The Parable of the 5 Wise and 5 Foolish Snow Enthusiasts

With Credits to Matthew 25:1 “At that time the kingdom of heaven will be like ten snow enthusiasts who went out to meet the impending snow storm 2 Five of them were foolish and five were wise. 3 The foolish ones took their doughnut recipes but did not take any oil or ingredients with them. 4 The wise ones, however, took oil in jars along with their recipes and plenty of ingredients. 5 The snowstorm was a long time in coming, and they all became drowsy and fell asleep.
6 “At midday the cry rang out: ‘Here’s the storm! Come out to meet it!’
7 “Then all the enthusiasts woke up and pulled out their recipes . 8 The foolish ones said to the wise, ‘Give us some of your oil; and ingredients so we can try our recipes .’
9 “‘No,’ they replied, ‘there may not be enough for both us and you. Instead, go to those who sell and buy some for yourselves.’
10 “But while they were on their way to buy the oil, the storm arrived. The enthusiasts who were ready had plenty of doughnuts for them and their neighbors ..
11 “Later the others came sliding in to the grocery store. They said, ‘Open the door for us!’
12 “But the sign on the door replied, ‘closed for inclement weather.’ And the weary janitor that finally came to the door replied ”Truly I tell you, I don’t know you.’
13 “Therefore keep watch, because you do not know the day or the hour.

December Daze

To our friends scattered to and fro,

December has passed in a daze. It’s crazy how the tragedy in my dad’s family took the air from our sails. I have never had such a lethargic Christmas.

Uncle and Auntie’s funeral was very nice. We sang the same song that we’d sung for my grandparents funeral- Granddaddy’s in ‘04, Grandmother’s in ‘13. Because of the number of prayers on our behalf, we held it together until the end. Video of this song is Here. Thanks Sherm

Chorus: IS THAT THE LIGHTS OF HOME I SEE
DO I FEEL A BREEZE FROM THE CRYSTAL SEA
IS THAT THE LORD STANDING HIGH ON HEAVEN’S BALCONY
IF THAT’S THE LIGHTS OF HOME IT’S A WELCOME SIGHT TO ME


Thinking back over December- there are a few things that I was working on posting, but suddenly everything switched gears and fell off the wagon. But because I refer to my “on line journal” from time to time- I wanted to still mention them.

1. Deborah and Nate

We enjoyed an incredible 10 day visit from our southern family. It was an amazing whirlwind.

We Care Thrift Stores received an estates collection of books. Over 1,000 books, so Nate and Deb boxed them up and set up a pop up book shop in the basement of Country Oasis Airbnb.

It ended up being a perfect opportunity for them to cross paths with friends they hadn’t seen in awhile, while promoting some new reading material and supporting a good cause!

Another highlight of December- remember my famous Amazon purchase? The Bargain Blades?

2. Funky’s Skatetown

Em got the big idea to surprise me for my birthday and rented the local rollerblade rink and invite a bunch of my friends.

I had a blast. Especially when the twins refused to ride in the wheelchair alone and requested that “Kennnnn” sit with them. No idea why Em kept muttering about this arrangement 😝

Definitely one of the books. Thanks to everyone who dusted off their rollerblades for the occasion!

It was extra special that Deb, Nate and Zanderman were around for the festivities ❤️

3. And lastly, in honor of turning 2, the Aunts invited the twins to the cabin for a sleepover.

No tears were shed and some sleep was had by all- what more can you wish for? 🥰

We all thought our breakfast guests were pretty cool too ❤️ Good times.


And thus brings us to 2022 with a trip to Lancaster which included a tour of the possibly the largest private collection of mounted big game animals around 😅

It was truly incredible. I had to tell the owner my dad’s favorite mounted animal joke:

“A man was sitting in his game room, surrounded by mounts, wearing his lucky safari hat, regaling guests with stories of his hunts, when his stories where interrupted by his wife hollering from the kitchen

“Honey, the zoo just called and they had another animal die and they wondered if you want it?!”

🙈🙈🙈

And now I’m off in this balmy 1° morning to check in with my favorite chicken farmer

Excited to see how God will provide for all of us in 2022.

