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Mother’s Day

I have spent the past week preparing for my third child’s graduation party. We had a few bumps in the road getting ready for it. I ordered the invitations waaaaay late. We had to change the date because I didn’t remember we had homeschool tumbling recital on the orignal date and the yard needed to be perfect. Having the yard perfect is a problem when you break the mower. Not once but twice.

It started last weekend when I came home from the last performance of my youngest child’s recital. I had spent the previous week running her to practice and dress rehearsal and yada yada yada. That part of our lives is over for the year and I headed home to hop on my mower and relax. I pulled in the drive and noticed the mower was outside. I went over to it, pulled it to the garage and saw I had a completely flat tire.

I called the only child I knew that could have driven the mower with a flat tire and asked what had happened. She told me she used it to move something. I was not happy. This mower is what I use to first make the place look presentable and second or maybe actually first, relax. I mow several acres for several hours a week that take me away from it all. Kinda like the old calgon commercials. Mower take me away….That’s what mowing does for me. So when I pulled the mower over and noticed the flat tire I was furious.I couldn’t find the stem so I couldn’t air it up. For the night I gave up.

The next day the naughty daughter and I went shopping for her graduation party. I let her know that when we returned home she would die if I didn’t get my mower going. Somehow when we got home I was able to see the tire stem I couldn’t see the night before. I tried airing it up. It wouldn’t do anything. I decided to remove the tire. The first tire I have ever done anything to. With a little leg power I finally got the tire off and sent naughty daughter to town to get it fixed. She returned home with it and I tried putting it back on. This is the small swivel tire on the back of the zero degree mowers.

When I tried putting it back on it kept spinning, it wouldn’t hold still and it was an inch to short of getting the bolt back on. While I was so proud I got it off I couldn’t get it on for anything. I called my handy dandy neighbor who came over and quickly realized I was putting the square part in the round part of the bolt. Who Knew? I mean why can’t it just go in either way? That would make it so much easier. While he was over I asked if he would help me check the oil? The oil was low so we put in quite a bit. My handy dandy neighbor went home and I hopped on the mower and started getting the yard in shape for the upcoming party.

I have to say after the past month of twice a week practices and the added stress of tumbling recital and all that entialed I was happy. I put my headphones on and started in. After half an hour of mowing I thought I heard something and looked behind me. The mower was smoking really bad. I shut it off immediately, but it was sizzling. A thought came to me at that moment and that was that we had put oil in when the mower when it wasn’t completely level. We had it jacked up working on the tire. I remembered to much oil was as bad as not enough oil. I left the mower in the field for the night and called my mower guy the next day. He said bring it in and we will drain some oil and check it out.

The only way I could get the mower to the shop was to borrow my neighbors trailer as ours was stolen a few years back. I text the neighbor and he had the key at work so I waited until that evening to pick it up. When I went over to get it he was gone again, but it was unlocked. His wife and I attempted to hook the trailer up to no avail. I asked her if it was okay if I just left the truck there and he could hook it up when he got home, then I would pick it up in the morning. She said that was fine. Of course my awesome handy dandy neighbor delivered truck and trailer home late that night after getting off his second job.

The following morning my youngest child and I went out to load the mower. I tried driving it straight on. Nope that wasn’t going to work. I attempted to back it on. It should work, but wasn’t. I tried for several times. I gave up and told Chloe your brother is just going to have to come help me. She said mom I think we can do it. I was hitting on one side while the other had several inches of space, I should be able to get it. After a couple attempts I shimmied it on and we quickly closed the gate. Two days later my reliable mower guys called and said I could pick the mower up. They loaded it for me this time.And they made it look so easy? How come they can just pull this mower on a trailer that is the same width as the stupid mower and have no problems.Is it because I’m left handed, blonde, a woman… I don’t get it.

On my mower again, headphones on and happy as a lark. I was mowing the last part of the yard that had to be done before the party the next day. It was early evening and the weather was perfect. I was thinking I should probably mow this last part twice because it had reallly gotten tall since all the rain and mower being broken down. I saw a pile of “stuff” where the garden had been the year before.I was stearing clear of it when I got to close. I ran it over. I was so irritated as I always run “stuff” over. Usually its not my fault and of course it wasn’t my fault this time either. But, I was pretty much the only one that was here to fix it. It was that roll stuff that you put down under mulch or rock to keep weeds from coming up. I had left a roll of it near the garden. It got wrapped around the blade and wedged between the blade and the deck. Maddie’s boyfriend attemted to help me for quite some time. I may have scarred him when I told him how Kent nearly chopped one of his finger off working on one of our mowers years ago. He asked if it was spring loaded and I said I don’t know just beware when you work on mower blades fingers can come off. He gave up. So I took over. I laid in the gravel driveway for a couple hours using a razor blade to remove the material from around the blade. Then we ended up using a torch to get it from the blade and the deck. Finally, I got the hill mowed. Not twice, but at least once. Yard mowed I was ready for party day.

