Faith, Family, Love and Reviews

J is for Just


Well I was going to do joyful but……Marcy over at Ben and Me blog already wrote a wonderful blog post on being joyful – so as much as I’ve been striving on joy lately I’m going to write about J is for Just.

This isn’t going to be full of Scripture.

This isn’t going to be full of deep, thought provoking words (I know, right?)

J is for Just………………

Just being there……………….

Just listening………………………..

Just hugging………………………….

Just – being you – the person God created you to be.

Take a minute and think how many times did you voluntarily stop and go to your child and give them a hug, or a kiss, or a word of encouragement?

Think back and remember how many times you told your hubby you love him?

Think when was the last time you were just……………there.

Enjoying the breeze in your back yard

Enjoying the birds tweeting

Getting caught up in the thrill of seeing your child so innocently happy

Like I said it’s not a wisdom filled post and it may not even make sense to you, I’m tired, but if there is one thing I could tell you it’s just – don’t overtax yourself with taking on burdens that you don’t need

Don’t worry

Don’t neglect

Don’t take for granted your children, hubby, friends, family or your Faith

Just __________________

You fill in the blank 😀

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Digital Scrapbooking

I used to scrapbook all the time………………then it started dwindling off by the time Bethanne came and then Christian, well, it’s totally been waylaid.  I still enjoy it from time to time and have a huge collection of paper, stickers, embellishments, etc but since winning the My Memories Suite I’ve been enjoying digital scrapbooking.


Usually I just create a Word document and insert pictures of our school year then include that in the children’s portfolios however this year I want to have a beautiful digitally done scrapbook put together for them, where they will each have their own detailing the school year and that’ll include vacations and such as well.


So far I’ve made up 10 pages – trust me digital scrapbooking takes time but at least I don’t have to cut and glue LOL  I’m hoping to be able to have them printed locally and insert them into a scrapbook if I can do it inexpensively.












No, We Can’t: Radical Islam, Militant Secularism, and the Myth of Coexistance by Robert Stearns


About the Book from Bethany House:


Religious tolerance is prized more than truth. From clever slogans to celebrity endorsements, we are bombarded with seemingly peaceful messages of coexistence.

But beneath the bumper stickers and T-shirts is buried this truth: Coexistence is a myth. Instead, a war for world domination is raging–between radical Islam, secularism and Judeo-Christianity.

What does it mean for you as a believer and why should you care?

From years of global outreach, Robert Stearns predicts a coming perilous culture clash. With clarity and astonishing depth, he shows you

  • the power of radical Islam to reshape Western culture
  • why Judeo-Christianity is losing strength
  • what believers can and must do
  • and more.

The ultimate dominance of any of these worldviews will create a tipping point in global culture. What role will you play?


My Opinion:


As a Christian who views the world from a Biblical and Christian worldview this book was right on the mark about what is happening in our world today and how it’s going to affect America as she was founded and where she is going.  I’ve been exposed to militant secularism when I was in elementary and high school and later in college – I know how this mind set is eroding the basic fabric that once was America – some may be blind towards this and those who are are those who are humanistic in their own beliefs.  Ironically enough, I live down the street from a Muslim place of worship – I see Muslim’s shopping next to me in Walmart and relatively speaking those who live in my community are peaceful and you wouldn’t know they are there.  However I am not unaware of how these two faiths differ from my Faith and how they are both wanting and vying for a space where the Christian faith can be rolled over.


I think that Robert Stearns did a great job in writing this book, so that those who may not be aware of what is going on can become educated, those who want to deny it’s happening can have their eyes open, and those who are aware can maybe learn how we can effectively fight against those who wish to have Christians done away with.  This is a great read for Christians who want to know why we cannot coexist among those who want to tear down Christianity and all that the Lord stands for – it is a fairly quick read unless you want to digest all the information that is given.


**Disclaimer:  I was given a copy of this book from Bethany House Publishers/Chosen Books, in exchange for my honest review, no other compensation was given.

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The Homeschool Mother’s Journal

The Homeschool Mother's Journal


In my life this week…


I’ve been doing lesson plans since I’ve decided we’ll be starting school the week of April 30th.  I’ve also been working on 4H stuff and getting reviews written.


Places we’re going and people we’re seeing…


We went to dance classes, and martial arts but the highlight was the circus that we enjoyed on Saturday!


My favorite thing this week was…


The circus – and the neat thing is their train is parked less than a minute from our house 🙂


Things I’m working on…


Doing some reading, and lesson plans.


