Happiness is Simple

Happiness is simple.

Maybe I should say it like this instead-Simple makes me happy.

Simplicity makes me happy.

I am not saying that happiness is easy. (But it definitely isn’t as hard as people make it)

I am saying that keeping things simple is a key to my happiness.

I can say this as a fact:

I AM TRULY HAPPY

It’s that simple! Or maybe I’m simple (okay I know, enough of the word play with the word simple)

I am happy!

Definition:Happy-characterized by or indicative of pleasure, contentment, or joy.

I am content, I am joyful, I love my life!

I am grateful!

Happiness is a choice, it is not a destination. I decide that I am going to be happy and it’s not some place that I am going, it is right where I am.

I FIND JOY WHERE I AM.

That is what brings me contentment.

I find real joy in the everyday. Simple things. Not in material worldly things like what the commercials on TV tell me I need to be happy, but in the amazing beauty of the gifts that my God has given me.

First and foremost, the gift of salvation. I have the gift of eternal life because my Savior died for my sins.

My husband.

My marriage.

My children.

My family.

I am surrounded by things that make me happy. That brings me joy. I take the time to appreciate them and that is another key to my happiness.

Something else that I find joy in that makes me happy is- sharing it with others.

That can be done in many ways. Some as simple as just smiling at someone while I’m out and about or telling my kids a goofy joke(I have a lot of them). But I feel that I share it the best in my photography.

No, I am not a professional photographer, I am just a simple county gal who sees beauty in the world around me and I try to capture that to share with others. Most of the pictures I share here on the blog I took on our farm. The picture below I took over looking our farm, I finally found the perfect quote to describe it and that makes me happy.

Perfect isn’t it?

Don’t get me wrong my life isn’t perfect, no one’s is, but it is perfect for me.

I choose to roll with the punches, to find blessing in everything and

I choose to be happy.

I am not perfect, I am perfectly imperfect and I am perfectly happy.

Isn’t that simple?

Making Beauty From The Scraps

Making Beauty From The Scraps

I should have know that something was up.

Through out last week both of my children kept asking to help feed the horses, muck the stalls, clean the barn-anything that gave them some time in the barn. I thought they were enjoying the spring weather or just being out of the house.

I was wrong, they were not out there enjoying spring.

They were both out there up to something else.

Sometimes they were together, other times just one of them.

They were working hard.

It was a labor of love.

I’m not sure when they finished it.

But, I was presented with the beautiful, precious gift today. The day after Good Friday and the day before Easter.

My heart was bursting with thankfulness and love. My eyes teared up. I was (believe it or not) speechless.

And here it is❤️

It is a masterpiece and fills my heart in so many ways.

My children made this from scraps that they found around the farm.

Pieces that were broken, no good, of no use. So they were thrown away.

But my children made those broken, useless pieces into something beautiful.

Something beautiful that represents The One who takes the broken, the no good, the ones thought to be useless, worthless and He makes them beautiful.

What an amazing expression of love!

They took those scraps and built the symbol of my Savior. The cross that He died on for my sins and yours. The very symbol that takes my broken undeserving worldly ways-my sins, away. It takes them and turns it in to beautiful loving forgiveness- an amazing grace.

What an amazing gift of love- a symbol of the greatest act of love.

“Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, and that He was buried, and that He rose again the third day according to the Scriptures” 1 Corinthians 15:3b-4

Because He died for our sins we are a made new. We were broken, sinful, no good and He makes us in to something beautiful.

He died for you. For the forgiveness of your sins. Because He loves you.

Do you know this amazing grace? The unending Love of our Savior? Have you asked Him in to your heart and given Him your sins, your brokenness?

He will make beauty from the scraps.

To learn more you can visit:

https://peacewithgod.net/

What is that smell????

What is that smell?

That can be a dangerous question.

Just by hearing how it is asked is a predictor of if you want to know the answer or not.

Was it asked like this:

WHAT is THAT SMELL?

or What is that SMELL?

I would associate the first with a bad outcome. Such as that sippy cup of milk that somehow rolled under the couch and you didn’t know it was missing till you smelled it or-oh yeah,that bag of frozen food that when you had your teenager help carry groceries in from the car, they left it right BESIDE of the freezer and you didn’t see it there, even though you probably walked by it a few times. But your nose led you right to it after 2 days.

THE NOSE KNOWS!

But if asked the second way, something good is definitely around. Like when you first walk in to your Grandma’s house and you smell what is cooking. It smells familiar but you just can’t put your finer on it but you can’t wait to get your fingers in it. Or when you are shopping at the mall and smell a hint of a fragrance when passing the bath and body store and it smells so good you have to go in to see what fragrance it is.