Party was going great until,the dogs started fighting. Maddie’s boyfriend often brings his dog over.Our dog and his started in when boyfriend attempted to stop it and got bit. No stiches but some pain I think. This particular friend brings his dog over often. His dog does not like “Mark,”the cat. Despite the efforts of many people trying to keep Mark in, Mark insisted on coming outside. I’m not sure if our dog was protecting his friend, the cat, or wanted to join in the tearing in two of the cat. Either way I have told this friend I don’t think its a good idea to have two unfixed male dogs together. They are friends one minute and advisaries the next.

After the party came to a conclusion, Noah and I packed the car and the cooler as quickly as possible and headed down the road. We took his little Honda Civic no air condition or cruise control, but great gas mileage and headed to the camper. Noah would have prefered leaving in the morning, visiting Kent and returning that evening. That would have been around five hundred miles of driving in a twelve hour period rather than a twenty-four hour period. I won that round and we arrived at the camper around midnight. We set up the beds in which I quickly feel asleep. I have to wonder how I can go five or six hours without needing a restroom and within two hours of falling asleep need to use it.

Noah had decided to sleep in the bed beneath mine so he wouldn’t have to climb over me when he came to bed.He wanted to stay up for a bit and enjoy the river in front of the camper. I thought that was a good idea until two hours later I was climbing over him trying to get out and to the kybo. From now on I insist on the lower bed. I don’t care who has to climb as long as I don’t have to.

After a long night of the dog deciding he wanted to sleep with me instead of Noah and the dog waking up very early to check out the fishermen outside our camper we got ready as quickly as possible and headed to the prison to see Kent.
We arrived around 9:15. We were some of the first visitors to arrive and were able to get a table outside. We checked in, they brought Kent out and we sat out on a picnic table for three hours. There are five tables outside I believe. Two are metal picnic tables the other three are round with round metal seats. The picnic tables are quite a bit more comfortable. Although hours of sitting on metal is never comfortable.

After about three hours it was getting warm out so we all three headed inside. The guards came into the room and let the next group waiting there know there was a table outside available. In this room there are two restrooms. One for inmates the other for guests. They are locked unless you ask a guard to open them for you. There are also several vending machines and a microwave. When you visit your loved one you are allowed I think twenty-five dollars cash and you can bring your debit card in also as one machine is supposed to accept cards. The past few weeks the card part of the machine has not worked. The last time I visited I bought Kent and I each a tea. Kent said his didn’t smell or taste right. I smelled it and he was right. Then I checked the expiration date, it was twelve days over due. What was really bad about that is, the weekend before I had purchased the last tea in the machine, which meant it was stocked with expired tea.

After about an hour more of visiting inside, Noah and I said our goodbyes and left. We went to the camper, cleaned and closed it up then sat at the picnic table by the river for a little picnic. We did a short Bible reading together, which means so much to me to be able to do with my fifteen year old son. The girls had decided not to join us on the trip as they had a long day at adventureland the day before and were not ready to drive the dreaded four hours it takes to get to the campsite.

While having the camper near the prison is convienet. It is the only way I am be able to visit him, as I can’t drive five hundred miles in one day,I just don’t have the energy.

It does still come with problems. The camper is over two hundred miles away and I left home in a hurry. When I plugged the camper in at home everything seemed to work fine. We have 220 amp so that could be the issue, maybe not. When I plug in the camper at the site I blow the gci breaker at the box. The box ampage is 20 and the camper is 35, I have to wonder if that is the problem.I don’t know when the owner of the camp ground knows what he’s talking about or when he doesn’t because when my cord was to short to reach the box he told me to use any drop cord. I told him you can’t use a smaller cord with a fatter cord he said you can. My dad was an electrician and you don’t have to be an electrician to know that will cause a fire.

I went ahead and paid for the camper to stay at the site for the summer which is fifty a month. Pretty good rate as it would cost a lot more to pull it back and forth that many miles. But, this girl can’t camp without air condition so I have to figure it out. You tube better help me out!!

All in all this was a nice weekend with perfect weather. Although I drove/rode five hundred miles in twenty-four hours I got to spend it with people I love. I am grateful.

A Post From Kent

Ephesians 4:22-24
Put off your old self, which belongs to your former manner of life and is corrupt through deceitful desires, and to be renewed in the spirit of your minds, and put on the new self, created after the likeness of God in true righteousness and holiness.

Life is filled with curvy roads and sometimes you will find yourself on one that you may have taken a couple wrong turns where all of a sudden the path you were on looks unrecognizable. You’re not exactly sure where you’re at or even how you’ve arrived at the point where you feel like there may be no return. The road has become overgrown with debris, rocks, mud, sand and water cover different parts of it. The path has narrowed to the point where you’re not sure you can safely get turned around. You see a fog rolling across the country side as the sun is setting. All of a sudden you find yourself in a spot you have to get out of. Panic starts to set in and your mind is racing with how, whys and what ifs?

Before the despair sets in you have to decide, are you going to let your circumstances take over or are you going to allow your faith to rise to the occasion?

