Found in Translation

As an adolescent, one of my favorite pastimes was opening up my family's antique cedar chest, and pulling out a small, brown paper bag that contained all I knew about the life of my maternal grandmother.  The old smell and black and white photos made me feel like I was connected to her.  She died on April 14, 1962, the day my mother was born.

My maternal grandmother, Rosario de la Paz Rios.

Her name was Rosario de la Paz Rios.  She was a 26-year old beloved school teacher when she tragically passed, shortly after giving birth, due to not being closely monitored and having a severe heart condition.  I would spend a good portion of my life trying to piece together what she was like and secretly wanting to be like her.  On rare occasions when I visited with older, maternal relatives I was often told that I favored her.  When I finally managed to muster up the courage to ask a closer family member about her life, I was graciously turned away.  Traditionally, the older generations don't speak of the dead.

I have always known that the bulk of my heritage traces back to Mexico, with rumored drops of Italian and Puerto Rican blood on my paternal side.  I have gone back as far as possible with helpful tools like ancestry.com, but have yet to make it past the early 1900s.  I have been told that it would be necessary to travel into old Catholic churches in Mexico to find records beyond that.  With the current situation across the border, I do not foresee that happening anytime soon.  Plus, I wouldn't know where to start.

Thus, my research was at a standstill for a very long time.  Until recently, I assumed that I would need to be at peace with not knowing certain things about my family's history.  Many of my older relatives were gone long before I thought to ask them such questions, and those alive gave me bits and pieces of information over many years, or none at all.

The only paperback copy my family and I
currently own of Poemas Del Alma.

The answer seems obvious now, as hindsight often is.  You see, it was my maternal great-grandmother, Elodia M. de la Paz, who was a published author.  She penned a book of Spanish poetry, Poemas Del Alma, or Poems of the Soul, that was printed by Rio Grande Printers, Inc. in 1969.  Why I had not jumped at the opportunity to read the book before now is beyond me.  I can only conclude that I was meant to read it for such a time as this.  

Reading through it has been more rewarding than I could have imagined.  It's as if the missing puzzle piece is finally within my grasp!  As I read her words, I felt so many different emotions:  inspiration, pride, sadness and gratitude.  Though this was certainly not the case, I felt like she had written this book, so many years ago, just for me.  This was better than any story I had ever heard about her or other kinsmen.  In reading her story, I learned that she was extremely well educated and graduated from Pan American College.  She later married and had four children, her youngest and only girl being my grandmother.  She was a woman of faith and a dedicated mother.  Originally from Mexico, she was a fan and citizen of the United States, often feeling the nuances of navigating both cultures.

I immediately set out to start translating a couple of her poems into English, but was met with doubts.  Would I do the poems justice?  Could I translate without losing the feeling behind them?  Though I am much more confident translating from Spanish to English than from English to Spanish, I am far from perfect at it.  I asked a dear friend, Carla, for her help in translating certain words and colloquial phrases.  Below is our first collaboration of bringing her work to life in the English language:

My maternal great-grandparents.
Poet Elodia M. de la Paz on her wedding day.

A mi adorada hija Rosario
(profesora)

No me quejo Señor por lo que has hecho
pues comprendo, tus obras son perfectas;
seguiré en Tí creyendo mientras viva
aunque mis ilusiones ya estén muertas.

Quisiste un ángel más allá en tu cielo
y dirigiendo al mundo tu mirada
escogiste a mi santa hija del alma
dejándome a llorar, desesperada.

Pero a pesar del grande desconsuelo
por el dolor sufrido, te bendigo,
porque con él se lavará mi alma
y te agradezco, oh Dios, ese castigo.

Mi fé hacia Tí me hace reconocer
que poco a poco aliviarás mi herida,
manteniendo mi fuerza la esperanza
con la que pueda soportar la vida.

Mi hija se haya en el cielo, ya a tu lado
sera el ángel que cuide nuestra vida;
es lo mejor para ella destinado
pues vivirá, por siempre bendecida.

