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this week at the grovestead
















At least we're not bored.

Saturday night, after Mara's birthday party I raked out the lilies, while Rory prepped the potatoes. Then he went to the compost center in town and shoveled a truck load and brought it home. While he and Ivar emptied the truck bed, I pruned the raspberry canes. Sunday picked up with a delivery of wood chips, Rory building another raised bed, I sawed branches off of trees in our overgrown grove and Dean came with his tractor to plant our field.

Monday was our first planting day. Lisa, our above-and-beyond sister-in-law brought her mom and pulled Josie from school to come and plant blueberries and potatoes. She worked like a machine. Elsie and I got sick that day, which was unfortunate, and was so grateful for their help. I LOVE that Josie got out of school to help plant a field!

Tuesday Rory woke up at 6 to plant more potatoes and to work until his 11 am meeting in the cities. He came home at 5:30 and got back on the tractor and we worked until the sky was black. I gathered pine needles and put those around our blueberries and Rory moved wood chips around for the pathways.

There is always something to do. It's exciting and exhausting. I have been feeling gross most of the week, which is hard to schedule in. But all in all, we're not bored. And we're having fun. (oh! Elsie's new goal is to ride Vernon. Which is super funny to watch. And Velma caught that mouse! And then she would let it go, giving Thomas and Percy a chance to catch it on their own. It was like a little life-skills lesson, happening right in the garage. It was terrible to watch, and fascinating. And sad. And amazing. And awful. And I took a picture...)

day dreaming about our day-to-day


My mom took these pictures a few days before Easter as I was trying to figure out what Elsie was going to wear. The upper left is a dress I wore when I was little. The lower left is a dress Mara wore on Easter when she was little. The lower right is when the fashion show ended.

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My Uncle Mark was here this weekend. He sits on a board for a private school in St. Louis and always brings interesting insights on education and children. When he was here we shared a great conversation about the uses and abuses of technology and he asked pointedly, "do your kids see you read every day? do they see you with a book in your face for extended periods of time?"

And the answer is no. Reading feels like a luxury at this point in my life. Or at least that's what I tell myself, but I know that isn't actually true. If I had a book in front of my face as often as I have my phone to my face, I'd have read through the local library by now. 

It got me thinking. When can I have this built-in reading time during my day? Which led me to think about how tired I've been lately. How I seem to be fighting low energy daily. Which  made me think about my late bedtime and how it's just not sustainable. 

So I spent some time today day-dreaming. Dreaming about my day-to-day. Writing out a little mock schedule with an ideal bedtime, and the things it would take to lead me to get into bed at that time. I wrote out what an ideal morning would look like: up at 7, shower, contacts and coffee by 8. Bible reading during breakfast. Everybody ready for the day by 8:30 or 9. I decided I sleep best after a hot bath. So a hot bath is scheduled each night at 10 sharp. Bedtime at 10:30. 

The schedule feels doable, and feels healthy. I have a list of things I want to fit in to my days, if possible: reading time, time for art, time for blogging, play dates, individual play time, day adventures. I made a list of things that don't fit into my day: facebook and other distractions. I'll save most computer stuff for after the kids are in bed. I took instagram off of my phone.

The schedule will serve as a rough guideline. I know some days I'll pull it off, and other days I won't. But it was so empowering and luxurious to sit down and think carefully about my days and how we spend our time. I even made a list of adjectives describing how I want our days to feel and what I could do to ensure each day feels that way.

It was a great practice and I highly recommend doing it for yourself. But now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go get in the tub. And read a book. It's on the schedule.

things I'm learning about faith


I have long list running in my head of things I want to share on this blog. I have all sorts of blog posts written in my head, but lately I’m finding they just are not getting written on the screen. And they’re starting to pile up. So rather than wait for the day when I have countless uninterrupted, prolific hours to myself I’m just going to start rattling them off. (I wrote this last Thursday night, and am just now posting it...)

1. Worship. I went to Living Proof Live with Beth Moore when she was here in Minnesota a few weeks ago. It’s no secret that I love the teaching of Beth Moore, and her seminar did not disappoint. She spoke a bit about getting ready for a day when we as believers are outcast because of our faith. To be ready with obedient feet and merciful hands. To be confident in our identity, in community with other faithful believers and to remember when we are harassed it does not mean we are victims, because we are already victors. Her teaching stirred my heart and I sang and worshiped at the end with a freedom and abandon I have not felt in a long, long (super long) time.