This is the very position I have found myself in. I’m approaching two months into my federal prison sentence. Everyday I struggle with many of the how’s, whys and what ifs. How did I get so far into the wilderness? Why would my Lord allow my family and I to suffer and lose so much? What if something happens to my family while I am incarcerated? There are a million questions like this that can torment you daily if you decide to allow Satan to have free rein on your mind to bind you in the bondage of your circumstances.

This is an area where God has been really working on my heart. The ability to find joy in my circumstances. He has been speaking to me through His word. Joy, happiness, fulfillment and peace are things you have to choose to have have. God has been ministering to me and teaching me through His word that no can take my joy. No one can wreck havoc in my life. These are state of minds I can allow myself to fall in and out of. Rather being fearful about being in prison. I choose to be in awe of how He’s meeting my needs while I am here. I choose not to be burdened by my in ability to physically be present with my family on a daily basis. I rather choose to praise Him that He has given me a heart to pray for them like I never have before. I refuse to be in the mindset that I am a failure that landed himself in prison. I’m gleeful that God has given me this opportunity to spend time in His word and better myself through my reading and daily exercising.

I am determined to build myself through Christ the new life as described in the book of Ephesians. I am going to come out of this a new creature, I choose to be more loving, more tender hearted, more faithful, a better steward of my time talents and treasures. What are you going to do with the circumstances you may find yourself in? Where are you going to find your joy? These are questions I ask myself daily and I pray and read His word to find my answers.

Figuring it Out

camper 3We have had a camper sitting in our driveway for around three years.  When Kent had his dealers license he had bought and sold several travel trailers and did well with them.  The last one he bought he wasn’t able to look at it before purchasing and after bringing it home discovered it had extensive water damage. So, because of all we had going on and time restraints the travel trailer just sat.

Noah and I decided we were going to make it work.  It may not look perfect inside, but we thought the air, electric, heat, etc worked so we were going to do what we could.  Noah has learned quite a bit from working around home with his dad and got a great start on transforming the damaged areas.  We decided to remove the bathroom altogether as we plan on only camping in civilized areas.  With some help from one of Maddie’s friends we were able to get the camper going in time for a road trip to see Kent.

Last Thursday evening I had many plans of making sure I could take on this task of hooking up a camper, unhooking a camper, backing it up and all the things that go along with setting up camp over two hundred miles away from home. I made all my lists of everything we should take. I checked to make sure my vehicle was capable of pulling the camper. The girls and I scrubbed the camper down.  I power washed the outside for what seemed like forever.  We packed up.  I hooked up ALL by myself.  Noah was not able to help me or go on the trip so I was a bit apprehensive.

I have to say I was pretty excited that the camper moved when I put the Sequoia in drive.  Then it got dark and I didn’t have any time to practice.  Morning came, we double checked that we had all that we needed and headed out. As I was driving to town to check the tire pressure on the camper I decided to call the insurance agent to make sure I was covered while pulling this thing. I live ten minutes from town.  As I rolled into the intersection of 65/69 and 92 and my insurance agent was explaining the add on to my policy I looked at the passenger seat and thought “oh crap.”

I’m literally just rolling along getting ready to turn and after ten minutes on the road I see the dogs butt heading out the window.  Before I could do anything he jumped out.  I’m yelling at the insurance agent just add it to my policy! I was so worried that I had killed the dog.  My son’s prized possession at the moment.  I slam on my brakes and Sami jumps out and chases the dog down.  Everyone including Rocky the pitbull are safe and sound. After we are all settled I pull into Hy-Vee gas station, air up the tires and we are on our way once again.

Whew, we roll on down the interstate hour after hour stopping for gas a couple times. Pulling straight in and straight out. I’m thinking this isn’t so bad.  I just hope all I have to do is go straight.  After all, I had no time to practice going in reverse.  Everyone was trying to talk me out of it.  But, I was thinking we have everything we need packed up we will find a camp ground that will be way less than a hotel room and we can be outside.  The weather was gorgeous and I was looking forward to seeing my honey and being away from everything with my girls.

A little over four hours later we arrive at our destination four miles from the prison.  Its a small private camp ground as the state parks aren’t up and running until May 1st.  I talk to the owner, he shows me where to park and I attempt to unhook the camper from the Sequoia.  After a little help from the girls jumping up and down on the bumper and the campground owner putting some boards under my wheels we were settled.  I’m still not sure how I got on those boards, but they are there and yea they are under the tires.  I notice other people have things to make sure their wheels don’t move so later in the evening I make a trip to an auto parts store and purchase wheel stops so we don’t end up in the river.

The girls and I jump in the truck and head to the prison to see Kent after six long weeks of missing him.  It took a bit of time to get in to see him.  I had to fill out some paperwork they looked at we were wearing and informed us of what they expected for future visits.  We were okay for that night and after a few minutes we started our visit with Kent.  It was Friday evening so we were able to stay until 8:30 pm, but  since I didn’t know exactly what I was doing in the camper and we were planning on visiting the rest of the weekend we cut our visit a little short.

Back at the campground we got a fire started and cooked our dinner on the little griddle we had brought along.  We sat around the fire and enjoyed the rest of the evening before heading to sleep.  I hadn’t really thought a lot of things through, such as filling the propane tanks and making sure the heat worked and all, but I had brought a small space heater that kept us warm enough.

