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I had meant to write down something here about my trip to California.

My dad is such a hoot.  He says what he thinks (which explains a lot about me), and while we were there he told me about how proud he was of who I am.   “Jenny, ” he continued, “there are three things about you that I really appreciate. 1) You don’t suffer fools, 2) you don’t take guff off of anyone, and 3) you respect men who are only worth respecting.  And that includes your husband.” (!)

I felt pretty darn good about hearing that from my dad, and just wanted to post it.  He is a good father.

I do wish Nebraska would warm up, just a bit.

Damn winter.

Shakespeare had it right that time.

I have found in the last few days, that there were some issues to resolve with a child, and we have been spending the weekend working on that situation.  And, what did I learn?  I learned that when my children have done something wrong, they expect my first reaction to be anger.  Of course, this makes me sad, and I wish it was different.  However, yesterday, when confronted with a truth I would rather not have known about (or at least had to hear about), I found I was profoundly sad.

I forget sometimes, in speaking to my older children, that they are still children in many ways.  When a 5 year old runs out in the street, and barely misses getting hit by a car, there is that odd mixture of relief, sorrow, and anger.  I think the children tend to remember the anger more than anything, most likely because it is the most humiliating of all those reactions.

So, to yesterday-I get the never longed for news about one of my children, and my heart just broke.  I know my kids think I think first and foremost about their failure, but perhaps they need to be parents themselves to understand the first reaction is to wonder, “How did I fail?  Where did I go wrong?  Why would my child choose this?  What did I do to cause this?”

Initially, I don’t think about what they have done in light of their foolishness-of course they are foolish; they are growing up still.  But, there sat my child, talking about sin, and waiting for my anger.  My anger did not come as expected-I am angry a bit, but more at this world and how ugly and evil and enticing it can be.

And now, we wait upon the Lord to do a work in my child.  “O, that this too too solid flesh would melt…” is not far from how I feel today.  I am so thankful God is at work in my child, but I wish I could have kept my kid from the world.  Some days, bringing someone up in this world is a burden that is nearly overwhelming, save for the grace of God.

Well, my best friend told me the other day that she thinks I am such a hippie, because I make our yogurt.  I thought about this, and realized I have been changing how we eat.

Last year I began buying our milk from a local dairy farmer.  It is raw, and it is really good, and obviously antibiotic free.  I did not used to spend much time thinking about all of this.   But, I had been convicted last year that I need to use my local resources, and stop buying so much pre-made food.  These thoughts have spilled over to reassessing how we eat and why we eat it.

I only now have found a farmer that sells grass fed beef which I am willing to try, and I find that with our gluten intolerance we eat much more simpler grains, and do not buy frozen foods as often.   Next month I will try the beef, and I already plan on doubling my garden this spring.

Maybe I am a hippie.

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