bestowing gifts. She picked up a kid's swimming pool for the boys on sale at Wally World (it's nice to have a Wally World Employee in the fam.) I spent a good deal of this afternoon filling and setting up the crazy thing. It's one of those 980 gallon kind that you have to level the ground add sand etc... The boys will love it, and I'm sure I lost 980 lbs out there in the hot sun setting it up. (do I hear moans of compassion and sighs of "what an amazing woman that Julia is?) OK, it wasn't that big of deal, but I felt like quite the martyr setting it up. :) The boys and I will try it out when they get up from their naps. (Go ahead laugh, I am getting in the kiddie pool!)

Another, real chart topper this week has been the spreading of top soil, planting of grass seed and spreading of straw. Not a big deal you say? Oh I beg to differ. I can't tell you the joy that floods my heart as I gaze out upon the straw in our soon-to-be-front yard. We are the kind of people who get ill if we have a lot of debt. (seriously, my stomach actually hurts if our debt to income ratio gets a little out of whack.) So we do things slowly. We just bought our first pieces of new furniture last year. Until then, we had been living perfectly fine with hand me down and yard sale furniture. You can't know the joy a couch will bring you, when you've been using a couch cover to hide tweed. It is the same with a yard. For a year now we have been living with mud and dirt. In Illinois we either have too much rain or not enough, it seems. So we were either tracking through mud or swimming in dust. So Monday night at 11pm Matt and I finished spreading straw on our front lawn and down the driveway sides. I am one excited Momma! I spent an hour and a half watering it this morning. I am considering blaring classical music out the windows to encourage it's healthy development, it can't hurt right?

I got an idea from a friend this week concerning chore charts. I have been surprised at how excited Josiah gets to "mark things off" his chore chart. I'll have to post more on that later. Well, that's all for now. Nap time is almost over, I hear the pool calling. (Don't laugh!)

Memorial Day

I hope all of you had a nice Holiday Weekend. I used to feel a little guilty for having fun on Memorial Day. After all, the holiday is about remembering those who have paid the ultimate price for our freedom. Then I heard a Mother of a Soldier in Iraq say that her son told her that he was over there fighting so that she could enjoy life. Her spin on this was, that by enjoying life and our free, relatively care-free lives (compared to those who worry about being bombed at the grocery store) we are honoring those who fought to make sure we could live this way. If there is truth in that, we really were honoring the fallen on Monday. Monday was spent catching up on things, then Monday night we enjoyed a cookout at a friend's house. We had such a nice time, with games, food, and great conversation. We truly are a blessed people.

Before I close I thought I'd share a "Silly Siah" Moment: The other day, I put the boys in the car to go to our cleaning job. When I got in, I remembered something that was in the house that I needed. I jumped out of the car to go get what I needed. As I walked behind the car, the thought crossed my mind of what would happen if the car backed over me. (those of you with vivid imaginations understand these kinds of thoughts, the rest of you think I'm sick.) Anyway, I thought about how awful it would be for the boys to be stuck in the garage not knowing what to do, if I got hurt. So when I got back in the car I started telling Josiah that if Mommy ever got hurt or seemed like she was asleep and he couldn't wake me up he should go to the phone and dial 911 and tell the people who answer that I was hurt. I thought that was enough for him to take in for one day, so I told him I would teach him our address the next day, because that would help the lady at 911. He said, "we're in the car with nothing to do, why don't we use this time to learn it?" I laughed and said, "OK!" We went over it several times then I asked him, "Now Siah if Mommy gets hurt and you ask me if you should call 911 and I say yes or if I don't answer what do you do?" He did pretty well telling me the steps he would go through. I was surprised at how much he retained so I said, "You are really smart to remember all that!" and he took his index finger and made circle motions around his temples and said, "do you know how I'm so smart?" and I said, "no, how?" and he said, "Well, I eat a lot of Smarties and they get up in my brain and make me smart!" He was serious and still is convinced that Smarties are smart-pills. I may have to use Smarties in the future for getting other parental instruction to stick. :)

Papa & Nanny - oh what fun!

Well, we made the LOOOOOONG trip to Michigan. Once we get there it is worth the effort, but oh, how we dread the drive. We went to Matt's niece, Savannah's kindergarten graduation on Thursday night.(see photo). We decided to leave after her graduation. (we figured the kiddos would sleep all the way up.) Savannah is Matt's brother Greg's daughter and she got to come with us to Michigan. Greg is in the National Guard and had duty this weekend, so we got to keep Savannah. The boys were so excited that Savannah got to go to Papa and Nanny's house with them.

We only got about 10 minutes down the road, and Micah started coughing, got choked and vomited. (very nice in a car with 5 people.) Fortunately, we were only a mile from the exit that "Issac & Becca" live on so we called to see if we could stop by and clean up. What wonderfully gracious friends to let us barge in at 11pm and bathe Micah and lend us a fresh car seat and cleaning supplies. They are dear friends, and our heroes that night.

We got to MI Friday morning and Matt and I spent the day trying to recover from an "all-nighter". (this was much easier to do in college) Saturday morning, Mom, Savannah and I went shopping. When we got home Dad and our family went kite flying. It is amazing how much fun you can have with $1 kites.