The next morning we heated up our breakfast in the microwave and headed to see Kent.  He had told us to try to be there by a quarter till ten at the latest because if we were any later he’d have to be at his bunk for count and wouldn’t get to see us until at least 10:30.  We arrived a few minutes after 9 and were  told the jeans Sami was wearing and had worn the night before would not be allowed in the prison as they were to tight.  The guard advised us we should go down the road ten miles to Dollar General and purchase something not so tight.  I was thinking to myself not one word was said about her jeans the night before, but whatever.  So we went.  By the time we returned it was 9:55.  We went in and were told we’d have to wait until after count.  So to our truck we returned once again.

About 10:30 we finally got to see him, we stayed until visiting hours were over at 3:00.  After visiting we went exploring around the Mississippi.  Its beautiful over here.  The girls both think we should just live here in the camper.  We went to Palisades State Park.  We got out and walked around until the dog freaked out. I had my keys attached to his collar and he flailed himself around and out of his collar not being able to figure out what was clanging around his neck.  We finally got him calmed down and headed back to the camp ground.

The girls were able to take a canoe out on the lake for a bit then come back for a fire and relaxing time.  We have the camper parked within 30 feet of the lake that is attached to the Mississippi River. When they first asked if they could go on a canoe I told them they were crazy if they thought I would let them go in a river in a canoe.  Then I realized we were actually in front of a lake that is by the river and there are buoys warning them exactly where they could go to keep them out of the currents of the river.

Sunday morning we were once again able to go visit Kent this time we didn’t have to go purchase appropriate clothing.  We are able to see him three days out of seven every week if our schedules allow for us to come over here.  I spoke to the campground owner and he said I could leave the camper here for two dollars a day when I’m not camping and when I am its fifteen a night.  I’m sure that’s cheaper or equal to the amount of gas I would spend pulling the camper back and forth not to mention I have a little cheap car I can drive back and forth if I’m not pulling a camper. And so far I have not had to back that thing up!! Hurray!! Not sure what I will do when I have to, but I will face that when I have to no need to worry about it now…

Wondering

Its Good Friday.  I think it is my favorite “Holiday.” I don’t know if it is the fond memories from when I was a kid or that its just a special time to celebrate our Saviors resurrection and the fact that I don’t feel pressured to commercialize this holiday.

My favorite memory of this holiday when I was a kid is, when I was about eight years old.  My mom had taken my sisters and I to a Good Friday Service at First Assembly in Indianola.  We lived in Lacona at the time, which is about thirty minutes away.  Someone in the car had to go to the bathroom.  It wasn’t me.  My mom pulled over on a gravel road in our little red chevel.  She didn’t get far down the road and we were stuck.  I think it was a level b road.  This  was back when we didn’t have cell phones so mom had to get out and walk to find someone to pull us out of the mud.  She gave me strict instructions that we were not to get out of the car.

I was the oldest and eight years old which meant I was to watch my two sisters, ages four and two.  I’m pretty sure this was the only time I fully obeyed my mother.  Being the obedient eight year old daughter I was at the time, my two year old sister said, “she needed to pee.”  I remember putting her off for as long as I could.  My four year old sister insisted the two year old could get out of the car and go.  But no, I wouldn’t allow it.  I did however tell her she could go in the car on the floor board.  And that’s what she did.  I can’t even remember my moms reaction.  I’m sure I was praised for obeying.

We haven’t had many “Easter memories,” with our kids as we didn’t really attend Good Friday services.  We always taught our kids what Easter is about and such.  One memory that does come to mind happened when we had lived in our current home on the highway for a year or two.  We had had a great Easter dinner and had settled in the living room with the family.  We were watching the “Passion of Christ.”  We had a knock on the door.  Kent didn’t want to answer it and we tried ignoring it.  The person didn’t give up.  He was out of gas.  Kent was thinking to himself, “its Easter, leave us alone.” The visitor told Kent he needed help.

Kent thought to himself, I’m here watching the “Passion of Christ, and I can’t just ignore this stranded traveler.  He took the traveler to town and got him some gas which he had to pay for and sent him on his way.  Kent won’t forget that night, because he was irritated that he was interrupted on a “Holiday” from his family and our time together.  He later was irritated with himself for being irritated and realized that he was able to bless this passerby.

This particular “Good Friday,” I am thankful, scared and wondering.  I am incredibly thankful for my savior saving me from my despicable self.  I can’t help but be afraid that I am not able to be all that my kids need me to be while their dad is gone.  I am wondering where my husband is.  I got two emails this morning.  The first one said, they are packing my stuff up and I am being moved.  I don’t know where I am going.  The second one said, my cousin Phil will be calling you. Phil? I didn’t know you had a cousin named Phil.   I’m assuming Phil is a newly acquired cousin, in the joint.  I haven’t received a call from cousin Phil or anyone else letting me know where my husband is.

