My Life Should Be a Documentary

 After months of going off-line, I'm happy to be writing again.  I didn't intend to stop.  I just knew it was one more thing I couldn't add to my already-too-full plate.  Plus, I needed the sleep.  This whole market garden thing was exhausting.  But, do I ever regret not writing all the stories that came out of this summer.  

One of my last posts was right after our first harvest box pick up.  We are now less than 2 weeks away form our final box and all the way through our boxes have been full with AT LEAST 12 different kinds of vegetables each week.  Hard to believe.  I am in complete awe that the garden grew and produced so many different kinds of vegetables.

One of the few things I learned over the summer was not to fear, as I've stated so many times before.  One example was not being afraid of the weeds.  That might sound funny, but weeds really stressed me out and made me feel like a bad gardener.  I would go out each day and see how fast the weeds were growing, and of course, always faster than the vegetables, particularly in our mesclun mix bed.  We overseeded several mesclun mix beds and the weeds just freaked out.  But knowing I wasn't supposed to be afraid of anything, I just stopped worrying.  I knew I would get to them eventually and if I didn't what was the worst thing that could happen?  A weedy lettuce bed?  Who cares?!  The irony is that in a very strange way, the weeds protected the lettuce that was growing.  The weeds helped slow down the growth of the lettuce, allowing it to grow at the speed I could handle.  Without the weeds, the lettuce would have grown too quickly.  It made it possible to have lettuce in our harvest boxes longer than I anticipated.  It was another amazing example of how learning not to fear and seeing how even thanking God for weeds could be turned into a bizarre blessing!

Another fear I had all summer was would the garden provide enough vegetables for the boxes week after week?  I knew I had enough for week one, but what about week 14?  We were super ambitious in promising so many weeks of vegetables.  What were we thinking?!  But, without being an expert gardener, I just relaxed and trusted God week by week and day by day.  Those first few weeks were just basically greens, such as lettuce, microgreens, kale, swiss chard, spinach and radishes, but just when people were kind of getting sick of those, another vegetable would appear, like zucchini or turnip or cucumber or some other amazing surprise.  I always, literally every week, had a new vegetable to introduce to the boxes - you would almost think I planned it, but I never did.  I ended up having enough for extra boxes to sell and I always had extra food to give away to friends.  Even in the final weeks, when I thought "Oh no, the garden is slowing down, I won't have enough", a new vegetable would appear like tomatoes, potatoes or carrots and beets.  I know that even when the CSA is done, I'll still have vegetables for ourselves for the winter and I can't believe it.  In fact, my freezer is quite full already and I've managed to can quite a bit.

It was a hard summer as we worked a lot, yet it was a good summer.  My "middle" kids were the most helpful.  My younger ones mostly ran away from me whenever weeding was necessary.  My older ones were busy a lot of the time, but I had regular help from the middle guys and it was super fun hanging out with them listening to worship music and just always talking, talking, talking.  That'll be a great memory for me.

I loved the connections made with customers and as I've talked with them, most of them want to do it again - oh no.  On weekends when they couldn't make it, they would send neighbours to pick up their boxes, this in turm made more customers for me next summer!  Oh no. 

In May, June and even part of July, my kids would say, "Why can't you just be normal?  Why do we have to do this dumb garden?  We are NOT doing this next summer?"  But then, by August, we were already talking about next year's garden......and so were my customers.  They are expecting it!  Oh no.

But then, July 9, our daughter got engaged.  Oh my goodness, so many blog posts missed on that one.  She'll be getting married in June next year.  Right in the middle of gardening season.  Oh no.  We have a problem.  But, not going to worry.  If it's meant to be, it'll somehow work out.  I'm barely done this one.

If you were to see my garden now, it is covered in weeds.  I had to let it go due to school starting, but the vegetables are still there, just have to hunt a little.  I'm still in shock that my little garden business succeeded.  We spent so much money on an irrigation system.  I think I turned it on twice.  Every time I was about to, it would rain and always just enough so that the garden would get what it needed.  That was amazing.

While I was busy in the garden, RM was in the vines, designing equipment for the winery, doing his actual full-time job, or farming hay.  He was on one side of the farm and I was literally on the other.  I would walk past him carrying a load of vegetables and he would walk past me carrying equipment for the winery.  It should have been a documetary.  Our life was hilarious.  All the while, kids, chickens, cats, a dog and two rogue horses were running around in between us.  Our children will never be able to say their life was boring or that their parents were boring.  

Then, at night, many nights, RM and I would sit and say, "What have we done?" or "Forget it, let's just sell the farm" and we would look online for fun to see what was out there, but after our short mid-life crises, and there were many, we realized time and time again, that yes, our life was a little nuts, actually very over-the-top nuts, but it was exactly the life we wanted and the farm we live on is exactly where we want to live.