To my adored daughter, Rosario
(a teacher)

I won't complain, Lord, for what You have done
I understand that Your ways are perfect
I will continue believing in You as long as I live
Even though my dreams are dead

You wanted another angel in Heaven
And looking at the world
You chose my soul's saintly daughter
Leaving me without hope

Though I am deeply grieved
for the pain suffered, I bless you
because with it my soul will be washed clean
and I am grateful, oh Lord, for that punishment

My faith in You makes me recognize
that little by little You will heal my wound
hope maintaining my strength
with which I can bear this life

My daughter finds herself in Heaven, by your side
she will be the angel that takes care of our lives;
it is the best destiny for her
she will live, forever blessed.

Because I looked up to my grandmother so much growing up, it made sense that I would translate the poem her mother wrote about her, first.  In reading through Poemas del Alma, it seems that I have a new heroine:  my great-grandmother, Elodia.  It is a life goal of mine to eventually publish a book.  And not just any book, but a book of poetry.  This whole process has been a reminder that everything happens in due season.  My great-grandmother published her only book long after her four children were grown.  While I do not know if my process will take as long, I know that I need not be in a hurry.

I look forward to the rest of my journey in translation about the life of a woman I never knew, that reminds me so much of myself.

What NOT to Say to a Pregnant Woman

Pregnancy...ah.  The joy and the pain.  The pleasure of feeling your little human move around inside of you, coupled with hormones that occasionally make you feel like a beached whale.

The following is a small collection of quotes that I and other expectant moms I know have experienced.  It's important to note that most of them were said by well-intentioned family members, friends and acquaintances.  I have written what was said, what would be better to say, and what the expectant mom should not respond with (albeit tempting at times).

"Wow, you're getting really big!"
Instead, try asking, "How far along are you?"
Expectant mom, refrain from responding with, "Careful, I might eat you next!"

"Are you having twins?!"
Try, "Do you know the gender of your baby?"
The expectant mom snaps, moves her head around and asks, "Does it look like I'm having twins?!" all the while staring down the person who asked.

"So...is this it?!"
Instead of asking this, try, "So what's next for you (and your spouse)?"
The mama bear wants to say, "Nah...we want at least two more!"


"My doctor gave me the option of having another cesarean with my second born, but I've never been one to take the easy way out."
Why not say, "I wasn't comfortable with the idea of another c-section, so I opted for a VBAC instead."
Mama, try not to answer with, "That's funny.  I've never thought of major surgery as taking the easy way out."

"You already have your perfect pair."
Instead of this, say something like, "You have been blessed with a beautiful boy and girl."
The mother with the perfect pair shouldn't say, "Have I met your limit?"

The day after having the baby:

"I thought you already had a baby..." pats stomach and makes an expression with big eyes.
Instead, ask, "How are you feeling?"
The healing mom might feel like asking something along the lines of, "Do you want me to punch you in the face?!"

"I'm so sorry you had a c-section."
Ask instead, "Is there any way I can help or serve you and your family during this time?"
Recovering mama, look the person straight in the eye and ask, "Why are you sorry?"  Or retort with, "I'm certainly not sorry."

"You remind me of Grimace, or Barney, or the Hamburglar!"
Say, "You look cute pregnant!"  Or take advice from Thumper (cue Bambi here) and don't say anything at all.

"Are you going for a dozen or a half dozen?"
Maybe try, "Do you see yourself having a large family one day?"
The defensive mom is wondering, "I don't see how that's any of your business?"

"You only get one good one."
Perhaps say something like, "You are braver than I am."
Don't respond with, "I'm sorry you only have one good one."

"Suzie had to have a c-section, but that's okay because it's her last one."
Try instead, "I know of other women that have had cesareans.  Sometimes it's what's best for the mother and baby."
Try your best to refrain from saying something snarky.

This is a small sampling of the quotes I have heard from others directed at pregnant women.  When I was pregnant with my first child, I felt as if I was constantly walking around with a sign hanging around my neck that said, "Please give me your unsolicited advice."  With each pregnancy (this is my third), my skin has become thicker and my confidence has grown.

Bottom line: expectant mothers deserve for you to be gracious with your speech.  Quite frankly, if you knew how much self-control and grace we administer when encountering such situations, you would be amazed.

Now tell me, what is the most absurd thing you (or a friend) have heard while pregnant?!

Pretend They're Rabbits

Seriously.  Children eat frequently and in small amounts.  Or at least, my four-year old boy and two-year old girl do!  For the past couple of months, I have been trying new ways to get my firstborn to eat new foods and more vegetables.  The boy would eat fruit all day if I let him!  My daughter eats anything and everything.  What can I say?  She's a girl after my own heart!

