11 Acre Wood Blog

Breakfast table discussions.

Miss Gracia

Fun on the trampoline.

The Campana’s dog, Ginger.

Some of the girls.

Some tasty treats Mariah and I made.

Trying the finished product. 

Frankie posing for the camera.

Noah about to take Nehemiah on a ride.

Who’s next?

Here they come!

       As you may remember our family became owners of the renowned Crocs a couple months ago. We have thoroughly enjoyed them and they are wonderful shoes. One of the things we like so much about them is their versatility and comfort. They can be worn almost anywhere. Note the “almost”. Crocs have holes. Therefore they don’t work in water, mud, ext. So, for our boys, that’s where rubber boots come in. Now, there is something you must know before I go on. You see our little boys have this problem with rubber boots. Some of you may know their problem and have smelled it before J. Yes, smelled it. Our boys wear their boots so much and for long periods of time (and maybe without socks) that they stink. Yes, like a dead animal stinks. Boots and feet. So, we are about ready to pitch them. Now, back to Crocs. Another thing we love about them is they have a special coating that keep them from stinking. You also can just hose them off if they get dirty. Perfect, if they only had boots. Well, they do, we found them (half price at that) and the rest is history.

Emanuel, Gibbie, and Nehemiah’s new Croc boots.

Demonstrating the proper way to get them on your feet.

Following the Croc picture tradition.

Have a blessed weekend! ~ Rebekah

A wonderful Father and Husband. We love you! 

 More noble than the valiant deeds of shining knights of yore,

More powerful than earthly plights that make the rich man poor,

More kingly than a royal throne or a lion with his pride,

Is he whose babes sleep well at night sure Daddy will provide.

There is a spirit in this land and Jezebel’s her name.

She’s calling you to leave your home for power, fun, and fame.

She wants your wife, your children too — she’ll never compromise,

Until your house is torn in two by listening to her lies.

But though a hundred thousand million men may fall prey to her lures,

And wives en masse leave home in search of “more fulfilling” chores,

Though preachers praise, and friends embrace, her pagan plan of death,

Stand strong and quit you like a man with every blessed breath.

Stand strong and rise, O man of God, to meet this noble call,

The battle is not new you see, it’s been here since the Fall.

Your wife is your helpmeet, my friend, and not another man’s,

So care for her and keep her far from Mistress Jezi’s plans.

Protect, provide, and give to her your undivided life,

This is the dear one of your youth, your precious bride, your wife.

And rally to those tiny ones who trust you for their care —

A lifetime spent discipling them’s a lifetime pure and rare.

For when they put their hand in yours and know a Daddy’s love,

You’re showing them a picture of the Father from above.

Look not toward worldly goal or gain, or for your liberty,

Look only into their sweet eyes to find your ministry.

Devote your heart and sacrifice and make your manly mark —

There is none so great as he who finds his call as patriarch.

—Douglas W. Phillips

A table full of boys.

It made it!

Lunch preparations underway..

Eatin’ on the porch.

Noah giving a tour to the guys.

Our Mothers looking at the raised beds.

The lady of the day!!! 

“Hey, do you think this will work?”

Gracie and Campbell.

Little boys on the big swing.

The mothers watching the action from the porch.

Playing a little ball before having to leave. (Notice the hole in the backboard. It fell victim to a slingshot.)

“So, do ya think you can get out?”

Sanders, Roberts and Hicks Families.

Campbell, my dear sister and Norma.

Everyone went down the driveway to make sure the RV didn’t get stuck again. Thankfully, it glided out without a scrape.

“Man, these bugs are eatin’ me up!”

The sad part about visits are the goodbyes. But we look forward to another one soon! 

Everyone is doing well here. The guys are up at the property again today pouring more concrete. Momma and the little boys just came in from harvesting some beans and zucchini from Noah’s garden. And I spent the morning unpacking from our trip and getting the house back in order. 

To all our dear friends who are attending the Jamestown 400, we are praying that y’all will have a wonderful week spent with your families! Look forward to hearing all about it when y’all return.

Round zucchini from the garden.

 “Blessed is the man 

     who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked 

       or stand in the way of sinners 

     or sit in the seat of mockers. 

        But his delight is in the law of the LORD, 

     and on his law he meditates day and night. 

         He is like a tree planted by streams of water, 

     which yields its fruit in season 

       and whose leaf does not wither. 

     Whatever he does prospers. 

 Not so the wicked! 

     They are like chaff 

     that the wind blows away. 

 Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment, 

     nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous. 

 For the LORD watches over the way of the righteous, 

     but the way of the wicked will perish.” 

Here it comes….

Fillin’ in a corner.

Noah smoothing it out.

Working on the entrance.

Hosing off.

Two down.

Lookin’ good.

Ethan buddie.

Finishing up the gracious servings of food.

Doesn’t Momma look lovely. The chip adds a lot, don’t you think? LOL!

Noah and Bekah after eating.

Craziness.

The pros and…

wanna be’s.