Because of what we took on, on purpose, all entirely self-inflicted, once again, our house was ignored for another season.  It continues to get more and more worn down.  I used to just long for cosmetic changes, but now I'm the one hoping for a new roof, a new septic system, new eavestroughs....what's happened to me?  Our vehicles are barely alive and we have little things that need fixing literally all through our house.  The list is so long it's laughable, if it weren't so serious.  This summer, as I saw this list getting longer and longer, I struggled, so as our anniversary approached, I once again attempted a type of fast where I prayed specifically for contentment.  What came out of that was a reminder to wait and to be silent.  These are all things God knows about.  

While I was fasting for contentment, RM was fasting "laziness".  He is hardly lazy, one of the most diligent men I know, yet he knew he could do even more in this area of surrender.  And though our anniversary has come and gone (that's when we stop the fast), he has continued to amaze me.  Instead of buying a whole new roof, he went up a put a few shingles on where they had blown off.  Instead of buying a brand new truck, which he wanted to badly, he fixed the wheel bearing himself and found a set of used tires for a fraction of the price.  The septic bed got another year of life by getting it pumped out last week.  I keep cleaning the house though it is unfinished in so many ways.  I try to overlook all the broken things and wait in silence until RM can get to them.  Winter is coming, the farm will go to sleep for at least a few weeks, though the wine will still demand his attention, and then maybe we'll get to that long list.  But, even if he doesn't, it'll be ok.  We have a roof over our heads and food in our stomach and a freezer full of even more food.  

Every day is full.  I will have no shortage of things to write this year.

The Great Trampoline Story

Yesterday was an amazing day for my 14 year old son.  Ever since he became more serious about trampolines and flipping he quickly wanted bigger and better trampolines.  They typically go for around $3000.  That wasn't going to happen and we made that clear.  Even if we could afford one we weren't about to spend that kind of money on a trampoline.  

He was very serious about it though and wouldn't stop looking online.  These very rarely came up for sale and if they did they were always far away or across the border.  He wanted a job so badly and he's not quite old enough for a regular out of the house job and we weren't ready for him to be out of the house yet either, so as he looked for a trampoline we told him that he could buy one if he raised the money himself.  HOW in the world was he supposed to do that he wondered.  Sell stuff, we said.  We have had some crazy things lying around the farm that we either don't use, don't need or don't want anymore.  We just told him if he listed it and it sold, he could have the money.

So off he went around the farm, the storage room, the shop.  He listed all sorts of things and got a little bit here and there.  And each time, he put it in a jar.  But he was so discouraged.  It seemed like it would never happen.

Around this same time I started to notice a huge change in him.  HUGE.  He had started to become the most helpful kid around the house.  He started to try to get along better with his brother who he typically is at war with.  He started to become super diligent at school.  He started to show an interest in spiritual things and wanted to get baptized.  He became more sensitive to sin and longed to live a righteous life.  How I wished I could bless him for all his work he did around the farm.  I wanted to be able to go out and buy him a gift or something to show him how pleased we were with him, but there just wasn't the extra cash.  So I did the one thing I could do.  I prayed and I prayed very specifically.  I asked God to bless him in his language, just how God blesses me in my language.  I prayed God would pour out His blessing in a way that only God could and that only my son would understand.  

And one day God did.  It was the coolest thing.  My son had listed two saddles for weeks if not months.  Out of the blue this guy called and asked if he could come by and look at one of them.  He came by and told us this long life story about why he needed the saddle and we told him why our son was selling them and that he was getting all the money.  Suddenly the guy asked if he had any others for sale (who does that?).  I quickly said yes and told my son to run and get the other one.  The guy said, "I'll take them both".  My son's eyes nearly popped out of his head as that was going to get him 400 more dollars.  He was getting really close to his goal even though a trampoline hadn't come up online yet for sale.   He was preparing for rain.  We are convinced that guy was an angel and wasn't even a real person.  We are sure his life story wasn't even real and that he just got in his truck and went back to heaven.  It was the kind of thing where it was such a specific answer to prayer in my son's language that I couldn't have made it up if I tried.  The guy didn't know we had two for sale and he just happened to have hundreds of dollars in cash?  This crazy blessing/miracle happened on the day when I had started to spiral in fear about the garden, the day when one of my garden experts told me I was up the creek.  This answer to prayer for my son was also an answer to prayer by God for me as it was such a great reminder to me how God was once again in control.  He showed me, "I care for your son.  I'm speaking in his language.  That should show you I care for you.  I care for your garden."  

We watched the saddle angel drive away (back to heaven) and we all just stood there in awe shaking our heads because it was so neat.  Again, to anyone else, it was just a sale on kijiji that was successful.  But that's not what it was.  It was an answer to my prayers for my son that God would bless him and God did that.