I knew I needed help inspiring my lad, so I went to the online source of infinite wisdom and ideas:  Pinterest!  Parenting, in my humble opinion, is much like teaching:  other parents and teachers always have the BEST ideas.  I cannot take credit for any of the following gems, but did want to pass on these new tricks that have helped tremendously.  The difference is like night and day.

1.  Create fun faces and shapes, etc. with their food.

This evening, our children enjoyed eating Pad Thai with us.
Even the bell peppers and carrots were consumed without a problem!

This was lunch one day when I desperately needed to go grocery
shopping.  I usually try to have three food groups (at least)
represented.  On this day, there was only two:  berries and
sliced turkey (they have no problem eating either).

Something so simple made such a difference.  All of a sudden a typical meal turned into a fun adventure with commentary like, "I'm going to eat the eyes first!" or "There goes the mouth!"  It takes a maximum of two minutes for me to do this when serving the children lunch.  They look forward to the silly face every time!

2.  Serve their food in small containers instead of on traditional plates.

I found these plastic containers (that come with tops) at
Dollar Tree.  I believe they are sold 10 for $1.00.

On the menu for lunch on this particular day:  turkey slices,
mandarins and string cheese.  Easy peasy!

The possibilities are endless!

Each day right before lunch, my son asks, "What surprise are we eating today?!"  Serving their food in separate containers has, for whatever reason, made them more excited about what they will eat.  Since my boy will be attending school all day beginning next year, there is a strong possibility that I will be packing similar meals for him.

3.  Roll the dice...literally.

I also found the jumbo dice at Dollar Tree (2 for $1.00).
It's probably one of my favorite stores.

Both my children enjoy rolling the jumbo dice on the table, counting the dots, and then taking as many bites from their food as they roll.  Hooray for cross-curricular connections while eating!  I know some people are very strict about what they allow on their tables during meals.  On rare occasions, my son likes to bring toys to the table during lunch.  If he eats his food, I allow it.  I'm not a Nazi about it.

I am happy to report that after trying these three simple strategies, I now have two children that are open to trying new foods and eating more vegetables.  I know this is not the end of the journey and that there will likely be picky phases ahead.  Still, I am excited for the progress we have made!  Here are the links to the sites that gave me these ideas and helped:

Picky Eater Dos and Don'ts

25 Tips for Dealing with Picky Eaters from Moms Who've Been There

And now I want to hear from you all!  What are some tricks that have helped you deal with picky eaters?

Life Interrupted

The abrupt halt of my morning

Came with showers outside

Half the city mourning

Your unannounced, most recent voyage

The calendar on the wall

Mocks me

With no days left

To plan

Forward I travel

Though my soul stays still

Patching together

Our shared history

An unfinished quilt

The underside, messy

My visual prompt

To welcome interruption.

5 Tips for Living a Frugal Life

Over the years, I have been asked how my husband and I have managed to live on (mostly) one income.  While choosing this lifestyle has not come without sacrifice, it has worked well for our family.  Here are some necessary steps that continue to help us live frugally:

1.  We paid off our debt, first.
When my husband and I were engaged, we took Dave Ramsey's Financial Peace University course through our church (we highly recommend him and still follow many of his principles—check out his website). This is one of the most important steps we took, as it got us discussing finances and ensured we were on the same page before getting married.

I came into our marriage with $14,100.00 worth of debt that was comprised of a college loan, my Ford Escort and a credit card.  While that may not seem like a lot to some, we still worked hard to pay it off as quickly as possible.  We began what Ramsey refers to as the Debt Snowball in August of 2009, the month we got married.  We were both employed full-time and paid $800.00 a month towards our debt.  It took us 17 months to pay it off.  I cannot explain the peace that came once that weight was off of our shoulders, but it was well worth it.

As newlyweds, we lived in a modest, two-bedroom duplex.  Because the rent was cheap, we were able to chunk a good portion of our money to what we owed.  We knew buying a home would come eventually.

2.  We have a strict budget for groceries, and I make meal plans every week.
We are currently a family of four, and we budget $600.00 a month for groceries.  I know families of similar sizes that budget much more, and others that set aside less.  This amount works for us, and we strive to eat healthy food.  That means we buy a good amount of produce and fewer processed items.  Trying to maintain a healthy lifestyle is expensive!