2. God’s voice vs. the voice of condemnation. My friend Lauren taught at our Women’s Bible study last week and talked about a simple practice that has made a huge difference for me this past week. I had a hard week with all sorts of voices of self-doubt and condemnation filling my head. Lauren said she’ll simply ask herself, “are these words that God would speak about me?” If they’re not, she dismisses them. I know this sounds so elementary. But all week long I have been taking some mean and self-critical thoughts captive right in the moment, reminding myself where my identity, strength and gifts really do come from. And moving on. Not dwelling.

3. The power of Words. I been thinking a lot about the power of words and how we speak our reality into existence by the words we choose. This happens in how we share a story, what stories we choose to share, the words we choose to use to encourage or to nit-pick. And most of all, how we see another person. I had an experience this week where my feelings were just plain hurt. It was not intentional, but it still hurt. And on the way home I thought it my head, “That wasn’t intentional. I’m not going to give that moment the attention of a story.” And I didn’t. I didn’t tell Rory. I didn’t tell anyone.  I went to bed. The world kept spinning, and days later I shared an awesome conversation with this friend and thought, “I’m so glad I didn’t make a stink about that other night.” People, I’m a slow learner sometimes. And this felt like such a huge leap in the right direction.

4. My offensive game. Along the lines of the previous two points, I feel like I’m playing my offensive game better. I’m not purely responding to how others act around me or treat me. I’m playing offense, blocking little attacks that might otherwise get me down. My hurt feelings is the perfect example of this. I could have dwelled in a pity party for a while. And wasted those hours of my life. But I didn’t. And it felt like I was fighting back. To the devil who comes to steal my joy, kill my spirit and destroy my glorious mood I say: it’s not working.

5. I have been praying for a personal revival, just an awakening of my faith in Jesus Christ. And I have had this prayer answered in lots of the ways mentioned above. I’m reading my Bible, praying, changed up my music and feeling grateful for this all-access pass to God’s goodness and all that he would have for me. I had a friend clarify that all personal revivals are for a collective revival. That you can’t really have a revival, party of one. Because God’s Spirit moves. And then she also pointed out that her greatest personal revivals were in seasons of deep despair. That in those valleys, her faith grew the most. And it made me wonder if all this stirring in my heart isn’t laying a foundation for a trial one day. Of course there’s no way to know. But it made me wonder. And then I thought some more and thought, well yes. No matter what my future holds I would want my foundation solid and my feet firmly planted. No matter what the days ahead look like I would want to be well studied and equipped with the truth. Trial or not, I want to soak up every moment of this eagerness to learn more of God.

6. This morning I woke up at 5:30 to attend the National Day of Prayer breakfast in our town. It was awesome. First, to see so many (hundreds) of people from our community come together. Second, to have so many churches represented and gathered as one body. And third, because this year they had three pastors who had served in our town at some point over the past fifty years. They are older men now, and each was given the microphone for ten or fifteen minutes. And these men had fire in their bellies. They spoke as evangelists, coming to rally our gathered congregation. I left so inspired and grateful and glad to live here.

7. On Sunday, Minnesota Teen Challenge was at our church sharing their stories of radical life transformation through the power of Jesus Christ. They shared for 45 minutes and I could have sat there all day long listening to one testimony after another.  A few of the guys in the choir are from our area and spoke openly of the heroine problem we have in our town, and later shared that most of the kids are hooked by 7th grade. I had heard this before, but to have the actual kids, now clean for 11 months to share openly of the problem was sobering. Left me looking for ways to fight for those lives, before they spiral out of control.

8. And in many ways, that is happening through our local Crisis Pregnancy Center, which has recently changed its name to The Women’s Center. Rory sits on the board, and we could not be more impressed with this center. Their concern is as great for the life of the mother, as it is for the life of the child. They have exceptional after-care programs to help get young moms back on their feet, to remember their own dreams for their future and to help them attain those dreams. They have just started a new program called Stepping Stones, and I have been asked to help lead the community walk that will happen this summer. I’m so excited about the program, so excited to help get the word out, and mostly excited about what a program of this magnitude could really mean for a sleep-deprived, financially-strapped, stressed-out mama. It is hope and help and, just like in Teen Challenge, lives are transformed.