He then listed a few more things like an old trampoline that he wasn't using anymore.  I never thought it would sell.  It did.  On and on it went.  Finally he was just a little bit short because he contributed to a couple gifts for family birthdays, etc.  So we told him we would chip in the rest as he was so close.  Just before this, the EXACT trampoline came up online that he wanted for half the price of new.  He got them down in price to even less than half for a virtually new trampoline.  It was far away, but not too far.  My husband agreed to go get it with him as he was also picking up something for the winery which he also got a HUGE deal on (that's another story).  So off they went.

It was apparently the sweetest thing to watch my son.  My husband had prepped him on how to count out the money and make sure the bills were all together, etc, but that's not what happened.  My son got out of the car and handed the lady his jar of money.  She nearly died by the sweetness of the moment.  How endearing is that?!  She was so happy that it was going to a "good home"!  She could clearly tell how excited he was.  

Last night was a night of full circle rejoicing.  We wanted to make sure he didn't miss the teaching moment.  He had a goal - buy a trampoline.  He had the process - raise the money on his own.  He had faith - he knew only God could bless his efforts.  He had results - he was faithful and diligent to do what we said and God blessed him.  AMAZING.

What a great story.  Now we have 3 trampolines again and I have to say I'm not thrilled about the danger aspect, but I pray and pray over these kids and for their safety.  I know it is dangerous so I don't love that, but I do love how it keeps them so active and so fit and outside.  So I'm willing to have it for now.  I love the lessons that we all learned by watching this process and I love how God spoke to my son in his language.  

Best Day Ever!

Yesterday was our first harvest box pickup.  Three weeks ago I was in a mild panic as there was no way we were going to have anything to give our customers, or so I thought.  I met with 2 separate experts and they both said we were in over our heads.  One of them literally put his hand over his mouth when he found out how many customers we had and just shook his head in dismay.  A that moment all my fears were confirmed.  I knew it was a bad idea.  I knew we couldn't do it.  I knew I would fail.  But then....God.

The irony is I thought even if my vegetables didn't grow, I had those two farmers as back up.  Turns out, the first farmer's produce failed badly.  She got a bug infestation and her lettuce all bolted due to too much heat.  The other farmer grew vegetables, but not for sale, just for himself.  So, if I needed vegetables, I was up the creek.  So, I did what you can only do in that situation and I called on every single person I could think of to pray and did they ever pray.  I also did what you can only do in that situation and I spent hours in that garden with every person who was willing to come.  And we weeded and I replanted and we weeded some more and replanted some more.  I just pretended and acted with very little faith that God would work.  And work He did.

As we harvested on Friday, my hand was over my mouth this time.  We had such big leafy greens coming out of the garden that we were all in absolute awe.  We had WAY more than we needed for one week.  How could I have been in such doubt?  The rain sprinkled down that night as we tried to harvest, but it didn't stop us.  We somehow got it all in and packaged.  It looked amazing.  I did have to clear out my entire fridge to hold it all as we needed to keep the veggies crisp, but that wasn't a problem.  We'll buy a fridge probably this week for next week's harvest.  In the back of my mind I want to say something like, "IF we get vegetables this week..." but how can I say that when I saw what I saw this week?  I need to say something like, "I can't wait to see what vegetables we will get each week" instead or "What is God going to do this week?".

As each customer came - we had it staggered all throughout the day - I just found myself having THE BEST TIME EVER.  One of my favourite things to do with new families or old friends is to just talk and walk around the farm.  So many wanted a quick tour and that is always fun for me.  Old friends from high school that I hadn't seen in 100 years were one of the first ones to come.  That had to be the highlight of my day.  I could have chatted with them all day.  RM even pulled out a quick wine tasting which was the most fun ever as well.  By the end of the day, 15 customers later, I was sitting on the couch with RM and we were just so thrilled, so happy, so exhausted, but all in a good way.  As we reflected on the day and all the hard work...we felt so incredibly fulfilled.  We were feeding families!  We were providing not just food, but organically grown food, that will fill people's stomachs, that will help heal them, provide nutritious meals in their homes, give a destination for their young families to visit and see animals, jump on trampolines, walk around the property....it was an amazing feeling that only comes from God.  We felt His blessing on our farm and all our prayers.  We kept praying throughout the Spring that God would use our farm, our family, for His glory.  Well, we have 13 weeks left and we are still praying that and wondering how God will continue to use us this Summer.  A few weeks ago I was dreading the 14 weeks, but now I'm wondering what God will do and I'm trying to anticipate it.  Truly the Christian life is an exciting one.

Gardening Isn't Teaching Me Just About Vegetables

I am so grateful for the amazing people God brings into my life, some in real life, some via books and my newest best friend and life coach is Charlotte Smith in her podcasts.  She is a farming coach.  Yup, they exist.  She has changed my life.  I already wrote about one of her podcasts on the River of Misery.  I just listened to another one on how to deal with farming catastrophes and interruptions.  Game changing stuff, I tell you.  I'll explain.

