Here are a few tips for making sure your girls and guys are in tip-top-shape for baby making.
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I have been so excited to share this, I can hardly stand it! We've jumped on one of the latest bar-soap fads...yep...DISH SOAP. Bar dish soap. I know it sounds weird, but hear me out. Bar soap is more environmentally friendly than liquid, both for the way it is made, what it is made with, and how it is packaged. Bar soap boasts no harmful preservatives or expensive plastic bottle packaging. Also, you have to figure that much of your bottled dish soap is actually water. That means, you are wasting $$ paying for water to wash your dishes, and you will struggle to use a limited amount because it squeezes quickly and easily from a bottle. Yep, that's clever marketing right there.
Bar dish soap is sounding much better already, isn't it?! But wait, there's more! Ours isn't any 'ol bar dish soap...it's FELTED with naturally antimicrobial wool.. You are now free to toss the yucky bacteria-growing sponge sitting on your sink because THIS soap comes with a built-in washcloth that will never allow bacterial growth and can even continue to be used as a scrubby once the bar soap has been completely used up. This, folks, is FELTED BAR DISH SOAP with Orange Essential Oil and it's da bomb. But wait, there's...just kidding, I'll stop lol Now you have sparkly dishes, softer hands, saved money, promoted a family business, and saved the world all with less than an Andrew Jackson. Whew, July, where did you go? It feels a bit like nothing has happened, and yet everything has changed in the blink of an eye. We drilled for water and came up dry (literally) and the new (old) baler we bought for this year's hay harvest caught fire and is now being completely rebuilt. Small challenges, it seems, to the affairs of the world right now. But surely, disappointing! We hoped to have the farm ready to move in on this summer, but it looks like it will be another year at least. Usually, I am at peace with this, but I do struggle with the feeling that time is being wasted...wasted in trips back and fourth from home to farm and farm to home, wasted in loss of life and vegetable produce since we are not there 24/7 to "police" the sheep and keep them out of our garden (HAHAHA...SNIFFLE) or keep chickens safe from predators. Money wasted renting. Money wasted in burned fuel. Etc. Etc. It's hard, because the farm is where my heart is.
Or is it? Sometimes small scale farming can be a really difficult job to see any success in. Really long days, (like, 5:30 AM to 9:30 PM most days) and a lot of physically challenging work. As a family we love it, are good at it, and thrive on it. But I can also be very good at putting my nose to the grindstone and plugging along, trying to ignore little feelings of frustration with how little progress we seem to make with our little piece of heaven in the hills, until it all bubbles out in tears one day. But then, I am so thankful for God's gentle reminders that my heart is His...and therefore I would be remis to put my treasure and trust in two of the three English noun categories (you know, places and things, lol) As much as we may want or think we need something RIGHT NOW, it is humbling and comforting to be directed, and see doors open and shut. And I hope that with every new development, my heart will stay focused. I REALLY don't want to be remembered for my hard work, where I lived, how much, or how little I had. I want to be unmentionable, in that way. Because honestly, everything good has been given to me by a loving and caring Father. Not because I deserve it or earned it, but because He is so, so good, and loves to give his children good gifts in his perfect timing. Sometimes it's hard to understand why things happen the way they do, but in the end, I know there is a reason and a plan! Matt 6:19-21 |
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HELLOI'm Lydia. Mom to one wild barefoot fluffy headed toddler, a herd of cows, flock of sheep, a group of too many chickens and a neglected garden that against all odds, survives. Married to a wonderful husband with an equal number of titles and jobs...Dad, bro, (also as in, "bro, get over here gimme a hug") hydro-electric power plant mechanic, volunteer firefighter, fixer of all things with wheels and engines. (Ya, I'm proud of him.) Farm life, family, coffee, and Jesus make my world go round. Archives
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