Let’s make this year count,

Kendra

I Can Only Imagine

Fried Oreos are a must this week.

I don’t remember the first time Aunt Thelma wowed us with them, but it became her special treat.

Really you should try them-pancake batter and Oreos fried in oil, dusted with 10x sugar. Zero calories, of course.

Aunt Thelma Fried Oreo Queen, 2015

Auntie even went so far as to drag her deep fryer all the way to the Outer Banks to humor her nieces.

The twins turn 2 on Saturday, so we stuck a candle in 2 of them, and Alexander looked on with awe as we sang lustily.

Honestly I’m struggling to fathom that Aunt Thelma and Uncle Duane were both taken from injures from the crash last week.

Because my dad isn’t on Facebook, I’m the family representative on his sisters chat. I went back through the thread watching the conversation bat back and forth. Mostly it’s me silently trying to figure out who they are talking about and trying to remember to report back to my dad. But this comment 6 weeks ago:

“I can only imagine
What it will be like
When I walk by Your side
I can only imagine
What my eyes would see
When Your face is before me
I can only imagine
Surrounded by Your glory
What will my heart feel?
Will I dance for You Jesus
Or in awe of You be still?
Will I stand in Your presence
Or to my knees, will I fall?
Will I sing hallelujah?
Will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine…”

Same, my sweet auntie. Same.

I love you,

Kendra

Bonus Pics:

We loved having Nate, Deb, and Alexander here for a very busy week. Alexander brought us big news.

The last time I stopped at Uncle Duanes, Aunt Thelma pulled out her baby sweater stash that she’d crocheted 1000 mi/hour.

“Kendra” she said “would your friends wear these on their babies? I’m to the stage I need to be clearing out stuff and getting rid of it so my sons won’t have to after I’m gone” ❤️

Excited to send a pink and a blue set to Alabama. Now on pins and needles which one will get used ❤️

… And Take Us to Heaven to Live With Thee There 🙏🏼❤️

Once upon a time there was a girl who heard an announcement at church about an up coming Christmas play.

She innocently mentioned it to her boyfriend and he (being the encourager that he is) went so far as to initiate a chance to talk to one of the directors about it.

And before either of them could say “Mary did you know” they were offered the parts of Mary and Joseph.

After a lot of back and forth here are Mary and Joseph on the final night:

I thoroughly enjoyed looking at Mary’s life through Scripture. What a heartbreaking yet hope filled journey she had.

Probably the most endearing part of the play was the manger scene where the sheep kept everyone on edge as to what capers they’d pull next.

📸 credit: Eddie S.

And thru that entire scene, we sang:

Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay,
The little Lord Jesus asleep in the hay.

The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.
I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky
And stay by my cradle ’til morning is nigh.

Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay
Close by me forever, and love me, I pray.
Bless all the dear children in thy tender care,
And take us to heaven, to live with Thee there.


I’ve sang that song 100s of times without stopping to think about the words “ bless all the dear child in thy tender care, and take us to heaven to live with Thee there.”

That prayer got answered last night for my Uncle Duane.

Duane,Thelma,Eldon,Joyce,Ella,Harold,Martha Ann, Mark

We are still piecing together the details, but he and Aunt Thelma were in an accident that took his life, and sent her to the hospital.

Kind Uncle Duane 💔 The Uncle known for his hugs and gracious ability to pay attention to each of his nieces individually.

The last time I was in their home, I was killing several hours of wait time as a van driver. Uncle was in and out working on a project at one of their rental properties. And rolling his eyes at how long Aunt Thelma and I could chew the fat on certain topics. (Isn’t Aunt Thelma and granddaughter the cutest?❤️)

But I specifically enjoyed watching their relationship that day. “Almost 50 years” they told me.

Thank you, Uncle Duane- for showing us by example- the beauty of a life spent loving God, loving family, and loving our fellow man.

You will be so missed by so many. How will the meat canner even function without you?

But well done on a life lived to the fullest.

Luv you,

Kendra

What If?

Galatians 4:13 As you know, it was because of an illness that I first preached the gospel to you, 14 and even though my illness was a trial to you, you did not treat me with contempt or scorn. Instead, you welcomed me as if I were an angel of God, as if I were Christ Jesus himself.