I got these emails while I was getting one of the kids haircuts around 11:00.  I was in the car on the way home from getting his haircut, when I contemplated for a short time driving to the prison that I’m hoping he went to.  I figured if they left at noon and I left shortly after that I would at least be able to watch him being taken into the prison.  I then decided that was a bad idea and waited for cousin “Phil’s” phone call.  As evening approached and I hadn’t received a call I called the prison and asked if he was there.

The person I spoke to assured me he was.  I have no idea if the person who answered the phone knew what he was talking about.  I typically hear from Kent for very short times throughout the day.  Since I haven’t today, and considering what he said in the email earlier I am hoping and praying he has been moved.  If he has and its like I’ve heard it is when you go to a typical prison, it could be weeks before I hear from him.  I am certainly hoping I hear from him or cousin “Phil” soon.

After writing this I decided to try to call the facility that he had been told two and a half weeks ago that he would be moved to.  They told me he has been moved to their satellite camp.  Praise the Lord!  What a gift! The person I spoke to said Kent would be able to contact me by Monday.  In the meantime I will print out the visitor forms and get them sent in so hopefully I can see my hubby soon.

The Day From Hell

I should say week, but it hasn’t all been bad.  I have had many blessings this week.  Sometimes things just get so trying.  Today was supposed to be a quiet day.  The youngest girls were babysitting their nephews for the day, and I was going to lunch with a friend.  Then I had an alone day planned and I was going to get the house cleaned up which is sometimes difficult to get done with so many blessings living here.

This morning one of these great blessings I live with was refusing to give a ride to one of the other blessings.  Then the blessing who was being denied a ride to school  noticed their shirt on an older blessing.   That blessing decided to cut it off not just go take it off they got the scissors out and said,”here you can have your shirt.”  I think blessing number three was so upset because the complaining blessing number four is often seen wearing the clothing of blessing number three. As I was trying to calm down all the blessings, like five blessings chasing each other down, a cup of coffee went flying across the garage.  Thank God we all made it out alive. And no one was cut by flying glass or flying scissors.

After awhile things got settled down.  I went to lunch with my friend and spilled my guts and balled right there in the restaurant.  Then I got a call from Kent, I stepped outside and took it.  He hasn’t been able to call or email much this week.  The prison is on lockdown and has been all week.

The reason the prison is on lockdown is a female guard was either stabbed and either raped or the inmate attempted to rape her.  I am not sure which.  This did not happen on Kents floor, but when something like this happens the entire place is put on lockdown.  Lockdown means they get no or very limited phone and email privileges.  They don’t get to go outside.  They do not get commissary. Not getting commissary is especially hard in this facility because portions of their food provided by the prison is being controlled by the gang bosses. As in, the gang bosses take a portion of the food which makes the other inmates portions smaller. This is a period of time that is supposed to cool everyone down.

Instead of things cooling off it seems everyone is very tense and on edge.  Most of these people are career criminals and have nothing to live for.  They don’t care about trouble. They don’t have families that are awaiting their dismissal from prison.  So they cause trouble.  They take what they want, they do what they want and don’t care who they hurt in the process. For a person like Kent he walks the straight and narrow because he doesn’t want trouble he wants to do his time and come home to his family.  He is so worried someone will plant something in his locker or start another fight he can’t walk away from and get more time. An inmate in his area lost twenty some days of good behavior over something he had no control over.

Today when Kent called he was asking me to call the Assistant Warden and ask him what was going on with Kents transfer. Kent was being told by a counselor that they now didn’t know what they were going to do with Kent. I hung up with Kent, finished my lunch and came home to start finding out what I could do to help him.

I tried calling the prison.  The phone rang for five minutes before the receiver was lifted up.  No one said,”anything,” I finally hung up.  You can’t get to a person unless they either answer or you have a extention to put in.  I didn’t have an extension and I couldn’t find one anywhere on the internet. I tried calling the BOP in Washington D.C.  The voicemail says if you are trying to find out information about a particular inmate call the prison they are in.  I called back, this time someone answered.  Of course the Warden is not available, call back.  I called back a couple hours later this time I had an extension as I had asked for it in my previous phone call.  I had to leave a voicemail.

I called Senator Grassley’s office once again.  I told them the dangerous situation Kent is in.  They said, “call us next week if he doesn’t get moved and they will contact the prison.” Ugh…Ok…So I will wait.  I’m filling myself up with Gods word, praying and listening to Godly teaching.

“Let suffering be the door you walk through that draws you to deeper intimacy with Jesus. Let it play its sanctifying role.”

“He will use pain to expose our false beliefs about our hearts and about his heart. He will use it to prick a place in us that has been wounded here before, to reveal our brokenness so that God can heal it. He will use suffering to reveal Jesus’s faithfulness, kindness, and unending love for us.”

Excerpts From: Stasi Eldredge. “Becoming Myself.” iBooks. https://itun.es/us/Fxl1L.l

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Couldn’t Have Made this Up

We have a pig, she doesn’t have a name.  I just ask the kids what she said when they feed her, so I know for sure they walked up the hill and gave her food.  She always says the same thing, “thank you, snort snort.”  That’s how I know they fed her, they are able to tell me she said, “thank you.”