When grocery shopping, we withdraw cash.  It is much easier to stay within your budget when you are holding tangible dollar bills.  There have been plenty of times that I have wanted to splurge on something but put it back on the shelf because I know we can't afford it that particular week.

In our modern world with sites like Pinterest and access to most things at the touch of a fingertip, finding recipes is easy.  I typically plan for a maximum of three meals per week (we are good leftover eaters).  I create my grocery lists based solely on what we will be consuming, and snacks for us.  I do not usually deviate from the list when at the store.  Side note:  crockpots and Rotisserie chickens are especially helpful!

This also means that we seldom eat out.  When we do, it is a welcome treat (and a separate budget line item).  Do we have moments that we go for the convenience of a meal?  Absolutely.  Especially now that we are expecting our third child (hello, frozen chicken nuggets and french fries!).  We just don't make it the norm.

3.  We bought a house we could afford on ONE income.
I'll write that one more time:  We bought a house we could afford on ONE income.  Could we have bought a bigger, nicer home?  Yes, but eventually we would have been living above our means and we would have accumulated debt all over again.  When my husband and I were engaged, we agreed that when it came time for us to have children, I would stay at home with them (at least during their most formative years).   We worked towards that end before our firstborn son arrived, a little after two years of marriage.

There is much peace in not ever having to think about my mortgage and whether or not we can afford it.

4.  We love hand me downs and believe in the barter system.
We never say no when hand me downs are offered to us.  If they don't work for whatever reason, we keep passing them along, or donate them to Goodwill (also a great place to find jeans for the children).  We have been so blessed by some of the most generous people in our community through hand me downs.  I never tire of receiving them, and I keep the cycle going by paying it forward when we are done with them.

Since resigning from my full-time teaching position in 2012, I have been giving piano lessons part-time from our home.  I average about 15 students per semester.  Every year, there are a few students whose parents cannot afford to pay the full monthly fee.  I have bartered piano lessons for help with gardening, babysitting and meals.  I have gained so much through these experiences, not to mention hardworking, dedicated students and families.  It is a joy to live life intentionally with others, even if it means that four out of five weeknights our home is full of people and noise.

5.  We tithe.
Of all the aforementioned tips that have helped us, this is the one that is most instrumental to our faith.  We tithe 10% of our income, which means we give that amount back to the Lord (whom we believe blesses us with all things) and live on 90% of our income.  "Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse, that there may be food in my house.  Test me in this," says the Lord Almighty, "and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that there will not be room enough to store it." -Malachi 3:10  This is the only place in the Bible that the Lord says we can test Him, and we feel that is significant.

We don't know what it's like to live on 100% of our income because we've never done it.  It has been our experience, however, that the Lord more than keeps His promises when you take Him at His word.

Has it always been easy?  No.  Do I sit around the house all day eating Bon-Bons?  I wish!  It is also important to note that it would be much harder for us to live this way if we lived anywhere else in the United States.  South Texas has a reputation for being the poorest region in our country, and it is.  The cost of living, therefore, is extremely affordable.  When I take a step back and look at the larger picture, I am continually reminded that we are rich in the things that matter.  When you have traveled the world and spent time in countries like China and Mexico, you see what real materialistic poverty looks like.  But that, my friends, is a whole other post...

Now I want to hear from you!  What are some money-saving practices that have helped you and your family (I am always a learner)?

The First Semester

"You are the light of the world.  A city set on a hill cannot be hidden.  Nor do people light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a stand, and it gives light to all in the house.  In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven." -Matthew 5:14-16

I started praying about my firstborn son's education when he was about 18-months old.  It was at that age that I observed he was a self-motivated, eager learner.  While getting ready to go somewhere, he would point to the letters and numbers on our license plates and recite them, or signal us to tell him what they were.  He did the same thing while at the grocery store with the different food prices.  Over time, it became more and more obvious to me and those around me:  I had a very advanced child.

This day in May of 2015 was a dream come true for our son!
We visited Dinosaur World in Glen Rose, Texas.

As a former classroom teacher, I continued working with him at home, letting him take the lead in whatever he was interested in.  When he was a young toddler, that was letters, shapes, colors and numbers.  When he turned three, just after his Thomas the Train fascination, we moved on to dinosaurs.  This was one of my favorite topics, as I was learning right alongside him!  As a child, I was only familiar with the main species portrayed in The Land Before Time:  Triceratops, Apatosaurus, Tyrannosaurus Rex, etc.  Working with him exposed me to so many more!  Currently, as a four-year old, we are learning about the presidents.  Once again, I am learning, too!