9. I’ve been wanting to write about this for about a year, so as long as I’m still typing, I’m going to give it a go. If you have lost faith in faithful living, I have got a book for you. It is fiction, but based on a true story. I keep it on the shelf by my bed and crack it open and read different seasons every so often. The book is called City of Tranquil Light and it is about two missionaries and their term in China. The book came highly recommended from my sister-in-law Sara. It simply follows two faithful Christ followers who carry out their call with grace and love. I cannot recommend it enough. The book makes me want to run my own race harder, and I love books that motivate like that.

Mara's 9th birthday!


My sweet niece, Mara, turned nine yesterday. We were so excited to go and celebrate her and all of the love and joy and kindness she brings to the world. We had a family party before her friend party, with ladybug cupcakes. And she got some awesome presents...including a kick ball and bases! I was so jealous!





This picture below of Ivar and Svea cracks me up...I believe those are what we would call, forced smiles...



Uncle Mark was able to be there, all the way from St. Louis. It was really special that he could come! Apologies to Svea, who was not invited in the picture below. :)


And then Mara's friends came. We played stone, stone (my personal fav), pin the antennae on the ladybug, walked to the dairy queen, opened presents and played kick ball. It was an awesome party.




The girls were so tired from all the walking they fell asleep at this bus station. :) Happy Birthday Mara! You are an easy girl to celebrate! We love you so much and love your humor, creativity, passion and determination. Thanks for inviting me to your party and for picking Dairy Queen to celebrate! My first DQ of the season!


happy places


I'm posting these pictures tonight because it's been a while since we've seen sunshine. Yesterday we had snow and last night it started sticking to the ground. These pictures are my protest. When the snow began to accumulate on the ground, I was starting to feel, shall we say, heavy laden. So in a moment of self-preservation I loaded up the kids and took them to the cupcake shop. It was 5:15pm. We hadn't had supper. Rory was gone for the night. And Ivar was protesting that he didn't want to go to the cupcake shop. But Mama did. Mama needed to go to her happy place.

Last year I started frequenting the cupcake shop in February as a way to cope with the weather. This winter I knew I couldn't start cupcake season that early. So this year I waited until March for my first official "winter-getaway" trips. Cupcake Season will conclude just as soon as I can wear flip flops again.

And when the sun is warm again, and lighting up the earth, we'll count this recent discovery as my new happy place. A friend of mine brought us here last week to throw rocks and sticks. I think we'll be spending lots and lots of time here this at this park this summer, swapping the cupcakes for the creek.


up to the flyest kite!


That's how Ivar sings those lyrics: "let's go fly a kite! up to the flyest kite!" And we did that on Friday night. It was effortless kite flying conditions, went up on the first attempt and we just kept letting out the string. It was so fun and high and awesome. And then it was time to bring it back in. Which was tedious and time consuming and took two adults taking turns to get the job done. But it was so worth it.



Ivar and his train talk


Ivar and I had dentist appointments today. It was Ivar's first dentist visit and he did awesome. His teeth look great and he found the whole experience to be quite the adventure. I was grateful for an awesome hygienist and the super cool sunglasses he got to wear so the light wouldn't shine too bright in his eyes.

On the way home we saw a police car with its lights flashing up ahead. Ivar said, "Mom! Let's ride the rails and go see that police!" His Thomas the Train world seems to be seeping into more and more of his every day life. More examples:

A few nights ago he was laying at the bottom of the stairs before bedtime. I asked him he thought he'd make it up or if he wanted me to carry him to bed. He replied, "I'll make it. I've got just a little bit of fuel to pump my pistons." Oh man. I hope pump my pistons sticks around for a while.

We were with friends, playing at a creek and Elsie walked in and got her shoes all wet. It meant we cut our playtime short and left our friends a little early. Ivar's friend Lily had a perplexed look on her face as we left. Later Ivar said, "Oh remember at the water when Lily was cross?"  Cross! That's a common word in the Thomas books, but so funny to hear Ivar use it in context.

And finally, everything around here is coupled. Ivar was using the velcro on the kitchen chair cushions and told me, "I'm just coupling the pillow back to the chair, Mom."



thegrovestead.com


Well, we have quite the big announcement. We have added another blog to the family.

This new blog is sort of an information sharing blog. Whereas joyfullybecca has more to do with family and stories and people, thegrovestead.com will be one part what we're learning and one part record keeping. Think of it as a public little log book, documenting dates, projects, and lessons learned from year to year. Sort of the blog we have been hoping to stumble upon during the last eighteen months.

