I of course have a lot to write about since Honey and I were on R&R. So was it???? Well, mostly.

Our Cabin

We Providentially were going to the Shenandoah Valley for a week of rest. Ben announced that he was going on his Appalachian Trail hike for 4 days. That he needed a ride to his launching point. We almost always go the the Maryland mountains; actually WV. But Providentially we were going where he needed to go. We arrived at our site unseen cabin near Bryce Resort in VA (it was ok). We settled in and Ben made himself comfy for the night.

Ben resting before his big adventure!

The next morning Honey and Ben rose early and prepared to head out. I made it out of bed to see my baby boy off……that’s where it ends……he’s not a baby boy any more. He’ll be 20 on Friday, May 16; born at 7:07 weighing in at 7.8 lbs, 21″ long….with a BIG head! We never forget the details, but they change. He’s a man now. He is what John Eldridge calls, “Wild at Heart”. He was born for adventure. He was born to fly. I learned yrs ago (11 yrs) when Becca took her first missions trip with Teen Missions Intl. and spent 5 wks in Mexico, arrows in the hand of a warrior are meant to be released. It’s so painful though….and I usually don’t want to do it. But I must. So, as I released my son and kissed him on the cheek….I rested in the everlasting arms of Jesus. And as I release Becca the day before her 24th birthday to go to Germany for 7 months with YWAM as a photographic missionary, I will be resting as always in the everlasting arms of my Father God.

And He’s off!

Ben’s 30 lb pack….he learned that 30 lbs is too much! He ditched a couple things on the first ascent!

My other man….he spent many a summer at Camp Hemlock Wilderness Camp in WV

He met many wonderful and interesting folks on “the trail”. Honey and I were praying for “angels unaware” to care for him….and guess what they did…they had one “trail angel” show up with a coleman stove and cook pancakes and sausage for everyone at one shelter!!!! God is awesome!!!!

I guess this will be a yr of resting. As I enter that phase of life where I no longer give life, but release it, I must rest. That’s the only way to do this thing called life.

In our little cabin in the woods of VA, there was nothing…no cell phone signal, no TV…nothing….but Honey and I had each other and we enjoyed our time…doing mostly nothing but enjoying the quietness out of the hustle and bustle of the DC area. Ben had to save his charged cell phone in case of an emergency and to call us when he was done and to also call for his pick up ride from his buddy Ryan at VaTech in Blacksburg.

HE MADE IT! Tired and weary….but he made it. During his nights I would be in much prayer….remembering all the scripture I’ve memorized to carry me through the nights of times like this…. When I was prone to worry, I would remember the words of my Saviour. “Peace I leave with you. Not as the world gives, give I to you. Believe in God, believe also in Me.” “Cast your cares upon Him, for He cares for you.” “Be anxious for NOTHING, but by prayer and supplication, let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, THAT PASSES ALL UNDERSTANDING will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.” And the one that really carried me through….”Who by worrying can add a single hr to his life.” “Do not be worried.”

So, I rested. I’ll share the story of the hummingbird sometime soon. But just as a introduction, God once again used this tiny little bird to show me His love the entire time Ben was away. He does care for us.

We were on that first ridge

That one little lamb looks very new to this world

Lots of baby black sheep

The views of the Shenandoah Valley are breath taking, that is if you love peace and quiet like we do. There really wasn’t much to do. We putzed around at Flea Markets but didn’t find any fleas only some fine finds. We visited little towns and bought a couple trinkets. We ate all our meals in because we have tooooo many food issues to eat out. But when you eat fresh farm food like we do…..oh man it was some of my finest cooking if I may say so myself. It’s kinda romantic to eat meals alone on a deck under an umbrella while the hummingbird frequents you and every fly from Va finds your location. Honey and I had some very sweet time together celebrating what God has done in our marriage, family and our lives.

We came upon this old country store with this pump….guess…go ahead and guess….36 9/10 cents!!!

I’d yell for Honey to stop…the views were beautiful!

We spent the last two days with a nice fire…and since I have my own right now…the windows were opened too!!!!!! What a hoot menopause is!!!!

While we were away, it started to rain. Ben was finished with his hike when the big thunderstorm rolled in. It’s really loud when your in the mountains and so close to the heavens. Honey loves thunderstorms. He stood by the deck and watched it closely. He taught me yrs ago to not be afraid of it, but to embrace it’s power and to respect it….I don’t cover my head any more, at least not since children came 24 yrs ago, but I’m not embracing them. It stopped raining for our drive home, but it started again later that day. I think if it doesn’t stop, we may have to buy a couple cows to eat this 5 acres….it’s nearly up to my knees! It may dry out by Wed, and that will be 2 wks since it was last cut….I may not come off the tractor for days….oh my how I don’t like grass….yrs ago, I told a lawn company who was trying to sell me chemicals…yeah right….that I’d rather pour concrete and paint it green than to have more lovely grass to cut….I hate this stuff….oh well. Grin and bear it I must….BUT we are retiring to the woods!!!!!!! Hallelujah!

I’m adding this to a sweater that I knitted while on R&R. I’ll show you when I’m done.

This was just so pretty I had to have it. I’m not sure what I’ll make, but it will be CUTE!

This is some great sock yarn. Becca loves homemade socks….it’s by The Dye Pot, a local gal.

We found a cute little yarn shop; The Fiber Smyth in Woodstock. Honey found out quickly that I love CUTE!


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