She got out last summer while Kent was working in the garage, he looked out the window and realized something was amiss.  There should not be a pig walking in the front yard.  The kids were all gone, he came and got me and I jumped on the four wheeler to help him out.  He was out trying to lasso her at the same time our American Bulldog attacked her.

She proceeded to return to her cage.  She said, “the world was not safe and would not venture out again.”  She lied.

The day Kent left for prison she came for another visit.  Fortunately, Noah got her back in her cage.  This past Monday, she came for another visit.  Noah was not home.  I was in the kitchen cleaning out the refrigerator.  I saw her out the back window eating the trash my daughter left outside the back door that was supposed to be in the trash can at the top of the driveway.  Miss Piggy was eating “said trash.”  Since I was cleaning out the fridge I just started throwing food out to her trying to keep her busy until Noah would get home two hours later.

A bit later I think I heard a knock on the door.  Not wanting to answer it I pretended I didn’t hear it.  I went to the bedroom and put my bra on because I knew sooner or later I was going to have to face the fact or chase the fact that was missing from the cage up on the hill. The phone rang.  It was so in so at ……s23 hwy staying at so in so’s house.  Someone had knocked on her door and asked her about Miss Piggy.

Somehow …..s23hwy got my number and inquired if I had a pig that was missing.  I said, “yes I know shes out.  I’m not sure how I’m going to get her until my son gets home because my grandson is sleeping and I can’t come fetch Miss Piggy.”

It just so happened Miss Piggy was causing the gals dogs and horses quite a commotion.  I apologized and assured her I would fetch her as soon as my son got home.  She said she would attempt to walk Piggy home.  Must not have worked because I didn’t hear from her again.

Thankfully, Noah arrived home shortly after.  As in about an hour.  I filled him in on the adventure our gosh darn pig had been on that morning and asked him to go look for her.  He happily helped out as I allowed him to drive around the corner unaccompanied by me.  He is just a boy of 15 years.  He found her and his dog politely asked her to return to her cage, in which she refused.  So doggie brought her home by force, by the ear. Literally, this dog got her home dragging her by her ear about a quarter mile.

Noah called me and said, “bring the gun.”  He had chased her for an hour by then and had had it.  He said,” I’m killing her, I can’t keep chasing her.”  We live on the highway and she was causing problems.  I took him the 9mm and he proceeded to chase her around our acreage with his dog attached to her ear.  That made it somewhat difficult to get a bullet in her head.  Noah didn’t want to shoot his beloved dog.  Somehow piggie got away from doggie and ran across the highway into the nearby field owned by someone that we do not know  because they are from Des Moines and there was no time to notify them that we needed to chase down piggie.

Noah and I decided to follow her into the field and chased her around. She got out of the field and back by the highway.  We went onto the highway in which Noah attempted to shoot her from my window, and causing the rest of my hearing to go with the shell casing flying into the backseat.  I asked him to please not shoot the pig from my car and to get out and shoot her.  She took off into the field once again.  This time he got out and ran after her.  A short time later he did take her down.  He called me as I was on the road watching and said,  “get a log chain so we could bring her home.”

That had to be quite a site.  We dragged a 350 pound pig behind my SUV with a log chain.  Noah asked me to make sure no one was coming on the highway,  he was a little embarrassed.  I made sure no one was coming down the highway.  I didn’t know the mailman was going to come from the dead end the other direction.  So the mailman got to watch me drag a pig down the highway.  I’m sure we were quite a site.

This is typical of what happens in my crazy life.  That’s the one word that can sum this life up. I am so incredibly thankful for Noah, he not only shot the pig, he  hooked her up dragged her home, and then he butchered her.  He had her hanging in the garage all by himself.  I couldn’t believe he got her up to hang all by himself.  All this took about four or five hours.  The next thing I know he says, “can I go mudding.”  I let him go with his friends thinking I don’t even care what happens with the pig now.  I’m soooo done with this day.

He comes home after a couple hours with his friends and starts butchering her.  He gets her skinned and comes in and is like, “mom I’m not sure what to do now.”  Fortunately, a friend who had butchered hogs came and told him what to do.

Noah did bring me larger than normal parts then Kent would have brought me, but he did an outstanding job.  He’s fifteen going to public school for the first time since kindergarten this year.  He’s lost his dad, his mentor, his hero, but is really stepping up to the plate and providing what he can for his mama and four sisters.  He’s an amazing kid with an amazing heart.  And I am so incredibly thankful for him.

Another Reason to Praise Our Father

I have been on cloud nine since about two this afternoon.  I got a call from Kent saying the assistant warden of the prison came to him and said he is to much trouble.  They are moving him to Thomson Prison in Thomson, Illinois. Just three and a half hours away right over the Mississippi. That’s where my hubby is being moved to.  I am beyond thankful ecstatic.  No words for what I am feeling right now.

Hubby has and will continue to be delivered from the hands of the enemy.  He and me and we will bring glory to God and help those who are forgotten and unwanted in prison.  God is bringing our ministry into fruition and I am beyond words.