I’m reading…


A Walk Through the Mall by Wade J. Carey and Michael E. Pfeil


A photo, video, link, or quote to share…


All five of us when we went to the Creation Museum on 4/18/12


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Tropical Traditions Virgin Coconut Oil

I have been given the opportunity to use and review Tropical Traditions gold label virgin coconut oil and I must say that while I was hesitant at first because I really didn’t want my foods all tasting like coconut – the hesitancy was soon forgotten.  The health benefits of coconut oil, when made correctly and not heated at high heat like some store brands are, is immense.  While I am not a medical professional and do not jump on every new diet bandwagon – I cannot urge adding coconut oil to your diet.  I’m working my way up to trying to include more of this oil in my and my children’s diet.  As a type 2 diabetic who has also been told that I have high cholesterol and high BP – I am hoping that with this wonderful addition I can reverse these things so I can off and not be put on any new meds.

I’ve had some ask if there is a coconut taste to the foods I’ve used it in – so far I’ve only used it to replace oils in my cooking and baking.  Such as pancakes – I liquify the oil and add it to the batter instead of other unhealthy oils – there was no coconut taste!  I did add in a little vanilla as my children like the vanilla flavoring but you could not taste the coconut.  It also smells very good when slowly melted in a pan on the stove top – it lends a tropical smell to the kitchen which brought all the children to my side to find out what I was doing.   I haven’t had the chance to try the coconut cream mocha recipe but that is definitely on my need to try soon list.

I think what has me even more impressed with the Tropical Traditions brand is that they employ the Philippine people who harvest and then make the coconut oil without using high heat or chemicals – keeping it organic and made by hand.  You can read more about how their coconut oil is made by visiting the Tropical Traditions site.  Another thing I’ve been trying with my coconut oil is oil pulling – which may sound odd but I’ve noticed a difference already in my gum and tooth sensitivity.

I cannot say enough about this oil – from the internal health benefits to even using for dry skin and in your hair – it’s a natural miracle.  I once thought that all coconut oils were created the same, however, it’s not true.  If you think this as well then I urge you to buy your oil from Tropical Traditions and see and feel and taste the difference – I’ve even had some tell me that they and their children will eat a spoonful of this plain, like some eat peanut butter!  There are many different sizes to choose from (as well as other items and versions of the oil) such as the 16 ounce, the 32 ounce which is on sale now for $29.50, you can also buy one gallon and five gallon tubs.

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TOS Crew Review: The Critical Thinking Co. Mathematical Reasoning Level F


Vendor Name: The Critical Thinking Co.

Vendor ContactThe Critical Thinking Co. contact info

Name of ProductMathematical Reasoning Level F

Price:  $37.99

Age Range:  5th grade



My oldest who just finished fourth grade math, doesn’t like math, she does very well in it but doesn’t enjoy it.  When I was able to review the newest mathematical reasoning book from Critical Thinking Co. I thought this would be just the thing to really get math interesting again.  This book is big and colorful and lends itself to however you’d like to teach math to your student – even the book says there is no right or wrong way to use this and teach it.  The goal is to have the student and parent working together to learn math together – using it cooperatively.


Some of the first few lessons are review of what she has already done in her fourth curriculum so it was fairly easy, but the ones that she didn’t know were easily explained with the short explanations at the top of the page for new concepts.  Not only are there math lessons but there are games scattered through out the book as well – while they are still learning math it definitely helps to break up the monotony of math lessons.  While it could be considered a sole core curriculum for math, I would not use it as such, but I see it as more of a fun way to reiterate what is being learned and would use it as a reward.  For the purpose of the review though, I had her just work through what she wanted as we are ‘done’ with school but this will definitely continue to be woven into our next school year which starts on Monday.


For families of multiple children and who may frown at the price of the book, although if you use it as your core math then it’s still cheaper than other products, the copyright states that the original purchaser can make copies for their own class.  Of course, your child won’t get the bright, colorful pages if you make copies but I simply had my daughter answer the problems on a separate sheet of paper.  She didn’t like this though as she said she’d much rather write in the workbook instead of using another sheet of paper.  If your child needs some refresher work or needs something to not be bored during breaks or as I’ve said, your core math, this book will serve all those purposes.  If you’d like to see what other homeschooling parents have to say about this and three other Critical Thinking Company products visit the TOS Homeschool Crew blog.


**Disclaimer:  As a member of the TOS Crew, I received this product, at no cost to me, in exchange for my honest review. All opinions are mine.

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The Forgiven Duke by Jamie Carie (review and giveaway CLOSED!!)

About the Book:

Tethered by her impulsive promise to marry Lord John Lemon – the path of least resistance – Alexandria Featherstone sets off toward Iceland in search of her parents with a leaden heart. A glimpse of her guardian, the Duke of St. Easton – the path less traveled by – on Dublin’s shore still haunts her.

Will he come after her? Will he drag her back to London, quelling her mission to rescue her treasure-seeking parents, or might he decide to throw caution to the wind and choose Foy Pour Devoir: “Faith for Duty,” the St. Easton motto. The Featherstone motto Valens et Volens: “Willing and Able,” beats in her heart and thrums through her veins. She will find her parents and find their love, no matter the cost.

The powerful yet wing-clipped Duke of St. Easton has never known the challenge that has become his life since hearing his ward’s name. Alexandria Featherstone will be the life or the death of him. Only time and God’s plan will reveal just how much this man can endure for the prize of love.