Smell is really an amazing thing when you think about it. And is probably the most under appreciated of the five senses. It really amazes me how it triggers such strong memories. The smell of baby shampoo brings back so many memories of cuddling my babies. I really don’t think I put them down for their first few years of life, and every time I smell baby shampoo I truly feel my heart swell and I yearn for those cuddles again.

Are there any certain smells that do that to you?

It has been said that happiness has a smell.

I am sure that smell is something different for everyone but I’m also sure that the happiness comes from the memories that the smell triggers.

As you know, I live on a farm. So to say that I encounter many different smells in a day would be an understatement. And in my opinion that’s not a bad thing. Yes some aren’t as pleasant as others but overall it’s not so bad. Actually I rather enjoy it.

The smell of the hay when I walk in the barn, the smell of the honeysuckle blooming in the spring and the smell of the horses when I kiss their noses. So many good smells!

Have you ever stopped to think about what happiness smells like to you?

You may want to and I bet you will be pleasantly surprised the memories that come back to you.

Good Morning! It’s Monday!

Well Monday is here again.

The beginning of a brand new week.

And this week is going to be a great one!

Why do you ask?

Because I plan it that way.

I always start the week by planning how I would like it to go. So of course I’m planning on a great week. It doesn’t always turn out that way, but I give it my best shot.

Planning is a big part of making things run smoothly through the week. Not perfect but smoothly. Because you know something is gonna come out of nowhere and put a wrench in your plans, but if you have most everything else planned it is easier to adapt.

I try to motivate myself to sit down and make a game plan for the week by reminding myself that-

If you fail to plan, you plan to fail.

(Thank you Ben Franklin)

So I do my best to at least have somewhat of a plan for the upcoming week by Sunday evening.

One of the most important parts of that plan is my weekly menu. It is definitely not anything fancy but just simply what is for dinner during the week. This helps me to make my grocery list for the week to use on Monday morning when I go to the store after dropping the kids off at school.

Planning my menu has really helped my weeknight evenings be much more productive and less stressful. During the school year, evenings are very busy with music lessons and sports practices so when we finally make it home after all of that running I don’t have to figure out dinner and hope I have the ingredients I need.

I have quite a few recipes that I rotate in my menu planning. A lot of them are for a crockpot (a busy mom’s best friend). Some of them I have memorized because I use them so often, others I do not. I try new recipes out occasionally and sometimes they get put in the rotation.

So I thought that I would share some of them with you. Hopefully you will like them and maybe they will make it into your meal planning rotation. I will (try) to post a new one every Monday.

We will call it-

Meal Planner Monday

🙂

Here is my disclaimer-

I am a down home comfort food cookin gal.

These recipes will not be found on the Weight Watchers Point menu. They will not be vegetarian. They will not be super fancy.

But they will be nutritious. They will be fairly easy. They will be economical. And they will be delicious!

I hope you enjoy them!

Have a great week!

Somedays Running Late Is The Only Exercise I Get

According to my husband- if you aren’t early, then you are late.

Well then-I AM ALWAYS LATE.

He also says that I will be late for my own funeral. I’m not sure if that is possible, but if it is possible, he is probably right (he usually is).

Somedays (more like most days) running late is the only exercise I get. Yes, I am usually late. Is that a bad thing? Some would say it is. But I will tell you that I don’t do it intentionally. I don’t do it to be rude or disrespectful.

It is just part of who I am.

Perfectly Imperfect.

And I’m okay with that.

Maybe I should explain this a little better.

I am an eternal optimist.

I believe most people are good. I forgive people who I know don’t deserve it. I see beauty where others don’t. I can’t go past a baby, a puppy or a flower with out noticing and more than likely talking to it.

The Oxford Dictionary defines an optimist as follows:

Optimist

NOUN

Definition-a person who tends to be hopeful and confident about the future or the success of something.

Philosophy-a person who believes that this world is the best of all possible worlds or that good must ultimately prevail over evil.

So I guess you could say that my cup isn’t half empty.

It is overflowing (with sweet tea of course)!

But it also means that in my happy-go-lucky mind that I always have plenty of time. I have time to read one more chapter, I have time to get one more thing checked off of my list before I leave the house. I have time to stop and smell the roses. Although I really don’t have that time, I will be late. And I usually am.

I apologize if my tardiness has ever effected you or your plans. And, I apologize in advance because if I am part of your plans, it probably will. I hope that you understand why now.