It became evident during his third year of life that he needed regular mental and social stimulation outside of me.  We participated in regular playdates, and are blessed to be surrounded by grandparents and other family members that also contribute to his life.  My husband and I began discussing and exploring different schooling options for him.  To learn about why and how we chose a public school program, please read my entry, The First Day of School.

Our boy enjoys picking fresh green beans from our garden.

Now that we have a whole semester under our belts, I have had time to reflect on my boy's experience as a whole.  He loves school.  He walks out the door every morning with a spring in his step and a big smile on his face.  When I pick him up each day, he is excited to see his sister and me and come home.  When I ask him what his favorite part of the morning was, his typical response is, "Playing on the playground."

Most recently, his class studied a unit on farming, and he brought home a cup with dirt and beans planted inside.  Each morning, right after the sun comes up, he runs outside and yells, "Good morning, plant!"  He has had it for about five days and it has not sprouted yet.  He remains hopeful.

I had some reservations, initially, when sending him to school.  I was confident we had made the right choice, but shared the normal questions and fears most parents have:  Should we send him to school now? (He's only 3.) What if something bad happens on his campus?  This school isn't in the best nor the worst neighborhood, but should we choose a better one?  Our son has blonde hair, blue eyes, and light skin, so definitely he sticks out in a sea of children with darker features—will he be picked on?

These questions were all valid, but my husband and I chose not to make our decision based out of fear.  While his first school year thus far has not been without its transitions and minor hiccups, none of what I feared has come to fruition.  The administrators, staff and teachers that I know and have met are warm, welcoming and caring.  Most of them know him by name.  Because I served in public school education for seven years, I know some of the best and hardest working teachers work at these lower income schools.  In Brownsville, all the schools are classified as such, a few more than others.

Our son has had such wonderful experiences that he would not have been exposed to had I kept him at home another year.  He has grown tremendously in ways I would not have anticipated.  We have had the privilege of meeting the families of some of his classmates at parties and other events; they have blessed us with their kindness, humility and hospitality.  My firstborn speaks highly of his classmates and teachers.

Children wait to perform in the Christmas program at my son's
school this past December.  It was his first time in such a
 performance, and he did great!

Last year, when I was speaking to another mother who is not a fan of public schooling, she expressed concern over not feeling like her children would be safe in such an environment.  I completely understood and respected where she was coming from, though I do not hold the same opinion.  During our conversation, I referenced Matthew 5:14-16 (the verse posted at the top of this entry), and explained that the verse encouraged me to be part of our community, along with the rest of my family.  She kindly responded with, "Yes, but in that verse, Jesus was not talking to children.  He was talking to adults."  She was absolutely right about that.  However, I am raising children that will one day be adults, and I hope that they will choose to be lights to others.

Pruning for the Harvest

"I am the vine; you are the branches.  If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing." - John 15:5

It was December 29th, 2014, the day of my 33rd birthday.  I sat at our kitchen table, looking out the window at the orange tree that sits along the fence in our backyard.  We had harvested it just a couple of months before, and now it stood bare.  I pruned it earlier in the day, hoping the process would encourage it to produce even more fruit the following year.

The fall season had been an especially rough one for a variety of reasons.  My husband came and quietly sat down beside me.  I looked straight at him and asked, with a large lump in my throat, "Why does the Lord keep taking things away from me?"

He looked out the window and asked, "What did you do to the orange tree earlier today?"
"I pruned it," I responded.
"Why did you do that?" he continued.
"Because if it has too many growths on it, they can choke one another out..."
He gently reminded me, "That is what the Lord is doing with you."
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December 29th has always been one of my favorite days of the year.  I was never one of those that felt like their birthday was overlooked because it was during the holidays.  If anything, that made it even more special and magical in my book.  "My birthday is four days after Christmas," I would proudly announce when asked.

The older I get, the more I am simply thankful for another year of life.  I'm not one for throwing big parties for myself where I am the center of attention.  In fact, the idea makes me cringe.  I don't think my birthday should be a national holiday.  Though, thanks to Christmas break, many people are, in fact, off from work.  My husband and children do a great job of making me feel special all year long, and I count a few of my family members as some of my closest friends.  Most years, this is more than enough, and I am content.