My Opinion:

I did enjoy this second book in the Forgotten Castles series, however, unlike the first one I would not let my unmarried daughter’s read this book.  I enjoyed all the plot twists but the violence, unmarried people lying and sleeping in the same bed, and lots of kissing and touching between unmarried people, is enough to send warning bells for young readers who may have read the first book.  While I say this as a caution, I must admit I did enjoy the book, even though I didn’t agree with the choices and actions made by the characters.  This was a definite page turner, and I’m looking forward to finishing the series when the next book comes out later this year.  So, if you’ve read the first and want to or need to know what happens with the Duke, Mr. Lemon and Alexandria then grab this one!

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TOS Crew Review: Amazing Science! Volume I


Vendor Name: Science and Math

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Name of ProductAmazing Science Volume 1

Price:  $19.95 two DVD’s; $17.99 instant download

Age Range: multiple

My children enjoy doing science experiments but usually I don’t – I want to get our school time over with and move on to other things – however that has changed with the DVD from  On the two disc set there are 23 fun and exciting science experiments to complete demonstrating ideas such as electricity, magnetism, pressure, buoyancy, and more!  This DVD was not what I was expecting, dry, boring and monotonous – this kept my attention and pulled even my youngest child in with gasps of awe for the completed experiments.

My son, who is 5, really enjoyed the color changing milk (I must say I was pretty excited about it as well) and egg in a bottle whereas my 10 and 7 year old were fascinated by the simple lava lamp.  If you have multiple children, like I do there will more than likely be an experiment or two or three that will appeal to each of them – but they are all exciting and give some great hands-on science.  The best thing about this as well is the fact that almost all the items you’ll need are literally laying around your house – although we don’t have copper piping which was needed for the nonburnable money – pretty much everything else you’ll have!

Jason Gibson does a wonderful job in narrating the experiments taking the students step by step through each one and giving a detailed instructional on what happened and why.  Some of this was beyond my 5 year old – to him it’s just neat to do the experiments, understanding the why’s will come later – but they were just the right length and in depth enough for my 7 and 10 year old.  Also there are multiple filming views so you’re not just looking at it straight on but from the side or from the top, which adds a more ‘you are there’ feeling than just watching a DVD.  If science has become mundane or you want something fun to fill in summer or other breaks then this will be your ticket to some science fun – and they may not even realize they are learning!

To sum it up, this is an awesome DVD – and if you worry that you’ll only be using this once, think again.  These experiments are fun no matter how many time you do them.  Some supervision is needed, such as for those experiments that use matches, but some are easily done independently like reversing an image with water, which is great for families with older children and younger ones – or better yet do them all together and be ready to capture those faces on camera!  If you don’t want to take my word for it then head over to the TOS Homeschool Crew blog and find out what other homeschooling parents have to say.

**Disclaimer:  As a member of the TOS Crew, I received this product, at no cost to me, in exchange for my honest review. All opinions are mine.

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FIRST Tour: Need You Now by Beth Wiseman

It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old…or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!

You never know when I might play a wild card on you!

Today’s Wild Card author is:
Beth Wiseman
and the book:
Need You Now
Thomas Nelson; 1 edition (April 10, 2012)

***Special thanks to Rick Roberson, The B&B Media Group, for sending me a review copy.***


When a personal crisis tested and strengthened her faith, award-winning journalist Beth Wiseman was advised by her agent to consider writing a Christian novel, particularly an Amish one. Encouraged by her agent’s urging, she began exploring the Amish lifestyle and soon developed a great appreciation for the more peaceful way of life. In 2008 Wiseman wrote her debut novel, Plain Perfect, featuring the Amish lifestyle within the context of a fictional love story. It was a bestseller, as have been all of the full-length novels and novellas she has written since.

While Need You Now is Wiseman’s first non-Amish novel, she is confident it will not be the last. She is already making plans to write a second contemporary novel in the near future. Like Need You Now, it will also be set in small-town Texas, a familiar background she thoroughly loves exploring and writing about.

Wiseman’s previous releases have held spots on the CBA (Christian Booksellers Association) and the ECPA (Evangelical Christian Publishers Association) bestseller lists. In 2010, she received the INSPY Award for Amish Fiction (chosen by blog reviewers). In 2011, she received the Carol Award and was the Inspirational Readers Choice winner for her book Plain Paradise. Her novel Seek Me with All Your Heart was the 2011 Women of Faith Book of the Year. In addition, Wiseman has been a Retailers Choice Finalist, a Booksellers Best Finalist and a National Readers Choice Finalist. Prior to becoming a novelist she received many honors for her work as a journalist, including a prestigious First Place News Writing Award from the Texas Press Association.