Basically 100 years ago we all had the amazing gift of fear or anxiety.  It moved our forefathers to make serious decisions to save our lives.  For example, the potato famine in Ireland had fathers uproot entire families to the New World in the name of saving their lives.  Or, 100 years ago, you would run for your life from the bear in the woods while you were building your new farmhouse in the pioneering days.  Fear for your life caused you to act fast and seriously.  Nowadays, we have this same gift of fear, but it comes from the cell phone, a text or email that freaks us out.  However, the difference is.....we aren't going to die.  But we get the same level of fear and anxiety, but it just isn't life or death.  This is ridiculous she says.  We cannot survive and live happy lives with all that fear and anxiety when no one is dying!  So what to do.  In one little podcast, she explained it.  It's so simple.  

It came down to this.  The anxiety will come.  It always does.  We get texts and emails all day long.  Sometimes they have bad news.  So when it comes, don't deny it.  Just acknowledge it, accept it and then stop.  The next set of feelings that come are our choice.  For example, I recently discovered certain things aren't growing the best in the garden.  This moves me to fear and dare I say, panic.  The next set of thoughts are my choice.  I can choose to spiral out of control which helps no one OR I source out more vegetables from somewhere else if necessary because, unlike our forefathers, if I don't grow vegetables, I'm not going to die.  I just have to find another place to get them to fill the boxes, but that isn't a life-threatening situation.  So, that's what I chose to do - I chose to not panic, though at first I was filled with anxiety, but then once we assessed the situation, we came up with a plan and then the anxiety was gone.  Reality doesn't change.  I change.  Super helpful in not just gardening but life.

One of the amazing things that happened when I realized maybe my garden wasn't going to produce all that I needed was I started to realize how I was surrounded by experts, I just needed to ask them.  So I have called on two vegetable experts in my area, both just down the street, and I asked them both for help.  I met with one of them for just a few minutes and toured her farm.  She gave me lots of great tips.  Then I reached out to another guy and he actually came to my farm this week and walked through every row giving me more good ideas and that was also helpful.  I don't think all is lost, I just have a lot of work to do.

I had this lofty idea that I'd be making a killing on this garden.  That is not the way things are going to go I don't think.  Instead, I think what has happened is that we have invested in a garden that is teaching me lots about gardening and it keeps us all very busy.  Most people are tired just listening to all that is going on.

On Tuesday we celebrated my husband's birthday and one of the things I prayed for was that he would be blessed in some way, but specifically, I prayed about the last license he needs to start selling wine. The next day he got a call from the inspector who comes to inspect the facility and he said he would come today!  Yikes, we had a lot of work to do.  We all got on board and cleaned up like crazy.  I don't know if it was enough but we are praying for a successful day!  Deadlines always make us move.  If we pass the inspection then we are bottling, corking, labelling and then selling.  

So these are our days - often in the garden, mostly weeding and always planting more plants as the idea is succession planting all the time.  That was something I hadn't bargained on, so I'm busy.

I'm still going to the clinic every single day for my back, but it's my little routine and I kind of enjoy it and hanging out with the nurses each day.  They give me pep talks all the time.

God's Garden or if all else fails, the lemonade stand

I can't say it's ALL in, but as of this weekend, the garden will be entirely planted.  There are no words except to say, that is a miracle.  We had an entire room of seedlings that needed to be planted and we had so much bed prep to do, so much irrigation to set up, so many rows to mark off....we had no idea how it was going to happen.  On the Saturday and Sunday, RM and I would just look at each other with eyes that said, "What have we done?"  Then we would literally stop midday and try to deeply breathe as we were feeling growing levels of stress and, dare I say, panic.  Why panic?  Because this year, for the first time ever, we had paying customers who expect vegetables when you say you are going to deliver vegetables.

I sent out a distress text asking for prayer to family members and a couple of close friends.  That day was awesome.  Everything was going smoothly.  I kept making vine balls as that was all I could do that day.  RM was the one driving the tractor, etc.  It was a great day.  It was the next day that we started bringing the transplants over that it started to sink in all that we had to do.  It was around 12 or 2 when we saw we had only planted a few rows that we were getting worried.  I sent out another text asking for prayer!

The older girls and I were in the garden when they started to touch on all my insecurities unknowingly.  "Why do we do things like this all the time?"  "Why can't we just grow a garden like normal people?"  "Why can't we just do ONE thing instead of a whole bunch of things all at once?"  And on and on, they went....These are all REALLY GOOD questions!!  I ask them myself!!  I think we were all feeling overwhelmed....but then the miracles started to happen....as they always do......

One at a time, friends of the kids started to arrive.  And suddenly I saw how our garden, as overwhelming as it was, was becoming the most amazing way to have people over, to interact with unbelieving kids, to give all of them purpose for living.  I would hand them flat after flat of vegetables and each row would get planted in minutes instead of the hours it would have taken me on my own.  I looked at the place I had set down the hundreds of transplants and as the door wore on, the place was eventually empty!  I couldn't believe it!

