A Little Twinge

by adustyframe ~ October 5th, 2015

Once in awhile, when I hear of someone having another baby, I get a little twinge. Especially when it’s someone who JUST had a baby. Or someone who says, “I think we’ll have a baby next year” and they DO!

I’m not sure what it’s a twinge of. I’m not jealous. I know that’s not it.

I’m not coveting their baby. I know that’s not it.

I am not wishing I was younger. Ok well……

It’s not really regret because I did not choose to only have 2 children.

It’s not being unthankful because I am overwhelmed with gratitude that God chose to give us one baby and then another after so many years.

I think just once in awhile, it’s because my dream was to have a houseful of children.

It’s too late for that. That ship has sailed (and possibly sunk….).

I don’t actually WANT to birth another child. I’m still recovering from the effects of the last birth.

I think it’s just that my dream was to have lots of children. When I see how cool these 2 are, I wonder how cool other children would have been.

But, I’m not writing my story….God is. I didn’t make the choices that led to not having a husband around for so long (a pretty crucial part of the equation).

When I get that twinge, I still haven’t decided what it is I’m feeling. I will have to give it to God and let Him help me sort it out.

I know that I’m more than blessed with any children much less the two God gave me. I’m not crying that I only have 2 children or equating myself with someone who cannot have children.

I just once in awhile get that twinge.



by adustyframe ~ September 26th, 2015

It went well. I’ve had considerable pain but each day is a little better.

I’m laying around sleeping and snoozing all day.

Lee and James are doing a great job of taking care of me.

Lee has to go back to work on Monday and I have some details to figure out when he’s back to work and I’m not driving yet. If you can pray that I’ll be feeling way better by the time he goes back to work and that I can figure out the details that would be wonderful!
Thank you


To Tell My Story Is To Tell Of Him

by adustyframe ~ September 21st, 2015

I’ve heard this song several times before but yesterday, I was listening to the words in the car.

James was with a friend and baby was sleeping in his car seat. We were on our way home from church and this song came on.

The lyrics struck me and I’ve been thinking about them ever since.

This blog is telling you our story. Perhaps not every part of our story but lots of it and the parts where God brought us through deep waters.

I hope that when I’ve told our story, I’ve told of Him. I want to remember in the future to tell of Him when I share my story no matter what parts I’m sharing.

Current struggles, past hard times, the good times–all of them need to reflect my telling of Him.

For the grace that is greater than all my sin
Of when justice was served and where mercy wins
Of the kindness of Jesus that draws me in
Oh to tell you my story is to tell of Him
Oh to tell you my story is to tell of Him

This is my story, this is my song
Praising my savior all the day long

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From Outside The Frame

by adustyframe ~ September 18th, 2015

outside the frame



The mystery of the tomato pin cushion is solved! HT to Robin!

11 service projects kids can do
We made this Amish Oatmeal Bake two times for meals we took to families in our area. Both times, it was approved by the teen boys in the family.

I got this for while I’m recuperating. I’m also considering the new Jan Karon book to help me recuperate!


Have you found any good links lately that you can share with me?



I Take It Back

by adustyframe ~ September 13th, 2015

Many years ago, I wrote a  post on here that I can’t seem to find right now. I said that the things we were going through felt like someone had aimed a gun at us and blasted us to  pieces and we were all lying around bleeding.

You’ve probably read some of my posts where people say stupid things about prison or jail and read that I don’t like it when people do that. I went so far as to contact a blogger one time about her silly comment that she’d like to go to prison so she’d have time to rest. She didn’t reply and I blogged about that.

Well, recently, someone in our church lost  family members to a horrific senseless random shooting. It  was (and is) devastating.

Today, I saw her in church worshiping. Her hands were raised during one of the songs, and I was imagining how very deeply personal the words felt to her because of her situation.

Then I thought about that blog post I had written saying this felt like someone shot us. I doubt she will ever read my blog but I wanted to come home and blog about this.

I don’t know how it feels to be shot. She does. She was also shot and endured many days in the hospital.

I don’t know how it feels to see my loved ones bleeding to death. She does and I can’t even imagine.

When I said those things it really did feel that way to me. It was a word picture of sorts. But the truth is I do NOT know what it feels like to see my loved ones bleeding and I don’t know how it feels to have a shooter rip my life to shreds.

If I ever find that post, I will amend it.