Today, she and her husband are empty nest parents of two grown sons, enjoying the country lifestyle and living happily with two dogs, two cats, two pot-bellied pigs, two chickens and a single pygmy goat in a small community in South Central Texas. Along with writing, she enjoys cooking, reading, traveling and watching good movies. Her favorite pastime, however, is spending time with friends and family.

Visit the author’s website.


We all count on the support of those around us when times are tough, but what do we do when those we depend on the most are suddenly gone? How do we cope when life has pulled the rug out from under us and left us with nothing and no one to hold on to? To whom can we turn when it seems no one, not even God, is there? These are the questions best-selling author Beth Wiseman addresses in her first contemporary novel, Need You Now (Thomas Nelson).

After the safety of one of their children is threatened, Need You Now’s main character, Darlene Henderson, and her husband Brad choose to move their family from Houston to the dot-in-the-road town of Round Top, Texas; moving into the old fixer-upper farm left to Darlene by her grandparents. Adjusting to the change is more difficult than any of them imagined, especially for the middle child, 15-year-old Grace, who becomes a cutter, using a dangerous and particularly self-damaging way of coping with stress.

The move also begins to take a toll on the couple’s marriage when Darlene decides to take a job outside the home in an effort to make new friends in the community. As the domestic tension rises, both begin to wonder if the same shared faith that has carried them through difficult times in the past will be strong enough to help them now.

To make matters worse, Darlene begins receiving inappropriate attention from the widowed father of the autistic young girl she is assigned to work with at the school for special needs children where she is employed. Unfortunately, this new attention comes just when she is most vulnerable. If there has ever been a time in her life when she needed God, it is now. But will she allow arising feelings of unworthiness to keep her from seeking Him?

In her first novel not set in an Amish community, Wiseman spins her well-honed characters and setting into a thought-provoking message that not only makes the reader ponder his or her own relationship with God, but also sheds light on the little-known disorders of using self-injury as a way of seeking relief and high-functioning autism. Need You Now is the perfect read for anyone who has ever questioned life and God’s will.

Product Details:

List Price: $ 15.99

Paperback: 320 pages

Publisher: Thomas Nelson; 1 edition (April 10, 2012)