Earlier today, I was beyond frustrated for the millionth time.  You see I have the immense pleasure of watching my youngest grandson each day.  My frustration comes from not knowing where the gosh darn wipes are when I need to change him.  They are never anywhere to be found.  I had for the millionth time in my brain said, “I’m going to text Makala and tell her I want a plethora of wipes in this house.” I didn’t text her, just as I hadn’t texted her the million other times I was frustrated because I can’t find the gosh darn wipes.

God has a sense of humor.  I hadn’t told anyone of my frustration with this situation as it is quite petty.  I went to my dads tonight and he had a huge box of diaper wipes for me.  Yes, he got injured carrying them into his house-two broken fingernails and a hurt shin from dropping them on himself.  But, I got the wipes and Brantlee will have a clean toosh!  I can’t quit laughing.  I know its silly.  I just know it was God working on my behalf and I am so thankful, giddy grateful for the wipes and that Kent is getting moved.  Praise God.  That’s all I can say or think right now.

Thank you all for your donations, prayers and kind words.  You are so appreciated.  I love you all.

I need to talk about….

It is so incredibly hard to sit here at the acreage taking care of here… The kiddos Kent and I have and just being here for their needs as I have always been.  Some times better than others.  I’ve definitely been a better parent at particular times, then at other times.  The last five years sucked for me as well as my beginning years as a parent.  Oh heck,  I guess I just pretty much suck at the parenting thing.  I know many people feel that way at times and so it goes…

I’ve tried figuring out the parenting thing without any real role models.  I’ve tried being upset with God for not sending a mentor into my life to teach me to be a parent.  I’ve tried blaming god for the bad parent I have been.  In the end I have to take responsibility and just say I didn’t surrender to God.  If I had done that he would have shown me a better way.  So here I am.  The one who did not surrender for many years.  And so it goes I’ve helped land my husband in federal prison.

Here is his story for the past two weeks:

This week has been filled with lessons of learning many of the unwritten rules you should know while serving time in federal prison. To be completely honest they started the first day I arrived, but there has been enough this week I thought I would write about it.

To anyone on the outside, it may seem a little comical or sound silly the importance of such trivial things. Much of it has to do with the way one is conditioned  upon entering an environment like this. You see things differently when a man is stripped of everything that freedom allows. You have to find ways to find respect, value and honor. By the time the typical person arrives at a federal facility, they have lost so much. Most have lost their income, homes, cars, relationships and  a whole host of things that you can’t imagine.  Many people that society would deem as “gang bangers” had jobs on the outside.

Following an expensive and lengthy legal battle that lands you in the prison environment, the first thing that happens when you arrive to the location you’re designated to is, you’re strip searched, asked to turn spread your butt cheeks squat and cough. While I didn’t experience this,  I have heard many stories from other inmates where the guards mocked their physic. I must of had a nice guard when I was processed because I have plenty I could of been mocked about, but wasn’t. Once your through R&D your assigned to a unit or cell block depending on the location you’re at.

My first night on the floor I was given one pair of underwear, one orange jumpsuit, one pair of socks and a pair of orange slip on dollar store style shoes. The next morning around 5:30am the guard belts out it was chow time. I woke up and went to the main floor of the unit. There’s approximately 120 people assigned on our floor, but only room for about 60 to sit and eat. The other 50-60 men either find a spot on the floor or are forced to eat standing up. Every morning we have had the same breakfast. It consist of a small portion of plain grain flake cereal between 6-8 oz, two cartons of milk like we were given in grade school and small cake about the size of a twinkle, around 7:30 a.m. daily the guard calls out for “new commits.” At this time any new people go down to laundry and are assigned 2  jumpsuits, socks and underwear. This was my first experience of being spoken to like I am the lowest form of scum. The C.O. I dealt with was a middle aged, overweight guy that obviously isn’t happy in his personal life.  He comes to work and verbally assaults the inmates he deals with to make himself feel better. They only had 5X underwear I needed a 2X so I went a week without being able to change into a clean pair.

I’m not saying all the guards are this way there are some very kind ones.  The few that are nasty make it a very demeaning experience. So after experiencing what I have described… I understand why you don’t reach over someone’s tray even if you’re offered something, you wait for them to pass it to you. You don’t openly  sit on someone else’s bunk while talking to others. You get in line making sure everyone around you isn’t ahead of you even if they don’t appear to be in line. If your getting ready to enter into the shower area you shout “all clear” before and be sure no one is dressing outside the individual shower stalls. You don’t pass an item across the front of anyone that is talking even if it just a package of salt and a host of many other small gestures.

I was apparently having an issue with a particular inmate.  I say apparently because I didn’t know I was having an issue until four days in a row this particular person was accusing me of cutting in the pill line, spit on my head, shoved me two days in a row. After the fourth day I was concerned something was going to happen.  I called my wife and let her know if she didn’t hear from me it was because I got into trouble with this individual.