I am an eternal optimist.

And I won’t apologize for that.

This morning as I was thinking about this (as I was running late getting my kids to school… again) I realized that today is the first day of spring. That made me think of a quote I had read about optimism.

“An optimist is the human personification of spring”-Susan J. Bissonette

How perfect is that quote for today?!

So go out and enjoy this first day of spring, even if it is raining there as it is here.

After all, rain is just liquid sunshine!

And remember, if I’m supposed to meet you, I will be there…. eventually.

I just stopped to smell the roses.

Carrots and Chocolate Cake

Did that title say carrots and chocolate cake?

Yes, it did.

Actually I could have titled it a few different things.

Like- Salad and Ice Cream,Kale Chips and Fudge Brownies, Salmon and Bacon.

All are things I should be eating and what I really eat instead.

Meal planning is very important. Remember that if you fail to plan you plan to fail. These are all things I try to tell myself as I sit here and stare at the blank grocery list before me.

I try.

I really do.

I make a sort of menu for the week before I go grocery shopping. I take my time, plan it out and make good choices. I think about what we have going on during the next week so I know what days the kids need lunches for school. I take into account what evenings we have activities which will determine if it needs to be a quick meal or possibly left overs and also what I can fix that everyone will eat. A lot of thought and planning goes into feeding your family healthy meals.

So I make my list and head to the store. I get all of the fruits and vegetables listed. I get all of the lean meat and whole grains to follow the menu for the week. I stick to the plan and head to the registers.

Hey what is that on sale over there?

Oreos?

That’s a good deal. I’ll get some for the kids as a treat when they get home from school.

Oh no, I forgot the frozen corn. Guess I have to head over to the freezer section.

Ice cream is BOGO this week?

Guess I should get 2.

And so it begins. The implosion of my healthy menu.

I have good intentions. And as long as everything is in moderation it will be fine.

Until everyone else has gone to bed and I remember the Oreos I bought and eat half a package by myself.

Until the kids “don’t feel” like eating what I made for dinner and they want something else and I’m too tired to argue so I just tell them that they can find something else to eat because I already made a meal. Then they walk out of the kitchen with a bowl of ice cream.

I had good intentions.

Really I did.

HELP!I’m talking and I can’t shut up!

I have a confession to make.

I talk to myself.

A lot.

Sometimes I even answer myself.

Sometimes during the day that is the only social interactions that I have.

Well, human social interactions that is.

My husband works out of town quite a bit. My children are in school most of the day and and all of my friends have full time jobs. My job during the day is taking care of our home and farm. So two way conversations don’t happen around here during the day.

Other than to myself.

I am not lonely. I just have a lot to say. It may be something as small and insignificant as how I noticed that my daffodils are blooming or something as big as the oven is broke and if anyone wants to eat around here we need to buy a new one.

I have many things that I am responsible for and if I don’t say things out loud I can’t keep myself straight. If anyone was listening to me they would surely think I was crazy!

But someone is listening.

Actually I do talk to someone other than myself that listens all day.

They just don’t respond.

I talk to the dogs, the cats,the chickens and the horses.

So really, I’m not just talking to myself. And I’m not crazy.

Right?

No, I’m not crazy, I’m just perfectly imperfect.

(There I go again)

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Ain’t nobody got time for that!

I have always wanted to start a blog. It is one of those things that I have never gotten to cross off of my list.

Until now.

I am a farm wife, a mama, a daughter, a sister and a friend. Blogger was not a title that I had time to add.I have children to care for and a farm to run. That is a lot of mouths to feed! I have a home to run and keep clean. I have errands to run and calls to make.

Start a blog???

Ain’t nobody got time for that!

The to do list never ends!

Until it has to.

About a month ago I had to have a fairly major surgery. So no heavy lifting or exerting myself for 6-8 weeks. So what does that mean for someone who isn’t used to stopping? Who is usually the one to take care of everyone and everything.

It is hard to accept.

To sit and watch what you normally do (your way) being done by someone else is hard to deal with. It is hard to accept help when you are the one usually helping. That being said, I am very grateful for all of the help that we have received. Our farm and home couldn’t have kept running without the help of our amazing family. The meals that they provided, the help on the farm and the help running the kids kept everything running like a well oiled machine. And I am very grateful.

But, that left a lot of time on my hands.

Time that I have had to slow down and reflect on my many blessings.

Time to think.

Time to rest.

Time to heal.

Time to start a blog.

So please follow me on this journey as I share how I simply live as a perfectly imperfect farm wife.

To learn more please visit the Introduction and About Me pages.

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