What if during these 45 days of believers around the world relentlessly praying for the Christian Aid Ministries workers who are being held in Haiti; the gospel is being preached to people who would’ve never heard it otherwise and there will be generations saved because of this?

What if the change of hospitals for my cousins cancer treatments will offer them different options and bring them into contact with someone who desperately needs to know the hope that only Jesus can give?

What if the hardest thing in my life- whatever it is. The thing that I’ve prayed the hardest against and yet it’s still there- was placed specifically to prepare me to be able to empathize with people I would’ve been unable to share with otherwise.

What if the health issue, the failed relationship, the financial struggle, the heart rending death of a loved one, the ultimate pain- whatever it may be- is what it takes to be at the right place at the right time and it makes all the difference in someone’s eternity?

What if God is that Almighty and Omniscient (All-Knowing) and able to bring the most beautiful results from the deepest pain?

Wow, God. Give us grace as we wait to see the beauty you will bring from our pain

Bonus Pics:

What if I plan my own birthday party and it ends up being enough sugar to keep the twins hyper until Christmas? (Jk I think they’d be hyper even without sugar😂)

Our first attempt at mini pavlovas was a success

And a cookie/candy exchange with a doz assorted options- so much fun 😉

Dad’s latest Buck #dogtales

Dear Dairy,

We just had the most confusing weekend everrrrrrr.

I know I haven’t written for awhile but I’ve been super busy with my new job. AKA chief chicken checker at Glen Oaks Farm. Well, Dad does a lot of the main work, but I keep an eye on him, so basically I’m doing the work.

I mean-when the nice ladies came out to take pictures of our farm-who did they give actual Farmer Focus merch before the photo shoot? Not to sound cocky, but you can see for yourselves.

These pics COULD’VE been better-but they left a very important feature pinned on the back of the pickup during these 🧐 but it’s ok. I forgive them.

It’s pretty cool-you can look up our story on line and see all about how dad and I grow chickens. (These pictures are all from there.))

Or you can just talk to me and I’ll catch you up on the farms latest.

Like Dad’s Buck.

Dad is really a great guy. And he comes up with the best games.

His latest one has been kinda like “I spy”. I have to pay really close attention, but he peeks out the windows of the house and peers into the woods in the early mornings and in the evenings.

It’s up to me to guess which window he’ll be looking out next, so I FLY around the backyard and am usually sitting beside the window by the time he gets there.

Sometimes, he even dresses like a tree. But I still can find him.

And then I hear him question to nobody in particular or me (not sure which) “where’s my Buck?”

Dads sure can be confusing, but I do really like this game. So I didn’t overthink what was happening.

Until Saturday afternoon.

Dad came back from town with the biggest box. I’ve only recently gotten into opening packages that the mailman left for him, and oh boy! I couldn’t wait for him to set it down and go inside . I bounded over to his truck door and went thru my little kangaroo welcome routine.

But sadly, Dad opened the box himself and sadly-er yet, he pulled out the tiniest little fur ball of attitude I’d ever seen.

I tried to be friendly enough even though I had my serious reservation about the matter, and all it amounted to was Mr Attitude spitting his milk breath all over my face and Dad smacking me on the rump and saying “Boone! Be nice!”

And then, just when I thought I’d seen everything, Dad scooped up Mr Attitude and without a backwards glance at his patient and humble servant, he stated “ You’re coming inside tonight, Buck”

So tonight I curl up in my frigid little doghouse and try to ignore the throbbing pain of a broken heart.

Maybe tomorrow while we’re doing chores or playing “I spy” out the window, Dad will decide it’s my turn to spend some quality time in the house.

Wait- please tell me that this Buck cat isn’t what Dad’s been looking for all along.

Yours until the cows come home (without us having to give them a strong piece of bark

Master Boone Rohrer M.D. [Main Dog]

KH’s Impulsive Bargain Buy

The original house at Paradise Lane is referred to by our family as the “old house.”

