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A New Beginning

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A New Beginning

It’s time again. I’m ready. On my last post over on blogger, I said perhaps I would blog again one day. That day has come.img_20180729_1827031Many happy healing things have happened since that day. So many things. So many things that I’m not even going to name them all on this first post–assuming that that was even a possibility, which it isn’t. img_20180610_110815For now I’ll just say that we found this amazing little cabin on a hill, in the woods, with four acres around it–and we can call it our own. It’s mostly the shenanigans and adventures of our lives on this resting spot that I’d like to to share with you.img_20180417_203011I share, not just for your benefit, but for mine. To remember well the blessings that God has given us in this season of our lives. img_20180517_134521So here’s to a new chapter. Welcome! It’s nice to be writing again. It’s nice to have you here.img_20180610_1850531

4 responses to “A New Beginning”

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    Arla

    I’m delighted. Can’t wait to read on.

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    Amy Burkey

    Perfect! I think this is what blogging should be about!

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    Francis

    This is perfect Lisl. Love it.

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    Christina

    Wonderful!

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Hello,

I’m Lisl

Herein lie the events, ponderings, people, and animals that make up the cacophony of our life.

Pictures of farm and family

Church on the patio. Here we are waiting for the livestream to start. We got to church and it was so packed out that we left, opting to watch church with my dad who was home with a bad ear infection, rather than watch church on a screen in an overflow area at church. Then we stayed for lunch and the guys played Monopoly. There. I took pictures today. Bag balm and the moth. The only picture I took today. I'm struggling to make the pictures happen and it bothers me. One never knows where they will find their teenager. The kids are asking about Bible translations. They have the right man for a dad. They won't go out into the world without an understanding of how we got our Bible and how different translations happened. Chickens in the morning, waiting to be let out. My mom took this lovely picture of my house in spring. And my family came over to help us use up the compost pile. There's more, by the way, if any of you locals need it for your gardens. Fiona finally made her appearance on Monday. Directly followed by her mother's milk fever the following day and then ketosis after that. Freyja certainly did the jersey thing. She's recovering and I think she'll be just fine. Today it was spring. The rest of the week maybe not so much. Malcolm the turkey is gorgeous in his pristine plumage. The goats are pregnant with 2 weeks to go. Freckles the goose is meaner than second skimmings because his lady is nesting. Bitsy is the oldest chicken in the farm I think and still sporting her rediculous foot feathers. The chicken beside her is the daughter of a beloved chicken I lost in a water trough incident. The amount of chaos involved from me lobbying this morning to get that washer and dryer out of Havilah's room so she could have more space was worth it. Still have a few steps in the basement to do before I can wash laundry but we will be fine. Thanks to my mom and dad and Gideon (who I don't even have a picture of) for all the help. Havilah was Bible quizzing in Iowa today and yesterday. It was a perfect surprise.