That’s when Shawnee put out on my face book that I needed immediate prayer.  I was trying to diffuse the situation by walking away, but it kept getting in my face.  God quickly worked on my behalf.  Two gang members (separate gangs) I had helped with some situations went to the inmate on my behalf and made him apologize and shake my hand.  They had taken my walking away as a sign of respect for the gangs.  You aren’t allowed to fight unless you have permission because any fighting ends up affecting everyone on the floor.

I am so thankful for all of your prayers at my intense time of need.  Thank you and please keep praying for me and my family.

 

 

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Find Out Who Your Friends Are

I absolutely love this song  by Tim Mcgraw and Tracy Lawrence…its so true in my life.  The words to the song.  Everyone wants to pat you on the back on your way up the ladder.  They want to shake your hand.  I remember hearing this song driving out to the farm in the middle of nowhere that I had the privilege of growing up on.  You could drive that last eight miles to the farm in rural Madison county  as fast as you wanted because there was no one to stop you.  I thought when I heard that song that I had those friends.  My best friend of many years promised that we had been friends before politics and  we would be afterwards.  I had never as an adult, had a close friend like that.  Amazing how something that wasn’t even important to someone before they met you became the end of your friendship, take credit for helping you up to the top.  What’s the top of the mountain?  Where is that?  Was it when Kent was published in Focus on the Family Magazine? Was it when Senator Grassley took  us to dinner? Was it when Steve King looked me in the eyes and told me we were going to be life long friends, yet he never called to check on me while Kent and I were going through all of this?  Was it getting to decide which Presidential Candidate Kent would work for because they were all courting him?

The lyrics to the song summarized: this is where the rubber meets the road, somebody’s gonna drop everything, not stopping to think whats in it for me.  They just show up with their big ole heart.  Losing someone who meets all the words in this song is one of the hardest things in the world to do.  And I don’t mean they left the universe.  They decided the bandwagon stopped and they got off.  And that’s okay, sometimes that’s just what has to happen.

It took me awhile to get over that scenario.  Actually, it took me a long while to get over that scenario.  It was a process that I am still working through.  At first I just ran. Running is in my DNA, just ask my mom….sorry you can’t, shes running too fast.  That was a bad joke, but it is my mo (method of operation)  I’ve been wired to run.  So that’s what I did.  I ran from facing what I was going through.  I ran from what I had caused.  The way I ran was I escaped.  I escaped into sin.  Having a good time.  Fulfilling my flesh anyway I could.  I hurt everyone around me.  I just had to get away from myself and the problems I had caused.

Running to sin made me realize although I thought  I had broke those family curses my parents had passed on such as,   I had overcome the divorce curse, the leaving curse, the curse of no woman wanting to be a mother in our family.  I had kept my family together, I had mothered my six children, even home schooled them, I had stayed married to the father of my children no matter the cost.  I thought I conquered life’s problems.

Oh boy, have I learned.  I surrender.  I can’t say I have surrendered all, but I am working towards that.  I don’t want to do it on my own anymore.  I want to do it God’s way.  I want to give in.  I want my kids to learn from my mistakes.  I don’t want them to go through the heart aches I have had to go through to get through this life.  I don’t want them to have to live through the regrets I have had.

I want to teach them to be the friend to the friendless, a friend to the one everyone thinks is not worth it.

There are those who have come along side of us.  Most don’t know the pain and sin and just crap that has happened since Kent resigned.  Just people who are following the spirit.  To whom I am eternally grateful.  Just as I was earlier today using the gift card someone donated to us for a local gas station, filling up my large SUV.  I  thanked God for using his money to fill my car up allowing me to take my baby to her tumbling class.  I thanked him for allowing me to take her, for giving me the money to buy groceries and for acting on my behalf to receive the gas card.

Maybe I should, after pretty much staying home for the past 27 years go get a job.  Getting a job would be entry level for me not paying much at all.  It  would cost me initially to buy clothes to wear to work.  My wardrobe consists of jeans and jeans.  That’s two pair.  One clean and one dirty.  It would also be expensive to drive to work no matter where I was to go as I am at least ten miles one way from anywhere I could work.  I would have to leave my four, well actually just three kids to themselves for most days.  Yes, my 15 year old goes to school, but this year it is only part time.  Who would be there to pick him up at noon when he got out of school.  Who would take him to school?

Then there are the two girls I home school full time.  Yes, we could work  school around my job, but who would keep an eye out for them while I was gone forty hours a week plus commuting.  I just can’t see the logic in interrupting my kids lives more than they already are at this time.  I am at peace living on what God provides for me.  And if I end up losing everything so be it.  I have to be here, home with my kids as a support for them.  And a support for my hubby who I literally wait by the phone eagerly awaiting the notification of an email or a ring of the incoming call.

I’m here breaking up the fights with the kids, here to comfort the kids who miss their dad terribly. Here to comfort Kent’s mama who lost her husband 2 and a half years ago and depends on us to be here when shes hurting.  I’m here for the numerous people who are trying to figure out the complicated western union system to send Kent money.  I’m here for a couple of prisoners Kent has become acquainted with that need my help and I am their only outside source.  For now I have to be here.  Steadfast. Taking care of here….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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