I'm really excited about it. Mostly because now it is my husband who is saying, "can we start that movie in twenty minutes? I just want to finish up this blog post real quick..."



So check it out. Be sure to click on the black tab bar...it's pretty fun how he has his posts organized, covering all the little projects happening on our ten acres.

Feel free to pass the link along to anyone you think might be interested in joining our adventures. And if you want new blog posts sent right to your email, you can enter your email address on the right hand column of the site. Happy reading! Click here to get to thegrovestead.com

easter sunday


We got up on Sunday morning and went to our church to celebrate Resurrection Sunday. Then we came home and got ready for family. It was a glorious day in Minnesota and soon my parents, my sister and Svea and the entire Groves clan (except Maddie, who was at a wedding...a wedding! on easter sunday!) came to share a great big easter dinner.



In my head this prayer was going to be very moving...but my prayer was interrupted by a hungry rooster. That's what happens when you plan on your prayers being very moving. God calls in the rooster and keeps you humble.



We all fit in the sunny room at one long table. It felt very festive. And here's what is most amazing about my family. I made a creamed corn casserole. And that's it. Every single other part of the meal was brought by someone else. And, get this. My sister-in-law Lisa, made two hams on Saturday for our Easter meal. TWO. HAMS. She continues to out-do her out-done self. And everyone else brought two or three things too. It was a feast and felt completely stress free, because I have such awesome and amazing women in my family.



We had an egg hunt that spanned five acres of our property. It was so huge, and there were so many eggs that we didn't see a single cousin the whole time we looked for eggs! There is no competition when the eggs are so abundant and spread over so much yard.



The day concluded with tractor rides. Here is Svea taking her turn with Uncle Rory.


And then Troy wanted a turn too.


a hard worker


Friday night Rory evaporated our first 15 gallons of sap. Sunday afternoon he went for 20, and during the last five gallons it started sleeting on him. He came inside to watch the fire from the warmth of the living room and watched the syrup unexpectedly catch on fire and burn to char. I asked to take a picture, but he said he wasn't in the mood.

Last night he evaporated another 15 gallons, building the fire at 8:30. It was 12:30 when my sweet husband came to bed smelling like a lovely night of camping. We have rain and snow in the forecast, but sap has a shelf life and can go bad if you don't evaporate it within a certain window of time. We're down to the final fifteen gallons and I look forward to having maple syrup to put in my coffee again (so good...)

I decided to write this post though because of the conversation we just shared. It's 11:00. I am speaking for our women's bible study tomorrow morning and finishing up my talk. Rory is on the couch next to me mapping out a planting schedule and when each vegetable should go in the soil. And here's what's noteworthy: he's feeling frustrated because he's already behind. Which I think is endearing because he planted seeds five weeks ago. And there is snow forecasted for tomorrow. But he's frustrated because we should have had sweet potatoes sprouting in peat moss one month ago.

He's a hard worker, people. And fun to watch work.

april at the grovestead











+ The kids got to ride in the truck with us as we hauled a few loads of branches from the ditch out to the burn pile. Riding with no car seats through the field was pretty epic for them.

+ Ivar has become quite the helper lately. Here he was helping his dad remove the hay from the raised beds where Rory planted a lot of tulip bulbs last spring.

+ We had another great season for sap. We got 65 gallons this year, and have a garage full of five gallon buckets ready to turn into syrup. Rory is in full-on evaporator mode, already having boiled down his first fifteen gallons last night.

+ Thomas and Percy are adorable. Their little eyes always look sad, but I think that's just how kitten eyes look. They're tumbling out of their cat bed and beginning to walk around. They are so cute and make for a sweet way to welcome anyone who walks through our garage.

+ Our little seeds have been growing in mighty ways under the grow lights. We won't plant in egg cartons again...they seem to absorb so much of the water, it's hard to keep the little seeds properly watered. So we ordered a ton of plastic containers for the next round.

+ Our cats, Velma and Vernon are frisky as ever. We will have them both fixed at the end of the month so we don't turn into a cat farm. The way they tumble around the yard, I'm pretty sure we'd have another litter mid-summer!

+ Ivar has been very interested in the chickens lately. He brings them little dixie cups of cracked corn each morning and on this day threw them his yellow ball. He was a little sad that they didn't really play with it, or throw it back over the fence.

