Archive - October, 2014

A “Home-made Christmas”

632-Nativity-SceneMany of us have traditions of family Christmases long ago that we zero in on each year.  Christmas, based on the generously lavish gift God sent into the world, i. e., the birth of Jesus Christ, the Savior, awakens generosity and gift-giving in people all over the world. Our little home is no exception.

One Christmas, it looked like we would be short of cash.  We determined that we would all have a “Home-made Christmas.” We included the kids in this little concept. Each of the kids got a chance to make gifts for one other and for Mom and Dad.

  • Our eldest made me a foot stool of wood with an upholstered cushion.
  • My husband and I fashioned a doll out of wooden spools for our young daughter.
  • My husband made me a small wooden nativity scene to set on our window sill. He designed a second one as a toy for our small daughter.

Not all of the gifts were made of wood.  My husband likes candy. What a perfect gifts we made for him from our kitchen…peanut brittle and toffee.

Though the home-made gifts worked for us when money was scarce, we need not wait for that reason to make Christmas home-made. Let me encourage you to try it. You may have many resources in your home and garage with which to work.  Be creative. You have plenty of time to get working on it. There are still over 2 months till Christmas. Not only will you be making a gift, you will make a memory!

To purchase cards with the “Nativity” design, drawn of the gift my husband made, follow this link to our store.

Would you like ideas for gift-making? Try this website: http://www.mommysavers.com/frugal-christmas-25-days-of-homemade-gift-ideas/

Sketch by Wenda Grabau

Velvet:Cat Epilogue

cat hunting, cat in grass, black and white cat,Epilogue: This little story illustrates a spiritual lesson or parable, if you wish.  The cat is like people, beloved by the farmer and his family.  The farmer and his family represent God, the Father and God, the Son.

Velvet, the cat, was doing her own thing, trespassing on the farmer’s territory.  It was natural for her look after her needs, but she was not aware that doing it on the farmer’s field was placing herself in danger. It is true that man is like this cat.  He lives life on his own not aware of God’s authority and rule over his life or of His wishes for man’s welfare.  Man does not recognize that in taking charge of his own life, he is trespassing in God’s territory. Man may even be ignoring God.

The farmer’s wife cared about the cat, a fact of which the cat was unaware.  The wife expressed her concern for the cat’s welfare in words to her daughter. Similarly, when God sees that man is in danger of destruction, He says so.  He provided His Word to communicate that to us.  In John 1:1, it says, “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”

The gospel continues in John 1:14, “And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth.” Just like farmer’s daughter coming to the cat to rescue it from danger in the hay field, Jesus came from His home in heaven to rescue mankind from the danger that he was in.

Real life situations can illustrate things about God, like it did in Velvet’s case. Though these are imperfect reflections of God Himself and His deeds, there is a perfect place to learn about Him.  God’s Word, the Holy Bible, provides the information and the power to change our lives.  Hebrews 4:12 says, “The Word of God is living and powerful, and sharper that any two-edged sword, piercing even to the division of soul and spirit, and of joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.” (NKJV) I hope you were encouraged by Velvet’s story. Let God’s Word be your biggest encouragement.

We have a card that may bring you pleasure.  It is called “Family Bible”.  Find it in our store.

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Velvet:Cat Exposed

black and white cat, cat,Unbeknownst to me, eyes had spotted me.  The Farmer’s wife seated on the tractor saw me in flight as I pounced on my lunch. She also saw me disappear from sight.

The time to bale the hay in the field where I hunted had come. This field was next on her list.  The tractor began to move along the rows of fluffed hay, pulling the baler that picked it up and packed the hay into small bales. Farmer’s daughter removed the bales from the baler and loaded and stacked them on the trailing hay wagon. This didn’t bother me, I stuck to my job of hunting.

Hay just before it is baled out in the field,Farmer’s wife and daughter both knew I was in the field, but since I had already dove beneath the hay, they could not figure out in which row I was hiding.  Farmer’s wife temporarily parked the tractor. “I sure would hate to bale that cat!”

“Me, too,” her daughter agreed.

They began their job once again and baled more hay. The workers and machinery circled the hayfield several times. Still I remained cool and hid in my fluffy cover. All at once, another field creature happened my way. Farmer’s daughter spied my reaction. She lit off of the hay wagon running toward me.

She startled me so that I missed my target and ran for dear life.  I left the field for my shed and my little ones. The tractor and baler kept moving ahead and cleaned up all the hay on that field.  I am glad I did not stay there after all. I will try again there tomorrow, but with all of that hay gone, there is no place to hide.  Hunting will be different, I might need to find a new place to work.

For a good look at tractor, see our antique tractor card in our store.

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photo credit:Wenda Grabau

Velvet:Cat Under Cover

Hi there! I am a young, nimble cat. I live on a dairy farm…Heritage Farm. My name is Velvet.

black and white cat, cat,My heritage here began when my grandpa, Mustache, settled here. His name came from his deep, black coat, highlighted on his muzzle with pure white patches that resembled a white mustache. My mother, another mostly black cat, had white beauty marks that made her stand out in a crowd. I came along resembling my mother. I have a velvety black coat with white slippers and a white bib on my chest. I am pretty cute. I have a small litter of kittens. So you can see that our heritage here is quite extensive.

My litter and I made a home in one of the farm sheds. The kittens have been exploring their world amongst the many hay bales that are stored for the calves to eat. They still depend on me for a lot of their care.

hay, drying hay, hay field, raked hay,One sunny day, I left the shed in search of food for my belly. The farmer and his family have a neat field of hay growing a few feet away from my shed. So I went out there searching for my lunch. I particularly like to hide in the hay and wait for a juicy mouse to pass by.

The farmer had cut the hay several days earlier. But on this day, he rolled each row of hay into what looked like a long fluffy rope. That was all the more interesting for me. You see, the fluffed hay was taller and was an easier place in which to hide. So, that is just what I did.

I heard the rumbling of the farmer’s tractor shake the the ground beneath me. I got used to it, so I stayed in my hiding place waiting patiently for my dinner to walk by. All of a sudden, sure enough, a field mouse ambled into my space.

I jumped up above the hay and dove down to get it. What a easy way to eat! I did not have to drive-in to eat, my dinner drove-in to my place. I decided to stick around for a second helping. Once again, I crawled under the canopy of hay to wait.

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photo credit:Wenda Grabau