Can she bake a cherry pie, Benny Boy? šŸ„§ šŸ’šŸ

I have a pie-us heritage. Stories of hired girls making staggering amount of pies for my Grandpappy Rhodes family during their growing up years, still circle the community. (I want to say it was 12 pies the first part of the week and 14 the end of the week but Iā€™m having trouble remembering for sure) ā€œWe Rhodesā€™s love a good pieā€ has been stated over and over.

The honest truth is- growing up, my family didnā€™t include many pie loving Rhodesā€™s and pies didnā€™t often grace our table. There are so many gifts from my motherā€™s Rhodes Heritage: butcher days, homemade potato chips, big gardens- living off the landā€¦ But pies arenā€™t something Iā€™m all about.

Typicallyā€¦

But the season of life that Iā€™m currently in is anything but typical. I told my sisters recently that all my preconceived notions about this journey are out the window. And Iā€™m hungry for absolutely nothing. Except a random cheeseball, an Arbyā€™s roast beef sandwich, and pie. šŸ¤”

Which is why, when Benā€™s family started making meal plans for a Thanksgiving feast- there was Kendra frantically waving her hand in the air: ā€œPick me! Iā€™ll bring pie!ā€

So my Friday was consumed with pie baking. As my fingerā€™s clumsily made their way around the edge of the crusts attempting to crimp the edges, I remembered how Aunt Janet flies around the edge making an elaborate design and Benā€™s Aunt published a cookbook with an entire section dedicated to pies only. I told myself that NEXT time I was gonna wait to see what they assigned me instead of volunteering like an eager beaver.

But then Ben came in and raved over how excited he was and the pies didnā€™t totally flop and the lessons in my head continued. Thereā€™s no reason to give up just because perfection isnā€™t achieved from the start. Life is all about trying, and learning, and trying again. Itā€™s so easy to stay in the comfort zone where I know my limitations and am happy to steer clear. But thatā€™s not a place of growth.

Baby Afghan in progress

I need to remember this lesson. If Iā€™m completely honest- this journey to motherhood feels the same as my pie baking lesson except times 1000. Iā€™m so excited about this gift and opportunity and yet Iā€™m frighteningly aware of how limited my parenting skills are.

Deut 31:6 Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.ā€

Isaiah 43: 19 See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.

Philippians 4: 6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

So hereā€™s to being brave and stepping out in faith knowing that God is able even when we arenā€™t perfect and we fail. I wish I could hear how Heā€™s calling you out of your comfort zone.

Maybe we could get together for testimonies and coffee? And I might even bring pie.

Happy Thanksgiving weekend from me and 3 of my favorite turkeys,

Kendra

Dr Seussā€™s Version of October

ā€œAunt Ken, would you have time to read me a book?ā€ Isaiahā€™s big blue eyes look at me pleading like heā€™s never had a book read to him in his entire life.

His Mama always was a bookworm, so I guess he gets it honest. But the twins are obsessed with books. They ask politely, expectantly. If you happen to move to the next room without reading, immediately several books and about 20 fingers appear under the door. ā€œAunt Ken! Yook at what books you could read us!ā€ The voices are muffled but determined.

And so as often as I have a chance, I read. I savor their little energetic selves snuggled up beside me, because I realize that if I blink two more times, theyā€™ll be in school and able to read themselves and Aunt Ken wonā€™t be needed.

Dr Seuss is the author of choice, recently. ā€œIs this a yong book? Mama says this is a yong book.ā€ (Still havenā€™t mastered the ā€œLā€ sound šŸ˜‚ā¤ļø)

So I read and I read and I didnā€™t realize how these silly rhymes are in my head until I sat down to write this blog:

Moonrise at Glen Oaks Farm

Moon is up.

Leaves are down.

Leaves are down all over town.

Chip making at Aunt Sharonā€™s
Gideon moving at the speed of light šŸ¤Æ

Chip Trip

Eat a chip.

Eat a chip and take a trip.

Around the table past Aunt Em.

Pretty soon weā€™re back again.

Say say- what does mama say?

No more chips for you boys today!

Operation Christmas Child ā€˜23

What did you put in your box, sir

Some clothes , and toys, a lot and lot, sir

Packed it for a little boy

We pray it brings him lots of joy

What does it cost? We donā€™t care , Sir

Cause Godā€™s love we want to share, Sir.

The twinā€™s hero was injured in an accident, so we had craft day to create some get well cheer. Their enthusiasm outweighed our lack of craftiness šŸ˜‚

Sad Lad Had

The lad is sad.

The lad is sad. What a day he had.

Wrote note

Mail well

We wrote a note, put it in the mail.

Hope you soon get well!

I sat there with Ria, we sat there- we two

And I said ā€œhow I wish I had something to do.ā€

‘I know some good games we could play,’
said Ma ā€œthis is funny.
‘I know some new tricks,’
and it will make some money!ā€
‘a lot of good tricks.
I will show them to you.
your papa will not mind at all if I do.’

Then she went to the cabin
with a nod of her head .
‘I call this game museum-on-a-box,’
Mama said .
‘in this box are the treasures
I will show to you now.
you will like this museum,
said Mama with a bow.

Then we collected some stuff, my brother and me,

and we made a museum for all to see .

Look if you wish, but you canā€™t look for free

You owe $.25 to Uriah and me.

From there to here,

From here to there,

Aunt Em has happy news to share .

She bought a beautiful wooden home.

With mountain land for us to roam

Oh me! Oh my! Oh me! oh my!

Canā€™t wait til she will live nearby.

Beautiful flowers from a friend
One of the few tiny showers in October šŸ™šŸ¼šŸŒµ

And now, Good night.

It is time to sleep

So we will sleep and count some sheep.

Today is gone. Today was fun.

Tomorrow is another one.

Every day, from here to there.

So grateful for the Good Lordā€™s care!

Blessings to you,

Aunt Ken and Dr Seuss