Language: English

ISBN-10: 1595548874

ISBN-13: 978-1595548870


Darlene’s chest tightened, and for a few seconds she couldn’t move. If ever there was a time to flee, it was now. She put a hand to her chest, held her breath, and eased backward, sliding one socked foot at a time across the wooden floor of her bed- room. She eyed the intruder, wondering why he wasn’t moving. Maybe he was dead.
Nearing the door, she stretched her arm behind her, searching for the knob. She turned it quickly, and at the click of the latch, her trespasser rushed toward her. In one movement, she jumped backward, across the threshold and into the den, slamming the door so hard the picture of the kids fell off the wall. She looked down at Chad, Ansley, and Grace staring up through broken glass, then hurried through the den to the kitchen. Her hand trembled as she unplugged her cell phone and pressed the button to call Brad. Please answer.
It was tax time, so every CPA at her husband’s office was working long hours, and for these last weeks before the April deadline, Brad was hard to reach. She knew she wouldn’t hear from him until after eight o’clock tonight. And she couldn’t go back in her bedroom. What would she have to live without until then? She looked down. For starters, a shirt. She was later than usual getting dressed this morning and had just pulled on her jeans when she’d noticed she wasn’t alone.
She let out a heavy sigh and rubbed her forehead. Brad answered on the sixth ring.
“Bradley . . .” She only called him by his full name when she needed his full attention.
“What is it, babe?”
She took a deep breath. “There is a snake in our bedroom. A big, black snake.” She paused as she put a hand to her chest. “In our bedroom.”
“How big?”
She’d expected a larger reaction. Maybe her husband didn’t hear her. “Big! Very big. Huge, Brad.”
He chuckled. “Honey, remember that little snake that got in your greenhouse when we lived on Charter Road in Houston? You said that snake was big too.” He chuckled again, and Darlene wanted to smack him through the phone. “It was a tiny little grass snake.”
“Brad, you’re going to have to trust me. This snake is huge, like five or six feet long.” A shiver ran down her spine. “Are you coming home or should I call 9-1-1?”
“What? You can’t call 9-1-1 about a snake.” His tone changed. “Darlene, don’t do that. Round Top is a small town, and we’ll be known as the city slickers who called in about a snake.”
“Then you need to come home and take care of this.” She lifted her chin and fought the tremble in her voice.
Deep breath on the other end of the line. “You know how crazy it is here. I can’t leave right now. It’s probably just a chicken snake, and they’re not poisonous.”
“Well, there are no chickens in our bedroom, so it doesn’t have any business in there.”
“Chad can probably get it out when he gets home from school. Maybe with a shovel or something, but tell him to be careful. Even though they’re not venomous, it’d probably still hurt to get bit.”
Darlene sighed. “Our girls are going to freak if they come home to find a snake in the house.”
“Maybe—” Darlene turned toward a sound in the entryway. “I’ll call you back. There’s someone at the door, and I’m standing here in my bra. I’ll call you back. Love you.” She clicked the phone off, then yelled toward the door. “Just a minute!”
After finding a T-shirt in Ansley’s room, she pulled it over her head as she crossed back through the den toward the front door. This was the first visitor she’d had in the two months since they’d moved from Houston. She peeked around the curtain before she opened the door, realizing that her old city habit would probably linger for a while. Out here in the country, there probably wasn’t much to worry about, but she was relieved to see it was a woman. A tall woman in a cowgirl hat. She pulled the door open.
“Your Longhorns are in my pasture.” The woman twisted her mouth to one side and folded her arms across her chest. “This is the second time they’ve busted the fence and wandered onto my property.”
Darlene thought this cowgirl could have walked straight off the set of any western movie. She was dressed in a long- sleeved denim shirt with her blue jeans tucked into brown boots. She was older than Darlene, possibly mid-forties, but she was gorgeous with huge brown eyes and blonde hair that hung in a ponytail to her waist.
“I’m so sorry.” Darlene shook her head. Brad should have never gotten those Longhorns. Neither she nor Brad knew a thing about cows, but Brad had said a move to the country should include some Longhorns. Although it didn’t make a lick of sense to her. She pushed the door wide. “I’m Darlene.”
The woman shifted her weight, but didn’t offer a greeting in return. Instead, she stared at Darlene’s chest. Darlene waited for the woman to lock eyes with her, and when she didn’t, Darlene finally looked down. Her cheeks warmed as she sighed. “Oh, this is my daughter’s shirt.” Don’t Bug Me! was scrolled across the white T-shirt in red, and beneath the writing was a hideous picture of a giant roach. Darlene couldn’t stand the shirt, but twelve-year-old Ansley loved it. “Do you want to come in?” She stepped back.
“No. I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to round up your Longhorns and head them back to your pasture. I’ll temporarily repair the fence.” The woman turned to leave, and it was then that Darlene saw a horse tethered to the fence that divided their property. She stifled a smile. This woman really was a cowgirl.
“Know anything about snakes?” Darlene eased onto the front porch, sidestepping a board she knew was loose. The porch was next on their list of things to repair on her grand- parents’ old homestead.
“What?” The woman turned around as she held a hand underneath the rim of her hat, blocking the afternoon sun.
“I have a snake in my bedroom.” Darlene shrugged. “Just wondering if you had any—any experience with something like that?” She padded down two porch steps in her socks. “I’m not sure I got your name?”
“Layla.” She gave a quick wave before she turned to leave again. Darlene sighed. Clearly the woman wasn’t interested in being friends. Or helping with the snake. Darlene watched her walk to her horse and put a foot in the stirrup. Then she paused and twisted her body to face Darlene. “What kind of snake?”
Hopeful, Darlene edged down another step. “A big, black one.”