We don’t know exactly how old it was but it was built sometime before the Civil War. Part of the house was added at a later date but somebody got into the foundation when they were drilling a well or something so part of the house was unsafe to live in. We called it “the unfinished part” (so many original names)

Anyhow all that preamble to bring you up to speed on one of our favorite games. Julia and I had rollerblades and we set up a racetrack that went across the back porch, down into the unfinished part, sharp 180° turn, back past the deep freezer, and burst into the kitchen around the kitchen table.

It was amazing- if we got into the right flight patterns we could meet at the widest spots in the trail and never slow down. Clomping, gliding, sailing along for hours. I’m sure Em and Deb were involved too once they grew up a bit. Sometimes I wonder how my mom kept her sanity with the dull roar that such activities produced.

But anyhow we weren’t quite world class rollerblade champions-but we sure put in the hours and in our own humble opinions……


Last month I discovered a new store in Missouri and my only regret is that I’ve spent weeks in that community looking for ways to entertain myself and somehow I’m just now discovering County Road Surplus.

Amazon sells off their returns and idk-what-all-else in lots and this store was made up of bins full of Amazon lots.

They restock every Friday night and the first customers show up to wait outside hours in advance before the doors open Saturday morning at 8.

Each consecutive day, the price per item decreases until Friday night and it starts all over.

I discovered this place on a .50 day and since I had hours to kill, I methodically pawed thru everything and came away ecstatic with my treasures.

Somebody else thought my .50 outfits were pretty cool too.

Since I had a little extra time first thing on Saturday, I decided to sneak over there to see what the new shipments of bargains were.

By 8:15 there were people with shopping carts STACKED full standing off to the side sorting to see what they wanted to keep and what got returned to the bins 🧐 but they’d graciously/accidentally left me a few things-like a pair of binoculars for down at the cabin.

My most impressive purchase was a set of girls skates. I couldn’t figure out what size they were in the middle of the mayhem, but I assumed they were a candidate for a Christmas gift for some of my mom friends with pre-teen daughters, so I happily paid $5 and hurried to my van.

Upon further investigation, I discovered that they are adjustable in line adult roller blades ($61 on Amazon) and guess what-they fit me.

Someone on the back of the van said “my grandad always said it’s not a bargain if you don’t need it” but I just assumed that meant that she wasn’t a career roller blader like some others of us (lol).

Last week, Em came over to see my new purchases and encouraged me to take them for a spin.

Let’s just say that I’m not a skilled at rollerblading as I once was.

Em was impressed with the fact that my fancy wheels even had lights in them (an even better deal), but she went on to report to the rest of the family that she thought I was having a midlife crisis and that if they hear that I’m in the ER with a broken tailbone- she knows what bargain caused it.

So in other news, if you don’t hear from me for awhile, it’ll probably be because I’m down here in the basement proving that I NEED this $5 bargain and frantically attempting to dust off a skill from my youth.

Hopefully it won’t be because I’ve skated over an obstacle and broke an arm 😅🙏🏼

Kendra a.k.a Bargain Queen

Bonus Pics:

Spent a very enjoyable/leisure 2 day shopping trip in Lancaster last week- it’s sure beautiful up there this time of year

My passengers included this guy which made it even more fun. 2 days of shopping and he’s still smiling 😂💪🏼 what a champ ❤️

October Odyssey’s Continued

October has past swiftly by filled to the brim with travel, farming, friends, and family- everything that my heart needs. (Not listed in order of importance)

Travel took me to the east coast, across the Mississippi, and into the mountains.

OBX sunrise
Missouri Sunrise
WV colored leaf search

I enjoyed connecting with friends on a number of occasions-but the most “fall appropriate” event happened in a barn surrounded by haybales and bluegrass music. Truly a special evening

But the most noteworthy adventure of October found us randomly on a Saturday afternoon:

Our farm in Forestville used to be an apple orchard years ago and there is a camp on the back of the property that the owner didn’t sell.

I haven’t given it much thought, except to notice that they painted it orange since we’ve been farming there 😂

Anyhow soybean harvest has been delayed this year, but we are finally in the fields. We moved into Forestville and about 4 pm, Father commented on the radio that the workers were home. An old school bus roared in the back lane.