There were so many great conversations as one of these kids has been evangelized to by our family for years now.  Our garden rests at the top of a hill where the sun sets.  It is an amazing view as the sun goes down each night.  He stood there, as it was literally nearly 8:30 pm, and said, "I don't know why I don't believe in God when I see how beautiful it is here!  How amazing creation is!"  WHAT?!  That led into an incredible conversation where he and the kids and another Christian girl who had come over sat around the fire later on and once again he was preached to about his need for the Lord.  

So many of my kids' friends come from one child families.  When they arrive at our farm, there are people EVERYWHERE.  My house is loud, messy, and totally not what they are used to, but I think they enjoy it and so we support them coming over.  We keep praying for them as they are not believers YET.  How I pray that our garden, our home, our family will be a place of healing, love and industry for people like that. 

As each friend came over and as each person planted a plant or irrigated a bed, suddenly it became fun.  Suddenly my kids stopped asking us why we do what we do and instead were so glad that we do these crazy things.  I think they suddenly stopped questioning and instead realized what I had realized earlier that weekend that we were standing on holy ground and that God was at work THROUGH THE GARDEN.

One friend sent me an encouraging text with a verse from Genesis.  It reminded me that God's first home and first job for Adam was a GARDEN!!!  How amazing is that?!  So I read the verses to the kids yesterday.  I nearly fell over...

"When no bush of the field was yet in the land and no small plant of the field had yet sprung up - for the Lord God had not caused it to rain on the land, and there was no man to work the ground...."

Ok, that verse alone is amazing....."no small plant of the field"?  I bet that could be translated "transplant" or "seedling"!  And then it says, "sprung up".  I told the kids that even the expression "sprung up" is such a great picture of a plant springing up out of the ground quickly, immediately....how we long for that!  But, as the verse goes on it says "the Lord God had not caused it to rain on the land...."  That says it all - the Lord God is the Gardener.  He is the one who causes plants to spring up.  He is the one who waters.  He is the one who determines when this all will happen.  And, He needs us as assistant gardeners.  He needed a man to "work the ground".  How can that be when work is equated with curses?  Because work ISN'T a curse!  Work is good!  Being in a garden, working in a garden is literally Paradise!  The curse that comes later is that" thistles and thorns is shall bring forth for you", "in pain you shall eat of it all the days of your life", "by the sweat of your face you shall eat bread"....oh how true all of that is.....

However, at that time, pre-sin, gardening was awesome.  Verse 8 of chapter 2 says this, "And the Lord God planted a garden in Eden, in the east, and there he put the man whom he had formed.."  I love this verse!  God planted a garden.  Then He puts man there.  First home.  A garden.  How fantastic.  "And out of the ground the Lord God made to spring up every tree that is pleasant to the sight and good for food."  I didn't know what to pray before, now I do.  "Lord, please make every tree/seedling/transplant/seed to spring up!  May our vegetables be pleasant to the sight and GOOD FOR FOOD!!!!"  When you read that verse it is such a good reminder that we DO NOTHING to cause the vegetables to grow.  We think we are the ones who planted, but we aren't.  God even formed us, so we can't take credit for even the planting.  Nope.  We think we set up irrigation, but we didn't.  God created water to come up from under the earth!  From our well!  Who thinks up these things?!  We think we designed a really cool (and expensive) irrigation system, but we didn't.  RM has a brain that is incredible, but also given to him by God.  We think that we planted this garden, but no God planted it.  The Bible nailed it.  He put Adam there and He put us here.  

"The Lord God took the man and put him in the garden of Eden to work it and keep it."  Not as punishment.  No curse yet.  Working and keeping a garden would have been fun!  A blessing!  A joy!  Is that why we all started to kind of enjoy the weekend as it went on?  It went from being stressful to amazing.  It went from wondering why we were doing this to now we know why we are doing this...gardening is a reflection of Paradise!  But....we aren't supposed to do it alone.  Adam was lonely.  He needed a helper....All throughout the weekend I thought to myself, "This is nuts.  I could NEVER do this by myself without RM helping me."  I even thought to myself, "He doesn't need me.  If I weren't here, he'd be fine without me."  But then, all throughout the weekend he would say to me, "I couldn't do this without you.  If you weren't a part of this, I would never have taken this on."  And it's not because I can drive a tractor, which I can, but not the way he does.  And it's not because I am good at organizing, because I'm not.  It's more because I share the vision.  I am his greatest encourager.  I'm all in because I see the bigger picture and so does he.  So in that sense, I am definitely his helpmeet and he needs me because I am right there beside him as he tackles the things I cannot do.  Straight from Scripture again.  The pattern is right in Genesis.

Later even though they sin, I still love the verse that says, "God walked through the garden in the cool of the day...."  Ok, he was looking for them, but He walked through the garden...it sounds pleasant, beautiful, soothing.  We love doing that.  We have chairs set up and after we walk through the garden in the cool of the day, we then sit and watch the sunset together most nights.  It's so wonderful.

