Monday, August 23, 2010

Kernels of Gold

The sweet corn is ready.
I can't even begin to describe how amazing it is this year.

Needless to say, we are all enjoying it.
Immensely.

Jude will take it any way he can get it :)

Shucking is still an adventure for the kids.
I'll let you know if they still feel this way
after the next 20 dozen!

Gracie Jo is determined to get every last silk.

Well, Silas did 2 cobs and Gracie probably
stuck around for 5...the lure of shenanigans
on the swing set was just too strong!

Cobs bursting with juicy sunshine.
YUM!!

The mountain of corn is filling up the freezer.
There is such a fullness to these late summer
days. So much goodness. So many blessings.
It's busy and full.
I'm tired, but grateful.
As we store up the bounty, I feel the gentle
urge to fill my heart with His treasure as well.

"From the fullness of his grace,
we have all received one blessing after another."
~John 1:16~


What is filling your heart and home these days?

An abundance of blessings to you,
The Koobs Klan

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Metamorphosis

Back in July, Gracie Jo brought back some caterpillars
from the home farm. We had a lot of fun watching these
little fellas and learning all about the stages of life they
go through before becoming a butterfly.

The swallowtail.

While we've always enjoyed Eric Carle's 'The Hungry, Hungry
Caterpillar' , reading the book just doesn't compare to watching
one of these monstrous eaters in action. You should have
seen him mow down the stalks of dill. It was unbelievable!

The transition from caterpillar to pupa/chrysalis
happens so quickly. Gracie Jo faithfully checked on our
guests first thing every morning, and steadily throughout
the day, but each time we missed the change. One time
she checked before we sat down for lunch and by the
time we finished eating the caterpillar had transformed.
Incredible!

Here is the monarch attaching itself to the top
of the container. We knew it's time was coming
soon. We watched and watched...

And within a half an hour the chrysalis hung
suspended, starting the biggest change of all.

This is the swallowtail in pupa stage.
Very different from the monarch.
I wonder how many times we've seen one of
these on a plant and not even realized it was there
or what it was? Occasionally we'd even see it wiggle and
jiggle and could only imagine all the changes that
were taking place inside.

Both of the butterflies 'hatched' during the night, so
they were dry and ready to fly when we discovered them
in the morning. We brought them outside and got ready to
let them go.

It was so fun to see the amazement and wonder in the kids' faces.

Sorry for the bad picture, but this was the only one I got
of the swallowtail. It flew up and away as soon as Gracie
Jo lifted the lid. It was so incredibly beautiful.

The monarch only flew across the driveway before coming to
rest in the field. Feeling like great adventurers, we trekked through
the long grass and weeds to get a closer look. So amazing!

Going through the life cycle of the butterfly was such a
fun time of teaching and learning with the kids. I loved it
when Gracie Jo would eagerly bring our visitors over to
'come and see the chrysalis!'. But, even more special,
was the time we spent talking about how our lives change
when Jesus comes into our hearts. Watching the visible
transformation of the butterflies and sharing with the kids
how our lives change and grow when give our hearts to
Him was so powerful. It reminded me how important it
is to make these moments of teaching, nurturing the
truth that already lies in their hearts.

And, even more, it challenged me in my own life.
Seeing the radical, beautiful change in the butterfly
made me think about the stages and seasons we go through
in our walk with God.

A fragile egg, full of hope and promise.
Waiting.

A hungry caterpillar, devouring his Word.
Consumed by Him.

A gleaming chrysalis, ruminating and growing on the inside.
Productive rest.

A delicate butterfly, bringing beauty and joy.
Living as we were created. For Him.

We read a lot of books about butterflies during this metamorphosis.
But my favorite, by far, was the story of 'Hermie, a Common Caterpillar'
by Max Lucado. The kids love Hermie and his friend, Wormie, two common
caterpillars who struggle with jealousy of the ant, the snail and the
ladybug compared to their 'plain-ness'. God continually promises to
trust in Him, because He's not finished with them yet.
At the end of the story, Hermie is transformed into a glorious
butterfly, finally realizing the truth of God's Words.

How often do I struggle with sin, hanging onto my
selfish nature, instead of living in freedom because
of who Christ is and what He's done for me?
Is my life changing and growing, reflecting His
Holy Spirit in me?
Who I am, because of what He's done?

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation;
the old has gone, the new has come!
~2 Corinthians 5:17~

If you have a few minutes, listen to
this song (just click on 'this song').

Remember who you are.
And whose you are.


Be blessed.
xo

Thursday, August 19, 2010

The 'Stash

When Levi walked out of the bedroom wearing this
little number, I knew he was just waiting for
a special finishing touch...

Introducing....MISTERRRR LEVIIIIIII!


And, really, doesn't a little mustache action just make
everything in the day that much sweeter? I think so.

Even the most commonplace activities take
on a delightful spin :)


Perhaps we should all take a Mustache Day today.
It sure puts a smile on my face!

Friday, August 13, 2010

Mom, I see God!!



It's that time of year again.


The beans are back.
Their bounty is almost overwhelming.

Good thing I have lots of 'helpers'.


This girl really is a master bean picker already.

I love picking across the row from her
and watching her work intently through the leafy foliage.
She is so beautiful.
In face and heart.
Such a servant.
Such a hard worker, and only six years old.

At times like this I can't help but think how proud
my Opa would have been. I can hear his voice
in my head, delighting in her.
I tell her this, and we remember him together.

And then there's this little helper, who carries Opa's name.

If I was looking for more work, he would be my biggest help.
Good thing he's so stinkin' cute.

And good thing there's always big brother around
to share some lovin' when the bean picking ceases
to be entertaining.

Littlest helper also enjoys being toted around by Daddy.

Sweet Farmer Husband makes a stop, on his way in for
a quick coffee, to glean the plants for any missed beans...
Really, it's just to spend some precious minutes with his family.
I am constantly in awe of how hard this man works,
and yet still manages to make time for each of us.
We are so blessed.


As I listen in the quietness, the sounds of the morning air
are swollen with life. The hum of insects busily going about
their work, birds chirping and the distant sound of the
neighbour's cows lowing in the morning mist.

The snapping of the beans as I pull them off the plant
and the satisfying 'ping' as they fall into my Mom's old metal bowl.
These sounds have been imprinted in my memory, and now
into our children's.

But I think one of my favorite sounds is the hollow thud
of bare feet running on the hard-packed dirt...

Laughter and giggles as little ones peek in and out of the
plants and chase each other around the garden...

Exclamations of delight at finding a pocket of beans
hidden within a leafy chamber.

And I especially love the owner of those delightful webbed toes.
Levi is the only one of our children to carry on this
recessive Meinen gene. I just want to gobble them
up, dirt and all!

And, speaking of dirt, you should see our kitchen floor
these days. In moments of frustration and exasperation
at how disgusting it gets no matter how often I clean it,
I try my best to remember where that dirt came from
and how it got there. And, truly, I am thankful.

This season of growing and gathering teaches me so
much. Often through our children and the way
they see and understand things. Like our little
Silas who, so quickly, is becoming a big boy.
I hope his heart always stays this young and tender...

"Mom, I see God!!"

"Where?"

"Here! In this leaf!"

"Can you tell me about it?"

"Look, there's 3-in-1. Just like God."

And my heart melts at the amazing way our
Father shows himself to our children.
And the incredible way they see Him and hear Him.


I promise you that you cannot get into God's kingdom,
unless you accept it the way a child does.
- Mark 10:15

I pray that I, too, can grow more child-like in this season.
Seeing Him.
Hearing Him.
Every day.



Where are you seeing God these days?
How do you listen for His voice?