I wish people who joke about jail would listen when someone who does know what it feels like. I wish they wouldn’t stubbornly hold onto their word picture or justify it because it felt right at the time.

Here’s what I hope is the difference in me….that when I realize I was wrong and that I have no clue how it feels or what it’s like that I stand up and say, “I was wrong. It’s nothing like that.” If she had ever read my blog and sent me a comment that I did not understand what it felt like to watch my family members bleed to death, I hope I’d never be the blogger who ignored her and stood by my story because that’s not the type of person I want to be.

I take it back. I don’t know what it feels like and I’m sorry that she knows. It breaks my heart every time I see her and I pray for the peace that only God can give her heart.

**If you want to know about their story, pm me. If I recognize your name, I’ll send you some links. It made national news at the time but I don’t want to share their names here.**



by adustyframe ~ September 12th, 2015

An inmate offers to donate bone marrow for a judge who helped incarcerate him. Read the story.



by adustyframe ~ September 8th, 2015

Throughout my life, I’ve dealt with fear. I know this comes from my mom (ultimately from the devil!) because she worried about so many things and we picked up on that “vibe” for lack of a better word.

I remember laying awake all night because I was worried there would be a fire and I wanted to help get my brother out (he was little).

I remember laying awake all night when James was little because I was afraid someone would kidnap him.

When Lee was first gone, I experienced a LOT of fear being alone at night.

Having a new helpless little guy has once again put me in a place where I’m afraid of ridiculous things. I KNOW they are ridiculous and I KNOW it’s wrong. I KNOW fear isn’t of God so it’s obviously from the devil.

I’m thinking about my upcoming surgery, and I’m afraid I’ll die. OK how stupid does that sound?! I KNOW it’s too much….this is not right.

I asked some friends to pray for me to trust more than I worry.

It comes and goes. I’m not paralyzed by fear but sometimes I’ll think about the surgery and think about “What if I die?” and then I think, “I better hurry up and catch up the baby’s scrapbook because Lee will have NO CLUE where all the scraps and funny stories and things are to include.”

This morning, when a fearful thought came to me, I quoted, “God has not given us the spirit of fear…..” and that reminder helped me.

You can pray for me.


What Are You Reading?

by adustyframe ~ September 4th, 2015

I’m working on a book James read for school last year.

Code Talker about the Navajo who helped the US government during WWII. They created a code in Navajo that the Nazis could never crack. It’s really interesting. I had misplaced the book and just found it tonight. Guess where it was? On the bookshelf (ugg)

I’m also slowly reading Anne Bradstreet it’s also interesting.

On my Kindle, I’m reading a book about a Muslim woman’s conversion to Christ and yes it’s interesting too.

Our church had a book sale  to benefit the church library and I found a bunch of Ted Dekker books that look interesting. I hope to dig into one of them soon.

I still have piles of books to read and books I’ve started and not returned to yet. I still have 100′s of books on my Kindle too.

There’s never any shortage of reading material around here.

What are you reading? Is it interesting?

That leads to another question……what do you do when you are truly not enjoying a book?

I usually feel guilty and think I should finish it if I started it. There are very few I’ve started that I’ve not finished.

When I was pregnant with Nathan, I was reading some book about bodies and what happens when we die and how science uses bodies. I just could NOT read another word of it and I threw it away.

A friend recommended the book One Drop to me and I read it but it was so tedious. The story itself was interesting but it was just way too long with too many details. I rejoiced when I finished that book!


**Pretty please if you buy one of these book from Amazon (or anything from Amazon) Would you consider using my search box on the side to go to Amazon? I get a little credit and it doesn’t cost you anything else :)


We Never Walk Alone

by adustyframe ~ August 30th, 2015

I heard this song this weekend and paid better attention to the lyrics.

If ever a song described the path my life (and Lee’s and our children) has taken, this is surely one.

What about you? Does it apply to you?

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His Presence

by adustyframe ~ August 25th, 2015

My husband got home this morning.

He was getting ready to leave to run some errands and he gave me a kiss on the back of the neck (swoon!)

All afternoon, I could smell his cologne. Mmmmm…… but it made me think if he wasn’t around, I wouldn’t be sniffing his cologne long after I spent time with him.

Then I thought that in some ways that’s how we should be with the Lord. We  should be able to tell He was there after we spend time with Him. Traces of His presence should hover around us all day long after we spent time with Him.

I think that those around us should be able to tell He was present in our lives long after time spent with Him too.

What do you think?