To top it all off, I believe we were also spared a couple tragedies.  My 9 year had quite the bike spill and got a scraped elbow and leg.  But he's completely fine and has learned a good biking lesson.  My 12 year old was playing basketball and turned away from the net to go get the ball when suddenly the huge, heavy, tall net came crashing down.  In the years of being outside, the base had corroded and in that moment decided to break.  We would never have seen that coming.  It missed her by just a few feet.  If she hadn't moved out of the way to get the ball it would have either killed her or very badly hurt her.  I was right there when it happened and my breath was taken away.  We were spared and I knew it.  I thanked God over and over for His protection on her and for sparing us.

All weekend long the weather cooperated, too.  The machinery cooperated.  We didn't take that lightly either.  We knew that was a gift from God as well.

I could go on and on, but I have to go back to the clinic still.  It has been determined I have had an infection and am now on antibiotics for it.  Hopefully will heal fast.....

One last thing....if our garden fails, there is always the lemonade stand.  Our younger kids had it going all weekend and they made a small killing yet again.  I'm telling you, we are in the wrong busines....

Holy Ground

I am walking by faith every day.  I have no choice.  We are selling the harvest boxes slowly but surely, but not as fast as I want them sold!  What is oddly taking off is the sale of my vinecrafts.  I have a lot of orders!  I'm so amazed!  I have taken to going door to door to sell the harvest boxes just like a vacuum salesperson.  And, what is amazing, is that 1) I love doing it and 2) people love listening to the farmer up the street!  I even sold a couple doing that.  My sis-in-law helped me make a flyer and that really helped as I had something to hand over to people.

I also have discouraging times though.  It seems, big surprise, that you only learn the gardening business by making mistakes.  Why does it have to be that way!?  I knew I had to "harden off" the plants before they went outside permanently, but I didn't know they couldn't be out there for hours in the sun, so sadly, in the hardening off process, a few of the little seedlings passed on to plant heaven.  I was SOOOOO sad!  After all that work!  However, lesson learned, and today they won't go out for hours, but instead a much shorter amount of time and not in direct sun.  So annoying.  I can replant them, so it's not a huge loss, but still frustrating.

I'm in Joshua now and every time I open up the Word, I just beg God to give me something, to encourage me, to speak to me in some way.  I'm never disappointed.  Today it was Joshua 5.  After crossing the Jordan miraculously they ended up in a place called Gilgal and it says "they kept the Passover".  The next day, "on that very day, they ate of the produce of the land....And the manna ceased the day after they ate of the produce of the land.  And there was no longer manna for the people of Israel, but they ate of the fruit of the land of Canaan that year."

This passage is amazing.  After years and years, 40 to be exact, the manna stopped.  Years and years of faithfully being given what they needed every single day, suddenly the manna was no longer needed - why? - Because they ate of the produce of the land.  This has been my experience, too.  God has done this in our lives whenever there is a need particularly financial.  For example, braces.  We've had all of our older kids in braces, 5 of them so far, and apparently there are more coming.  We had no benefits for years and somehow, during that time, God provided the extra income needed and then when the braces were done, that source of income dried up.  It's inexplicable really.  This was exactly what happened with the Israelites, too.  For years they had no way of growing food in the wilderness, so God had to provide in a miraculous way, but when they moved into the land flowing with milk and honey, they no longer needed the manna and it suddenly stopped on "that very day" that they ate produce from the land.  I find this very encouraging because it tells me God knows what I need.  He knows all about my garden.  He knows when the seeds need to go in.  He knows when the irrigation needs to be set up.  He knows when the harvest boxes need to be sold and on what "very day" this all needs to happen.  The fact it talks about eating the "produce of the land" is, again, very cool to me.  It reassures me that we, and the people who have ordered boxes, will be eating the produce of the land when they are supposed to be eating the produce of the land, literally on what day they will start eating it!  And in the meantime, God will provide what I need, the "manna" that I need.   I have a funny feeling that during the Passover the night before, they gave thanks.  Is it coincidence that the next day the miracle of eating the produce of the land happened?  No.  You give thanks and then the miracle is imminent.