Layla put her foot back on the ground and walked across the grass toward the porch. Darlene couldn’t believe how graceful the tall blonde was, how out of sync her beauty was in comparison to what she was wearing.
“Only thing you really have to worry about around here are copperheads.” She tipped back the rim of her hat. “Was it a copperhead?”
At five foot two, Darlene felt instantly inferior to this tall, gorgeous, horse-riding, snake-slaying blonde. She wasn’t about to say that she couldn’t tell one snake from the other. “I don’t think so.”
“All I’ve got is a .22 with me.” Layla pointed back to her horse, and Darlene saw a long gun in a holster. “But a .22 will blow a hole through your floor,” Layla added. A surreal feeling washed over Darlene. She thought about their previous home in a Houston subdivision, and a woman with a gun on a horse wasn’t a sight they would’ve seen.
“Do you have a pellet gun?” She stopped in front of Darlene on the steps. Darlene was pretty sure that was all they had— Chad’s BB gun.
“Yeah, I think so.”
Five minutes later, Darlene pushed open the door to her bedroom and watched Layla enter the scene of the invasion. The bed was piled with clean clothes, but at least it was made up. The vacuum was in the middle of the room instead of in the closet under the stairs. It wasn’t the way she wanted a stranger to see her bedroom, but it could have been worse.
Layla got down on her knees and looked under the bed. From the threshold, Darlene did a mental scan of what was under there. Boxes of photos, a flowery hatbox that had belonged to her grandmother, an old, red suitcase stuffed with baby keepsakes from when the kids were young—and a lot of dust. “There he is.” Layla leaned her chest to the floor and positioned Chad’s BB gun. Darlene braced herself, then squeezed her eyes closed as two pops echoed underneath the bed. A minute later, Layla drug the snake out with the tip of the gun. “Just a chicken snake.”
Darlene stepped out of the room, giving Layla plenty of room to haul the snake out. Big, black, ugly. And now dead. Blood dripped all the way to the front door. Layla carried the snake to the fence and laid it across the timber, its yellow underside up.
“Belly up should bring rain.” Layla was quickly up on her horse. “Maybe tell your husband that I’m patching the fence up, but he really needs some new cross planks.”
“I will. And thank you so much for killing that snake. Do you and your husband want to come for dinner tonight? I’d like to do something for you.”
“I’m not married. And I can’t come to dinner tonight. Thanks, though.” She gave the horse a little kick in the flank, then eased through a gate that divided her acreage from Brad and Darlene’s. She closed it behind her from atop her horse and headed toward the large house on top of the sloping hillside. Coming from town, the spacious estate was fully visible from the road and her youngest daughter called it the “mansion on the hill.” The rest of the family took to calling it that too.
In comparison to their rundown farmhouse, Darlene sup- posed it was a mansion. Both homes were probably built in the late 1800s, but Layla’s was completely restored, at least on the outside, with fresh, yellow paint and white trim. A split-rail, cedar fence also surrounded the yard, and toward the back of the property, a bright red barn lit up the hayfield not far from a good-sized pond. A massive iron gate—that stayed closed most of the time—welcomed visitors down a long, winding drive- way. And there were lots of livestock—mostly Longhorns and horses. If the wind was blowing just right, sometimes Darlene could hear faint music coming from the house.
She was hoping maybe she could be friends with Layla, even though she wasn’t sure she had anything in common with her. Just the same, Darlene was going to pay her a visit. Maybe take her a basket of baked goodies, a thank-you for killing that snake.
Brad adjusted the phone against his ear and listened to Darlene’s details about her snake ordeal, then she ended the conversation the way she always did. “Who do you love?”
“You, baby.”
It was their thing. Nearly twenty years ago, at a bistro in Houston, Brad wanted to tell Darlene that he loved her—for the first time—and he was a nervous wreck, wondering if she felt the same way. He’d kept fumbling around, and the words just wouldn’t come. Maybe she’d seen it in his eyes, but she’d reached over, touched his hand, and smiled. Then in a soft whisper, she’d asked, “Who do you love?” His answer had rolled off his tongue with ease. “You, baby.” Then she’d told him that she loved him too, and the who-do-you-love question stuck. Darlene asked him all the time. He knew it wasn’t because she was insecure; it was just a fond recollection for both of them. That night at the bistro, Brad had known he was going to marry Darlene.
He flipped his phone shut and maneuvered through the Houston traffic toward home. He was glad that he wouldn’t have to deal with a snake when he got there, but he was amused at Darlene’s description of the tall, blonde cowgirl who shot it with Chad’s BB gun.
He had four tax returns to work on tonight after dinner. All these extra billable hours were bound to pay off. He needed the extra income if he was going to make all the renovations to the farm that he and Darlene had discussed. Brad wanted to give her the financial freedom to make their home everything she dreamed it could be. Cliff Hodges had been dangling the word partner in front of him for almost two years, and Brad was sure he was getting close to having his name on the door.
If they hadn’t been in such a rush to move from Houston, Brad was sure they could have held out and gotten more for their house. As it turned out, they’d barely broken even, and just getting the farmhouse in semi-livable shape had taken a chunk of their savings. Buying out Darlene’s brother for his share of the homestead had put a strain on their finances too, but it was worth it if Darlene was happy. She’d talked about restoring her grandparents’ farm for years. The original plan had been to fix the place up over time so they could use it as weekend getaway. But then they’d decided to make the move as soon as they could, even if the house wasn’t in tip top shape.