+ We had a picnic on Friday. Second of the season. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: parenting outdoors just feels like cheating. Lunch is lovely while eaten outside. I read a book while the kids played in the rock box. Elsie likes to sit in the baby swing, without being pushed. It was a stunning, quiet and warm morning.

don't not read this post because you've seen this book before!


I feel like I have to write fast. I feel like you're going to disregard this post from the start.You know the five love languages. You know your own love language. You know your husbands. You have read the book before. Besides, the five love languages are so 1990's.

But wait! Hear me out!

Rory brought this book along to Arizona and actually said, "hey, aren't you proud I brought a marriage book on our vacation?" And I was like, "yeah, thanks for that."

Because inside I was scoffing. I mean, who doesn't know the five love languages, and the seventeen spin off books by now? Rory and I took a class when we were first married so we know them well: Words of Affirmation, Quality Time, Receiving Gifts, Acts of Service and Physical Touch.

Rory was the one who read the book first on our vacation and then said, "you should just read the first three introductory chapters. They're short."

And people. This is good stuff. It's a bit surprising because the five love languages are so seemingly self explanatory. I mean, who can't figure out what "quality time" means. Except here's the thing: I read that chapter and had a zillion aha moments and realized that I had quality time all mixed up. I read this chapter and realized I am dying for quality time. But before reading the book I would have said I wanted "acts of service" because lately a surprise unloaded dishwasher can get me quite excited.

Anyway. Dig this book out. The content inside is really, really helpful and practical. If you have it on your shelf, dust it off and take a look again. Go to your library and check it out. It is immediately applicable, clarifying and led to some awesome conversations about our day to day marriage and how we want it to look and feel.

joy in the ordinary


The day after my birthday I was sitting in the sunny room while my kids napped. I watched the UPS truck pull up and I went to meet the driver in the garage and wouldn't you know, the package was for me. I opened it up and it was this book, given as a gift from my friend Shannon. Is there anything better than an unexpected gift in the mail?!!

The book is a memoir spanning three years before the author's firstborn goes off to college. She's in the midst of a midlife crisis, looking for her purpose apart from motherhood and making major life changes along the way. She is an eloquent writer, painting her life in brilliant detail, taking us all along for the ride.

A lot of the time while I read this book I had an ache in my heart remembering the truth of what so many older mothers love to remind us moms with little ones: it goes so fast.

So it was a perfect book to read poolside, child-free, while sun bathing and sipping a cherry coke. I read it and thought of the sweet pocket of time I find myself in these days. My kids are awesome, they are so fun. They are determined, hilarious and good company. And I am enjoying my gig as their mom so much. I feel content and grateful.

The book was great. A lovely read, and fun to walk the steps of her life during those huge years of transition. My worldview doesn't line up with hers. And I would have loved to have read of her journey from the perspective of a Christ-follower who believes in a God who makes all things new. But she is an incredible writer, thoughtful and attentive to her life in ways that open the reader's heart along the way.

It's a great book to help keep the long-view in mind. To not get so bogged down in the day to day. Often, my biggest lament to Rory when we crawl into bed is, "I have nothing to show for my day." And after reading this book, I'm not sure I ever will if I continue to measure against an outside immeasurable standard. But if I look a recent ordinary day: kids dressed and to the library, followed by an impulsive trip to the cupcake shop, home for lunch and naps, dishwasher unloaded and loaded, kitchen floor swept and living room floor picked up, a long walk outside with the kids, hamburger helper for supper, bedtime routine, snuggles and just as I walk out the door one last plea, "hey mom?" "yes?" "will you just come and snuggle with me?" "I just did that." "hey mom?" "yes?" "will you come and lay down next to me?"

If I look at this ordinary day, written out bit by bit, I can see a bit clearer. This book reminded me that even in this simple, mundane routine, I have a whole lot to show for my day. They're growing up right before my very eyes.

I read this book in the happiest of places, convinced that I would come home and live out my ordinary days with the unending joy they deserve. But in an ironic (and probably predictable) twist, the kids are really sticking it to me today. They're making sure I feel the pain of having just left them for four nights. They're both super needy, super crabby, super impatient. And the house is a post-vacation train wreck. I turned off Ivar's lamp at naptime and proceeded to step on a minion followed in the next step right onto a hard red parrot. Both feet! I limped out of his room biting my tongue with each hobble. I was so mad.

So there's that too. The gift of an ordinary day is truly a gift. This book helped me remember that, even in the midst of minions and red parrots.