So, yesterday, I forced myself to do this.  I forced myself to thank God for everything that I didn't have that I thought I needed including the lack of orders, lack of irrigation supplies, dying seedlings. etc., etc. and by faith, I tried to trust God and thank Him for what I DO have including the many vine craft orders, the way I'm being taken care of daily at the clinic still, the meals that are still coming in allowing me to rest and heal, the beautiful weather....so many things.  Reading this passage this morning was great and reminded me that God is sovereign.  The final passage in chapter 5 confirmed what I was feeling.  It says, "When Joshua  way by Jericho, he lifted up his eyes and looked, behold, a man was standing before him with his drawn sword in his hand."  Joshua then asks the man if he was for them or for their adversaries.  He says, "No; but I am the commander of the army of the Lord.  Now I have come."  Joshua then falls and worships and the man tells him, "Take off your sandals from your feet, for the place where you are standing is holy."  I suddenly felt like Joshua.  It was like God was telling me, "You are standing on holy ground".  What He is doing in this garden experience is my holy ground.  He is doing something through this to sanctify me, grow my faith, grow my children's faith.  I don't necessarily have a man with a sword drawn in front of me, but I just need to be like Joshua and lift my eyes and look.  I need to look for where He's worked in the even just the past week.  We've had so many stories and I haven't even recorded them all.  For example we had a broken skid steer this past week.  That is a terrible machine to fix, but a crazy idea came to my husband.  Maybe it was just a simple wire that needed to be bypassed.  It was too simple, but to our amazement, it worked.  The garden was then completely filled with manure, 180 trips later, thanks to the fixed skid steer.  So amazing.

So, just minutes ago, RM and I walked to the garden and we talked with God.  We stood at the top of the hill and we just prayed for a Red Sea/Jordan River miracle.  I took my shoes off even, like Joshua, knowing we were standing on holy ground and we worshiped.  

Story Time

Where do I even begin?  I will try to document the last two weeks, but I have a feeling it isn't going to be short.  Sorry.  It's a series of stories.

The Tommy Story

It began a couple of weeks ago.  RM was on the tractor hoeing with the grape hoe attachment, beginning the never-ending attack on the weeds that were springing up everywhere, when out of nowhere, a black Pilot comes driving down the vines towards him, beeping as it went.  RM stopped the tractor, somewhat disoriented, "Where did this guy come from?"  Out popped a Vietnamese man with arms waving.  I could tell he was wanting work on our farm just by what RM was saying, "Oh, we're mostly pruned, just have to tie the vines......"  But this guy, Tommy, was relentless.  The next thing I knew, RM was gone and the truck was gone.  Where?!  I joke now that Tommy kidnapped him.  I still have no idea where they went, but I assume it was driving around looking at the vines.  I started praying right away, first of all, just in case he was kidnapped, that he would be safely returned, and then I started praying that RM would know what to do.  We've never hired workers.  We don't have any extra income for that kind of thing.  But I also wondered if there was a way and that RM would have a sense of discernment as to what to do.  

Next thing I know, the kidnapping was over.  Tommy returned RM to his tractor and took off.  RM came walking over to me and and said, "I hired him!"  I was so shocked and so happy at the same time.  Within minutes, Tommy had gone back to where he lives, picked up his wife and two others and they were in our vines fixing mistakes we had made apparently and rescuing us from ourselves.  We consider Tommy a vine angel.  He has been working in vines for over 25 years and is a literal expert in grape farming.  He shook his head at all that we had been doing and basically said, "You need to thank me for helping you. You don't know what you're doing.  I do.  I'll fix everything." And that's exactly what he's done.  In a matter of days he and his crew have repruned, retied...basically doing everything a vineyard needs to grow properly. You can tell just by looking at it that it has been done by professionals instead of us amateurs.  That's one aspect of the miracle.  

What has come out of this is a huge sigh of relief....by all of us.  Our kids were great workers, but having never worked in a vineyard before they really didn't know what they were doing.  They were also very busy and though they were being so faithful and diligent, they did have actual jobs or studying to do, they were having a hard time finding time to help as much as we needed them.  Tommy has stepped in and relieved our kids.  They are so grateful.

Tommy has also relieved my husband.  You never know the burden that is on your mind until it has been lifted sometimes.  Having a professional vinedresser in the vines has alleviated so much stress from RM.  He walks around with a new sense of peace and happiness because he knows that his vines are in good hands.  What Tommy has taken on has allowed RM to help me in the garden and has allowed RM to focus his time in places that will make him money.  Tommy keeps telling RM, "You make money....."

The Hay Story

How to pay for Tommy though, that was the question.  We rarely get paid for the hay on time.  We wait and wait and then we bug the people who owe us and then sometimes after all that bugging, it finally comes in and then they often don't pay what we asked for.  Not this time.  We not only got paid on time, but early, in our minds.  We didn't have to bug the people at all and they paid what we asked for.  This allowed us to pay Tommy and crew and that was such an answer to prayer.  We figured if God brought Tommy, remember he came to us, beeping down the vines, we didn't look for him, then God would help us find a way to pay for him and He did.

The Grape Story

Turns out Tommy is quite connected to other vine growers in the area and within days of connecting with him, he started connecting us with other growers.  One guy down the street no longer wanted to farm his grapes, but he wanted to keep the vines on his property.  He wanted someone like us to farm them for him and we would be able to have all the grapes in return for a couple of cases of wine.  Tommy said, "You should do this."  So off we went to meet the grape owner and within a couple of days, we had a handshake contract and are now farming two more acres of grapes which will be a great benefit to us come Fall.  Thanks Tommy!  Love this guy.  The irony is that 15 years ago, we would come out this way to go the wineries on this exact street where we are farming.  We would look at each other and say, "Who gets to live here?"  The vines we are now farming are right across the street from the winery we used to sit at as a suburban tourist couple.  If you had told me then, in 15 years you'll be living up the street and farming the grapes you are looking at now, I WOULD NEVER HAVE BELIEVED YOU.