Forty-five minutes from his office, he’d cleared the bustle of the city, and the six lane freeway narrowed to two lanes on either side of a median filled with bluebonnets and Indian paintbrushes. Nothing like spring in Texas to calm his mind after crunching numbers all day long, but leaving the office so late to head west put the setting sun directly in his face. He flipped his visor down, glad that the exit for Highway 36 was only a few miles. Once he turned, he’d get a break from the blinding rays. Then he’d pass through the little towns of Sealy and Bellville before winding down one-lane roads to the peaceful countryside of Round Top. It was a long commute, almost an hour and a half each way, but it was worth it when he pulled into his driveway. Small-town living was better for all of them. Especially Chad.
Brad could still recall the night Chad came stumbling into the house—drunk. His seventeen year old son had been running around with a rebellious group of friends in Houston. And sometimes Chad’s glassy eyes had suggested more than just alcohol abuse. He shook his head to clear the recollections, knowing he would continue to pray that his son would make better choices now that he had some distance from his old buddies.
Brad felt like a blessed man. He’d been married to his high school sweetheart for nearly twenty years, and he had three amazing children. He wanted to spend his life being the best husband and father he could be. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t thank the Lord for the life he’d been given, and it was Brad’s job to take care of his family.
Darlene finished setting the table. She regretted that her mother couldn’t see her enjoying her grandmother’s dining room set. Darlene had been surprised to find the oak table and chairs still in the house when they’d moved in. The antiques had been dusty and in dire need of cleaning, but they were just as sturdy as ever. She could remember many meals with her parents and grandparents in this house, at this table.
She still missed her grandparents—and her parents. Dad had been gone almost six years, and two years had passed since her mother’s death. Her parents had started their family late in life, both of them in their late thirties when she was born, and
Dale was born two years after Darlene. She was glad her brother hadn’t wanted the farm. It had been a struggle to buy him out, but no regrets. Someday, they too would have a “mansion on the hill,” like Layla’s. She cast her eyes downward, frowning at the worn out wooden floors. She’d be glad when they could afford to cover the original planking with new hardwood.
Thinking of Layla brought a smile to her face as she mashed steaming potatoes in a pot on the stove. She couldn’t help but wonder what the tall blonde was doing all alone on that estate. Darlene had never even been on a horse or owned a pair of cowgirl boots. Several of her friends back in Houston sported a pair of high-dollar, pointy-toed boots, but they didn’t particularly appeal to Darlene. Her friend, Gina, had told her it was un-Texan not to own a pair of boots.
She missed Gina. They’d been friends since their daughters had started Girl Scouts together, but after Gina’s divorce, they’d drifted apart. Gina’s interests had changed from Girl Scout and PTO meetings to going out with new single friends.
She left the dining room and went back to the kitchen, glad that the aroma of dinner covered up the dingy old-house smell that lingered, despite her best efforts to conceal it with air fresheners.
“Mom! Mom!” Ansley burst into the kitchen with the kind of enthusiasm that could mean either celebration or disaster; with Ansley you never knew. At twelve, she was the youngest and the most dramatic in the family.
Darlene gave the potatoes a final stir before she turned to face her. “What is it, Ansley?”
“Guess what?” Ansley rocked back and forth from heel to toe, and Darlene could tell by the grin on her daughter’s face that the news was good. “I did it. Straight C’s and above!”
Darlene brought her hands to her chest and held her breath for a moment, smiling. When Ansley was in grade school, early testing indicated she was going to struggle, and Darlene and Brad knew she was a bit slower than other kids her age.
Not so thrilling was what Brad had promised Ansley if she received a report card without any failing grades. “Sweetie, that’s great. I’m so proud of you.” She hugged her daughter, knowing it was highly unlikely Ansley wouldn’t remember her father’s promise. Ansley eased out of the hug.
“I know they scare you, Mom, but having some chickens and roosters will be so much fun! We’ll be like real farmers, and every day after school, I’ll go get the eggs.” Ansley’s dark hair brushed against her straightened shoulders, and her big brown eyes twinkled. “Think how much money you’ll save on eggs!”
Darlene bit her bottom lip as she recalled the chickens her grandparents used to keep on this very same farm. And one very mean rooster. Eight dollars in savings per month was hardly going to be worth it, but a promise was a promise. She’d told Brad before they’d left Houston not to offer such a reward, but Darlene had put it out of her mind. At the time, it seemed a stretch for Ansley to hit the goal and make all C’s.
“Maybe just have laying chickens. You don’t need a rooster.” Darlene walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a tub of butter.
“Mom . . .”
Darlene set the butter on the table and raised a brow in time to see Ansley rolling her eyes.
“Even I know we can’t have baby chicks without a rooster.” Ansley folded her arms across her chest.
Darlene grinned. “I know you know that, but how many chickens are you hoping to have?” She recalled that on some of her visits to her grandparents’ house, if the wind blew just right, she could smell the chicken coop from the front yard, even though the pens were well over fifty yards away, back next to the barn. When they’d first moved in, Brad had fixed up the old coops as an incentive for Ansley to pull her grades up. Sitting on the porch swing with Brad late in the evenings had become a regular thing, and smelly chickens would be an unwelcome distraction.
“Not too many,” Ansley said as she pulled a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water.
One was too many in Darlene’s opinion, but it was a well- deserved reward. Darlene gave a lot of the credit to the school here. Much to her children’s horror, there were only 240 students in grades kindergarten through twelve in the Round Top/ Carmine School District, but Darlene felt like they were getting a better education and more one-on-one attention. Darlene had been on the verge of homeschooling Ansley before they left Houston, but Ansley threw such a fit that Darlene had dis- carded the idea.
