Praise You, Almighty Father

He hath shewed thee, O man, what is good; and what doth the LORD require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God? Micah 6:8

Our heavenly Father, I do thank you and give You the praise, for:~

• Providing us with Home Help to help with the mopping and vacuuming while we so desperately need it.
• My husband – he has spent much time recently cutting firewood so that we won’t go cold this winter. The temperature today means that winter is on its way, and it won’t be long before we have to light the combustion fire.
• Our children, who have been a tremendous help in and around the home and our farm, helping with chores that my husband would normally do, not expecting anything in return, just happy to help.
• Friends - blogging friends and IRL friends in particular, who have taken up the mantle of prayer for us recently, and we have been hearing the answers to those prayers. Firstly, my back was finally diagnosed with having four disc bulges (one anterior and three posterior), and the physio is now working on repairing them. Then, we have been struggling with completing the housework each week, but now we have received an answer to that prayer in the way of Home Help – praise God!
• Farm-fresh goats’ milk – our goats are continuing to supply us with goats’ milk, enough for our cooking and for drinking, too.
• Our church, whose building is going ahead. We saw the plans yesterday, and it is very functional and beautiful.
• Balmy autumn weather – I know that it has to come to an end, soon, but I am relishing the time while the days are warm, sunny and the leaves are beginning to fall.
• Sending Your Son to die in our place, a substitutionary sacrifice, the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world. Through Him our relationship with You is restored, we have access through Him to You and He lives in my heart.

Jennifer, from My Chocolate ♥ hosts Praise each week, and for this I am extremely thankful – care to join, pop on over.

Lest We Forget…

The Anzac tradition was established during World War I when the ANZACS landed at Gallipoli in Turkey on 25th April, 1915. This place is now called ANZAC Cove, and there are Dawn services held in Gallipoli each year to commemorate the landing of the ANZACS.

Rosemary was believed to make the memories stronger by the Ancient Greeks, and this idea continues today as people remember those who have died in war. Red Poppies were the first signs of life in northern France and Belgium after World War I, and the poppy has been adopted as a part of the ANZAC tradition, for it shows that the thousands of servicemen and women are not forgotten.

The name “Digger” originated during World War I and is the slang term used for Australian and New Zealand soldiers. The Diggers were especially good at digging tunnels which provided them with shelter from enemy attack.

Another ANZAC tradition is the ANZAC Biscuit, which is made from rolled oats, plain flour, sugar, dessicated coconut, butter, golden syrup, boiling water and bicarbonate of soda. These biscuits were made as a bread substitute for soldiers fighting in hostile conditions, and they kept for a long time. They were very hard, although there are now recipes that make them more palatable and softer on the palate.

The Dawn Service is held at dawn on the 25th April each year, and this has its traditions in routine within the Australian Army even today. The time just before dawn was the time when the enemy was most likely to attack, so the soldiers were woken before dawn so that they could be in position and alert, and this is known as stand-to. It is common for a minute’s silence to be held during these dawn services to reflect on what these brave soldiers did when they fought, and in many cases  died for us, and as a sign of respect.

The Last Post is played during the Dawn services to serve as a tribute to the soldiers who so valiantly gave their lives for us.The Ode (in bold below) is the fourth stanza of the poem, “For the Fallen” which was written by Laurence Binyon in 1914 to honour the many British troops who lost their lives on the Western front of World War I.

For the Fallen

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children
England mourns for her dead across the sea,
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow,
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again,
They sit no more at familiar tables of home,
They have no lot in our labour of the daytime,
They sleep beyond England’s foam.

But where our desires and hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the night.

As the stars shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are stary in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

Mary had a Little Lamb

I have never read “Mary had a Little Lamb” written like this before – have you?

Mary had a little lamb,
His fleece was white as snow,
And everywhere that Mary went,
The Lamb was sure to go.
He followed her to school each day,
‘Twasn’t even in the rule.
He made the children laugh and play,
To see a Lamb at school.
And then the rules all changed one day,
Illegal it became,
To bring the Lamb of God to school,
Or even speak His name.
Everyday got worse and worse,
And days turned into years.
Instead of hearing children laugh,
We heard gunshots and tears.
What must we do to stop the crime,
That’s in our schools today?
Let’s let the Lamb come back to school,
And teach our kids to pray.

Housework ~ Did I Say Housework?

Housework ~ did I say housework? Now, I truly did hear sighs and groans from some of you! Washing your mouth out with chocolate sounds like a wonderful excuse to indulge one’s chocolate addiction without feeling guilty, now doesn’t it?

These last few weeks have been incredibly difficult for us, but not just because of the pain aspect – it is more the frustration of knowing what needs to be done, but not being able to do it. Housework  (there’s that word again!), especially mopping and vacuuming make Thursdays a very long day, with my husband struggling through the vacuuming and my son mopping all of the floors and verandahs – then having to do his school work, as well. He is currently studying toward his year 12 certificate, so school work is not a walk in the park, either.

People from our church have asked whether they could help with the housework, but the sheer distance makes that unfeasible, as it is about 80 kilometres from church to our home! I really wouldn’t expect anybody to travel that sort of distance to do our mopping and vacuuming. However, we have taken them up on their offer to help with meals when my husband goes into hospital, for they will be very full days! In the meantime, we have been struggling along, and knowing that God would work things out.

When I visited the physio, he asked if we would benefit from home help, as I had spoken to him about the difficulties that we were facing on a week to week basis, and he said that he would approach the appropriate authorities in the local health service. We had our interview this morning, and they have said that we definitely qualify for a cleaner to come in to vacuum and mop the floors in the main living areas. With homeschooling, the main living areas include pretty much all of our home, except for my son’s sunroom and the guest bedroom. Praise God, for He truly does work all things out for our good!

While I am here, I would really like to thank everybody who have taken the time out of their busy lives to pray for us ~ your prayers are very much appreciated, and God will truly bless you for honouring Him.

…my friends!

Tea Talk

I’m Having:~
Dilmah Green tea in my favourite insulated stainless steel cup. This cup keeps my tea warm for a very long time, especially when we are studying in the school room. My two favourite teas are Dilmah Green Tea; and Lemon and Ginger Tea.

I’m Feeling:~

• Happy in the knowledge that our heavenly Father knows our situation, and works all things together for good.
• Tired – I was in bed before 9:00 p.m. last night, and slept soundly until my husband woke me at 6:30 a.m. this morning, but being anaemic again might have something to do with that. I will be glad when they work out why I am anaemic even after 10 iron injections – I’m seeing a gastrologist in May.
• Ecstatic that our children are responsible enough to simply do their school work without too much prompting.

On my Mind:~
My daughter has a long stitch that we gave to her about three years ago – very brave or very stupid, which is it? I haven’t ever tried long stitch or any form of stitchery work for that matter. I wonder whether I have bitten off more than I can chew??? I have told her that the next day she finishes her school work early, we will make a start on it. Oh well, I shall have to cling to the Bible verse, and believe that:

I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me. Philippians 4:13

Thank you for joining me for Tea Talk, which is hosted by Ruth from Celebrate Friendship – care to join in the fun?