The Surgery-Gone-Wrong Story

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to me, I was sick.  I had gone to the surgeon at the one month mark and everything looked great.  But it was not great.  There was a low lying infection going on beneath the surface that suddenly appeared a week ago.  I ended up in hospital and had to go back in for a minor procedure to get rid of the infection.  This now has me daily in a clinic getting the infection drained and dressing changed every single day for the next month to six weeks.  Right at the busy gardening season.  But, thank God for Tommy.  Because he was in our lives, RM and family were able to step up when I was down and out.  Because God knew the future where I would not be well, He put Tommy in place AHEAD of the game, allowing the family to not worry about the vines, or how to pay for Tommy and this allowed the family to take care of me during my rough spell.  Though it was a bit of a scary time, RM was not stressed about the farm.  We look back already and see how God was taking care of things way before we even knew it.

The Church Story

It all happened so fast, me getting sick, that I didn't send out an email telling the world.  I just lay in bed hoping to get better.  But I wasn't getting better, I was getting worse.  One friend wouldn't stop asking the girls what was going on.  The girls kept telling her they had never seen me like this and didn't know what was wrong.  That was enough for her.  She got on the computer and set up a meal train and the next thing I know meals started showing up like I'd never seen before.  I've received meals for 8 babies and have always been grateful, but I've never been sick and received meals.  It was different somehow, somehow more humbling as I really couldn't do anything.  I couldn't think about shopping.  I could barely walk.  My kids had been amazing "moms" for days, but were starting to fade.  "It's hard to be a mom to 8!" they kept saying.  Haha.  When the meals came, we all just sat there, so happy!  We all ate and ate like it was the best food we'd ever had.  The food just tasted so good and there was a gratitude for it that we had never experienced before.  Food from fellow believers has healing power, I'm convinced.  There's just something about it that heals the body and the soul.  That was the true Church coming through and there are still days left.  I am SO GRATEFUL.

The In-Law Story

While all of this was going on we had Mother's Day....for me it was the best ever because I got a two day celebration out of it as the kids wouldn't be around on the actual day as the girls were leading worship together, so we celebrated on the Saturday and the Sunday - score!   Being sick had an added benefit, I actually took the day off.  I really couldn't do much.  On the Sunday, my in-laws came over.  RM took his mom out in the vines and she was just having her best day, loving the view, the outdoors, the chickens, the grandchildren.  Overcome with emotion, she cried, "Can we live here?"  YES!  We've said all along we will take any parent who wants to come.  We could so easily have things set up for anyone to move in.  RM hesistantly said to talk to his Dad as he thought he might be more resistant to the idea, but within 24 hours, we got a clear  - yes.  This is big news.  We are now working around the clock to make this work as fast as possible.  God just seems to have everything on overdrive right now.  We can hardly believe how fast our lives are changing from day to day!

The Worship Story

My two daughters got to lead worship together this past Sunday.  It was so beautiful.  They were so happy.  Having lost our worship pastor was sad, but it has certainly allowed for others to step up and that has given my daughters opportunities that would never have happened otherwise.  So though some mourn, I see how God has used loss to create new life in the church.  Kind of cool.

The Surgeon Story

I can't believe how many stories are being written in our lives right now.  It is fun to wake up each day and wonder, "What will happen today?"   Going in to the hospital this past Monday I prayed, "Lord, give me someone to talk to."  I didn't realize it would be the surgeon himself.  I was awake this time for the procedure.  He started asking me about my farm, where we lived, etc.  Turns out he buys eggs from our neighbour, small world.  I told him to buy vegetables from me as he just lives a few minutes from us.  He wrote all our info down and is probably going to come by this summer!  I also talked with the med student again who my son follows on youtube about getting into med school.  He and were having a great chat about essay writing, Marineland, how to get into med school, all during the whole procedure.  I thanked him for all his help again and how much my son appreciates what he does.  Very funny.

Now, I head in every day to see the nurses in the clinic.  We already have a lovely rapport and I pray we'll have wonderful conversations over the next 4-6 weeks.  I marvel at the care I'm getting and how our health care allows for this.  I marvel at the human body and how it knows what to do.  I marvel at how you never know what a day will bring.  I continue to be full of hope and excitement.  

One thing I can't believe I'm excited about is dirt.  RM dug up the garden again and the soil looked like real soil compared to clay like last summer.  I picked it up like a real farmer and tried to make a "dirt ball" with it.  It was perfect.  I have learned so much that in that one squeeze, I knew our vegetables would grow.  I'm so excited about that!

So, there's my list of stories just for two weeks.  I'm sure the next two weeks will bring even more.