Ansley chugged the water, then put the glass in the sink. “I can’t wait ’til Daddy gets home.”
Darlene smiled. Her youngest was always a breath of fresh air, full of energy, and the tomboy in the family.
She thought about the snake and realized Ansley probably wouldn’t have freaked out after all. She heard Brad’s car rolling up the gravel driveway, and moments later, the front screen door slammed and Ansley yelled, “Daddy! Guess what!”
An hour later, everyone was gathered at the dinner table, except Chad. After about ten minutes, he finally sauntered into the room, slid into his chair, and folded his hands for prayer.
“It’s your turn to offer the blessing, Chad.” Darlene bowed her head.
“Thank you, Lord, for the many blessings you’ve given us, for this food, the roof over our head, and Your love. And God . . .” Chad paused with a sigh. Darlene opened one eye and held her breath. More often than not, Chad’s prayers included appeals for something outside the realm of what should be requested at the dinner table. Like the time he’d asked for God to help his parents see their way to buying him a better car. Darlene closed her eye, let out her breath, and listened.
“Could you heal Mr. Blackstone’s cancer and bring him back to school? He’s a good guy.” Darlene’s insides warmed, but then Chad continued. “Our substitute stinks. Amen.”
“Chad!” Darlene sat taller, then cut her eyes at Brad, who shouldn’t be smiling.
“No, Mom. I mean, really. He stinks. He doesn’t smell good.” Chad scooped out a large spoonful of potatoes. “And he’s like a hundred or something.”
“Even more reason you shouldn’t speak badly about him. Respect your elders, remember?” Darlene passed the meatloaf to Chad, who was shoveling potatoes like he hadn’t eaten in a month of Sundays.
“Grace, how was your day?” Brad passed their older daughter a plate of rolls.
“It was okay.”
Grace rarely complained, but Darlene knew she wasn’t happy about the move from Houston. Mostly because of the boy she’d left behind.
Ansley turned her head to Darlene, grunted, then frowned. “Mom, why are you wearing my shirt?”
Darlene looked down at the big roach. “Oh, I had to borrow it earlier. I sort of couldn’t go in my room for a while.”
Darlene told the full-length version of the snake story that she’d shortened for Brad on the phone.
“I’ve seen that woman,” Chad said. “And she’s hot.”
“She’s old like Mom, Chad! That’s gross.” Ansley squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, then shook her head.
Darlene took a bite of roll. At thirty-eight, when had she become old in her children’s eyes? “I believe Layla is several years older than me, Chad.”
Her son shrugged. “Whatever. She’s still—”
“Chad, that’s enough.” Brad looked in Chad’s direction, and Darlene was glad to see him step in since it seemed like she was the one who always disciplined the children. Brad, on the other hand—well, he promised chickens.
They were all quiet for a few moments before Chad spoke up again.
“Did you know Layla drives a tractor? I’ve seen her out in the pasture on the way to school.” He shook his head. “Seems weird for a woman.” He laughed as he looked to his left at Ansley. “Can you picture Mom out on a tractor plowing the fields?”
Ansley laughed. “No, I can’t.”
“Don’t underestimate your mom. You never know what she might do.” Brad reached for another roll as he winked at Darlene.
Darlene smiled. She found herself thinking, yet again, that this was a good move for them. They all needed this fresh start. None of the kids had been particularly happy at first, but they were coming around.
“Can I be excused?” Grace put her napkin in her lap and scooted her chair back.
Darlene knew meatloaf wasn’t Grace’s favorite. “Whose night is it to help with dishes?”
Grace and Ansley both pointed at Chad.
“Okay,” Darlene said to Grace. “You can be excused.”
Darlene watched Grace leave the table. Her middle child was tiny like Darlene, and she was the only one in the family who inherited Darlene’s blonde hair and blue eyes. And her features were as perfect as a porcelain doll’s, complete with a flawless ivory complexion. She looked like a little princess. Chad and Ansley had their father’s dark hair and eyes—and his height. Darlene loved her children equally, proud of them all, but sometimes it was hard not to favor Grace just a little bit, especially since they’d come so close to losing her as an infant. Grace had come into the world nine weeks’ premature, a surprise to everyone, including Darlene’s doctor, since Darlene had delivered Chad at full-term with no complications just two years earlier. Grace struggled those first few weeks with undeveloped lungs and severe jaundice, and twice they were told to prepare themselves for the worst. But their Grace was a fighter, and as her sixteenth birthday approached, Darlene silently thanked God for the millionth time for His grace.
There’d been issues and struggles with both Chad and Ansley from time to time—mostly with Chad. But Grace had never given them one bit of trouble.

My Opinion:

I really enjoyed this book, it was hard at first to know I was reading a Beth Wiseman book since it wasn’t her usual Amish fiction, but this is a well done book.  This book deals with an issue I dealt with in high school – cutting – it’s not easily understood and most don’t want to talk about it, however cutting is on the rise mainly among teenage girls.  I did feel some of the issues were rushed and everything was tidily wrapped up – a few counseling sessions and Grace was ‘making progress’ and another character was able to stop on her own.  I know that personally anything as deeply emotional and physical such as cutting is so easily solved.


Regardless, I enjoyed the book and it was nice to see an author deal with the struggles that are often placed on the family when something like this comes up.  The mom and dad didn’t get all lovey dovey, they did exactly what most do, they became distant, but new that the Lord placed them together.  Yes, everything was neat and tidy by the end however I think there is more to come and I hope to read more about the Henderson family as they continue to grow and restrengthen the family bond they once had and see their faith continue to grow.  I would have liked to see more depth to the characters but at the same time this is a book that calls attention to a very real problem in today’s society.

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