On December 29th of last year, though, I was sad.  And lonely.  And feeling left out and rejected.  It was such a weird place to be in.  I felt like a living paradox.  On the one hand, I was living my dream of raising my children at home and working part-time.  On the other, I struggled with wondering if that was really enough.  I felt like the bare orange tree in our yard.  What real fruit did I have to show for my labor?  My life reminded me of the movie Groundhog Day with Bill Murray; each day I woke up and did the same things over and over and over again.

One of the things I appreciate most about my birthdate is that it is at the end of the year.  It makes for good times of reflection and anticipation for the new year.  Ready to be done with the tail end of 2014, I bowed my head in prayer.  I prayed over the dreams and hopes I had for 2015.  I prayed that I would keep my priorities in the correct order.  I prayed many things.

As I prayed with my eyes closed, I began to get a vision.  In the vision, I placed my hands on soil in our backyard.  As soon as my hands touched the dirt, green vines started rapidly growing out and up from underneath my fingers.  They were bright, thick and covered everything in sight.  When I was done, I tried attributing what had happened to my overly active imagination.  I also logically concluded that since our home is covered in ivy, it was not hard to think of green vines growing.  I had recently taken off with gardening, so it could have been wishful thinking on my part.

I finally concluded in my mind what I knew to be true in my heart:  the Lord had spoken to me.

Ivy grows steadily along the side of our house. 

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"The Lord will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame.  You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail." - Isaiah 58:11

A dear friend sent me the above verse from Isaiah, and I decided that it would be my theme verse for 2015.  I thought it tied in perfectly to what I had seen during my prayer time.  All year, I clung to the vision.

Each time I entered a writing contest, I wondered, "Will this be it?  Will this be the harvest I am supposed to reap this year?!"  It turns out that many people the world over write well, and it is a fiercely competitive pursuit.

Still, I am officially a paid blogger now.  As a writer for the Rio Grande Valley's Tots-Tweens blog, it is my job to find local family-friendly excursions and activities.  After voluntarily blogging for a month, they offered to pay me for contributing once a week.  It is a job that I have thoroughly enjoyed, and being able to include my children and see the experiences through their eyes is a definite plus.

I saw two big dreams come to fruition this year, one involving music, and the other, gardening.  For years, my mother and I have joked about opening up a fine arts school for children.  She would teach art, I would give piano lessons, and my sister, Erin, would give voice and/or dance lessons.  This summer, we put our heads together and hosted our first Summer Music Camp, and it went very well.  We had 11 participants, and spent four mornings playing hands-on musical activities, painting and learning about theory and composers.  We look forward to hosting others, and seeing where this endeavor might lead.

Music Genetics Piano Studio Summer Camp, 2015

Gardening is one of my favorite hobbies.  Falling in love with it took me completely by surprise.  (To learn about how it all started, read an entry I wrote in September, On How I Became a Gardener.)

 Being part of the local Farmers' Market community has been a complete joy and honor.  It may seem obvious to most, and it certainly is to me in hindsight, but I never thought to take the vision I had been given literally.  I assumed it meant I would be fruitful in different areas of my life, but I took for granted that one of those areas would be growing produce.

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"Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in Him." - Psalm 34:8

We have lived in our home since August of 2012. Each year, our orange tree has produced fruit.  This year, however, it produced so much that when it was ready to be harvested, the branches hung mere inches from the ground.  The fruit is so much more delicious and sweeter than it has ever been, and we have had more than enough to share with friends, family and neighbors.  We are still reaping the rewards, as we have yet to pick the last orange from the tree.

I couldn't help but think back to where my life was at exactly one year ago, as I stared bleakly out our kitchen window, and where it is now, as I look out with joy.  You know what, though?  I don't regret going through the rough patch last year.  It was necessary.  There is no harvest without pruning, in gardening and in our lives.  I continue clinging to the promise of the vision the Lord showed me one year ago, praying that it spills over into the new year.  I know that it will.

"Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up." - Galatians 6:9

"Blessed is she who believed that the Lord would fulfill his promises to her!" - Luke 1:45

An image of our children playing near the orange tree in October.
The fruit was not ripe enough to be picked yet.