Not long after that, a smiling Latino man biked up to where we were working. We all smiled and nodded but the language barrier was so thick, you could’ve cut it with a knife.

He volleyed between standing in the field smiling and riding his bike up and down the hill (in the thick bean stubble 😅) following the harvest.

Finally I couldn’t stand it any longer. I hollered at the combine operator aka my dad: “Hey Father, do you mind if I offer this guy to ride with you?”

My dad: “How are you going to do that?”

Me: “I’m going to call Deborah and put her on speaker phone”

And so I did. After a lot of gesturing and several phone calls to my Spanish speaking sis, Mr David was grinning at me from the buddy seat in the combine.

As I followed along in the graincart I laughed out loud more than once.

One round: My dad and his friend sitting side by side: silently, grinning

Next round: My dad and his friend both leaning in over my dad’s cell phone-Deb hard at work translating.

In the hour that he rode with us, my eyes were opened to a lifestyle I was unfamiliar with, thanks to my dad’s questions and my sisters translations.

He told about his dad’s farm in Mexico. How he works in a factory when he’s not here picking apples. And that’s this camp houses 35 workers from all over and they work 10 hour days/7 days a week.

My dad and his new friend exchanged phone numbers “so they can keep in touch” and Father’s been receiving messages to “Don Eldon” ever since.

Crazy to think that we have such an intense cultural experience going on in the back of our farm.

Isn’t it amazing to serve a God who fills our lives with unique experiences/opportunities?!

Praying that we can take these adventures and use them to glorify Him!

Blessings,

Kendra

Rainbow Reminders

This afternoon was filled with rainbows. I didn’t realize I should be counting them until it went on for hours but they were everywhere- complete rainbows, double rainbows, partial rainbows…

Over the pond

Over the Ben friend’s chicken houses

Over the mountain range behind our farm.

And about 10 more that went unpictured.

As I finished planting wheat and headed for the house, it suddenly hit me: God created rainbows to remind us that He keeps his promises. And that’s what he was doing today. I need reminders. So many beautiful promises:

“ I Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.” Hebrews 13:5

For the eyes of the Lord are on the righteous and his ears are attentive to their prayer, but the face of the Lord is against those who do evil. 1 Peter 3:12

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 or forsake you. Deuteronomy 31:6

The one who calls you is faithful, and he will do it.
1 Thessalonians 5:24

Praise Him.

October’s Odysseys: Blue Ridge Tunnel

odyssey/ˈädəsē/noun

  1. a long and eventful or adventurous journey or experience

So let me start by saying that A. October has not been long. (Halfway thru already?!) but B. It has been relatively eventful.

For the sake of time, I’ll probably skip right past the days spent in Lancaster County and the taste test between Shady Maple cream filled doughnuts and Sunnyside Pastries cream filled doughnuts. (Results: inconclusive, must do a repeat test pronto 😂)…

… to our well chaperoned date. The Ben friend and I loaded part of his nieces and nephew up in my big ol van and we drove cheerfully to Afton Mountain.

Hiking the Blue Ridge Tunnel has been on my bucket list for awhile and I was super excited that it suited part of his fam to join us.

This railway tunnel was constructed in the 1850s and used until 1944. In the beginning, it was the longest tunnel around. Over 4200 feet of history.

I thought since it was calling for rain on the day of our hike, that we’d have the place basically to ourselves. Wrong

I thought that since it was a pathway of crushed stones that the tunnel floor would be dry. Wrong

I thought that it was going to be so much fun to explore it with the children. Right. So right.

“Look at the CRAYFISH!!” Leave it to the boys to discover critters everywhere we go 😂 There was a pretty decent stream running along the side of the trail.

The roof leaked occasionally and added to the underground cavern type feel.

If you are one of the few people who weren’t visiting the tunnel last weekend, definitely take the chance to check it out.

Take a flashlight, and maybe some waterproof shoes, but prepare for a grand adventure

It’s a super easy hike, but truly unique.

And suddenly it’s hitting me. If I’m going to do another Lancaster-Co-Cream-Filled-Doughnut Taste Test, I’d better be dreaming up another hike or two . 😂

Blessings on whatever experiences October is bringing your way,

Kendra