Eleven. Eleven gallons of milk in eight days. It’s a new level of consumption for us. Blaine’s first comment: “Still not quite worth getting a cow.” Ugh. Perfect. I’m not even sure. Add in the four pounds of butter and the two or three pounds of butter also consumed during that time and we might be rapidly approaching that line.
This week flew. I’m not sure where it went, but it was insane. School starting back up is pure torture for at least a few days. Cold weather made for squirrelly kids.
Saturday night a giant log truck pulled into the yard with a load they “needed to get rid of”. In other words, a huge pile of oak logs, delivered to our back pasture, free. Huge, huge blessings.
(Side note, because… wow. I was dishing up supper Saturday night when the log truck pulled into the yard. Two bowls of stew and three biscuits were on the table when we all went out to watch the truck dump the logs. When we came back in, the table was empty save for a few crumbs. Beckett had climbed up there and helped herself. I found her on Eden’s bed – also very off limits. She wisely retreated to her crate, lest she lose her life.)
Today, an anonymous giver gave our whole family season passes to Silver Dollar City.
It’s been a hard week in a lot of ways. Christmas vacation is over. Blaine is back to work. School is back in session. But with a log truck and an envelope full of tickets, God has shown such huge mercies to our family in taking care of needs and wants. Blaine works so hard to keep us warm each winter. To have a bit of that burden taken off is such a huge blessing. We’ve never been able to get Silver Dollar City passes. We’ve been blessed with day passes enough to experience it some, and the girls have gone with friends a few times – but for the next year, we get to go ourselves, as often as we like. I can’t even explain how excited the kids are right now
His mercies are new every morning.