Savannah enjoyed chasing her kite's tail while Aunt Julia flew it. But nothing doing for the boys, they wanted to pilot their own crafts. It brought back so many memories. I spent many hours as a kid chasing down fallen kites. My Dad always made special tails for the kites and parachute "men" to send up the kite line. As always, Dad was faithful to create a "parachute" to send up our kite lines this time too. (it doesn't work so well with $1 kites) :)

Daddy & Siah

Too Fun!

That evening we went back to Dad and Mom's and played with Nanny in the yard and ordered pizza. For 6, 4, and 2 year olds it doesn't get any better than that. (not too bad at 34 either!)

I realize as I get older, that I appreciate my parent's more with each passing year. They didn't do everything perfectly. In fact, I can see many things in my own life that are the result of lack of training. However, I never doubt that they did the best they could for us. I know they have regrets, because they're not afraid to tell us what they wish they could go back and change. In the end, that's what makes me admire them so much. We all are bound to make mistakes, but my parents are big enough to not excuse their mistakes, but own them, and that makes them good parents. They haven't stopped parenting us, by their admission of mess ups, they continue to train me to not make the same mistakes and they keep me humble. I know as hard as I am trying right now to train our boys to be the best they can be, to give them the tools they will need to be prepared for whatever God has for them, I know in spite of all that, I am missing some stuff. I don't know what it is, but they will, once they are adults. I hope and pray they will know that we, like our parents, did the best we could and they will stand on our shoulders, learn from our mistakes and give their kids something even better. (I really didn't mean to get all serious, I just want to honor my folks)

Well, we're home now. It feels good to be in our own beds, back to routine. (Can you believe I ever traveled full-time?) I hear Micah waking from his nap, so I suppose I should close this post and sit him on the potty. (No accidents today....yet!) :)

The Other Side of the Fence

To quote one of my favorite songs from my favorite music artist http://www.samthedummy.com/

Oh what a wonderful day

Come on, admit it

be it sunny or gray

Don't you forget it

Every hour is super special

I, for one, am happy to be alive

Oh what a glorious day

I'm filled with wonder

At the wonderful way

That even thunder

Can remind me Who is holding

Every moment anyway

What a wonderful day!

We had such a nice day yesterday. I, like so many of you, was thinking especially of my incredible Mother. I know often she feels like she hasn't accomplished much in life, but her life is continuing to influence down through the generations. I am looking forward to celebrating Mother's Day with her next weekend. The boys are pumped about heading to Papa and Nanny's. It's been too long since we've made it up there, but alas a 7 hour trip with a 4 year old and a 2 year old is not what we do often, for obvious reasons.

Yesterday, we enjoyed a worshipful day with dear friends. Matt made muffins for breakfast (we always have muffins on Sunday mornings) , and I was presented a lovely gift that I have had on my wish list for quite some time. As always, the boys and Matt made me a very unique card. It was shaped like a pyramid and Matt said it was for their "mummy" because I was one of the "wonders of the world". Goofy, I know, but I loved it.

After church we went to our neighbor's (and dear friends, I might add) house for a picnic. The boys enjoyed a golf cart ride with the neighbor girls, who happen to be two of their favorite people.

I will spare you the details of the whole day, but we did have such a nice day. Both Matt and I were unable to be with our Mom's on this special day, we don't think there is anything sacred about the particular day however, so we plan to be with them both later this week.

I was talking with a good friend last week about "the other side of the fence" and it was another good perspective aligning conversation. It is, by human nature, a most easy thing to look at others and think, "now they have it all together" or "if only I had their life " or "boy, sure wish I could do what so-and-so gets to do". Earlier that day I had listened to a Focus on the Family broadcast on Singleness. This particular friend is single and I wanted to get her take on what I had heard. As I spoke with my friend we realized something, the old saying, "the grass seems greener on the other side of the fence" is so true. I had always thought of that saying as a one-way thing though. The people who have it good, are on the other side. While I would admit that the other side had a higher water bill and had to be mowed more often, it was still greener.

My friend and I realized that, the grass is not greener, it's different. In our flesh we tend to think that we're always missing something. Kind of like when my kiddos are each enjoying a snack, they both have a treat, but they want to taste the one the other has. Don't get me wrong, I love my life and wouldn't trade it, but there are times when my single/no kids girlfriends go shopping or out for ice cream late at night and inside I sigh and think, "boy their grass is really green." Then I hear my single friends say, "you get to go home to a house full of people", and I can almost hear them sigh and say, "boy, her grass is greener." The point is, it's not. It's just different, and on my side of the fence their are weeds, just like on your side. On the other hand, on my side of the fence there is a lot of sunshine and flowers, but I bet there is on yours too. So I think the point is, in whatsoever state we are in, in that we should be content. Contentment, now that sounds like a way to enjoy the grass we have. Elisabeth Elliot warned us to not lose the joy of today by always looking for the joy of tomorrow. So I'm going to enjoy my grass, weeds and all. I hope you do the same.