• Pauquette Prose

    March 15, 2023

    But the older and wiser I get, I feel the prompting to not wish away these times of transitions. Once I make up my mind about something I generally just want to get there. Skip the ride, skip the line, let’s go. Maybe that’s how everyone feels, just wanting to next thing to happen instead of “enjoying the journey”.

  • Pauquette Prose

    February 19, 2023

    What began with weeping ended with joy. I think we all would have stayed the entire night if we could. We sat and listened. We danced and sang. We commissioned and anointed others to go out and take the fire of God to their towns. We prayed in quiet corners that hindering walls would come crashing down. We made space for tired kids to rest and tired souls to weep. God’s refreshing mercy poured out.

  • journal,  life together,  Pauquette Prose

    February 15, 2023

    I recall Bill Johnson once said you could always tell the families that were in revival because there lawns weren’t mowed and their houses unkempt. I think that’s where we’re headed. Our church has closed down it’s coffee bar this week and instead has opened up a 24/7 revival hub of prayer and worship. Brad and I normally do date night on Thursdays but we switched it to Wednesday this week so we could really soak in the first night of it.

  • Pauquette Prose

    February 7, 2023

    I was up late last night for ladies night.  Even though the community and night out refilled my tank, I also have a baby that doesn’t sleep and I woke up pretty exhausted.  The girls were grumpy because two nights ago they spent the night with their grandparents and somehow it always takes a minute for them to not be exhausted from that.  They were crying right off the bat this morning and Hal was as clingy as all get out, and while nothing was that bad it was a moment of relief when my dad called and said those wonderful words: “Want to get a pizza?”

  • Pauquette Prose

    February 1, 2023

    I spent time on and off uploading new pictures and trying to figure out the best social media handles for each site. The kids could feel an excitement in the air and some of them seemed to want a day off from their schoolwork because of it. Maybe it should be a holiday, though. The day God blessed us and The Company. That’s a big deal.

  • Pauquette Prose

    January 25, 2023

    I took a few pictures of the boys chasing after the rainbow, and then handed my camera to Ira to take a few of Hal and I when I promptly slid to my butt on a mini patch of mud.  Thankfully Hal was spared the fall but my clothes were not.  Then the wind picked up and Hal and I were both nearly swept away, and in my haste I had not grabbed a blanket for him.  So basically Ira took three very uncomfortable looking photos of Hal and I.  Such is motherhood.

  • Pauquette Prose

    January 23, 2023

    Lo and behold we got snow yesterday! While we didn’t get dumped on, or even get “snowed in”, there was enough for the kids to go sledding. It was beautiful to spend a restful Sunday curled up on the couch watching the snow fall. I sat on the couch and watched these giant, snowball sized flakes fall from the sky. It was so peaceful.

  • life,  life together

    A snow day, aged one year.

    Written on January 18th, 2022 ————————————————— In the wee hours of yesterday morning we received at least 10 inches of snow. It’s the biggest snow I can remember and certainly the biggest in our children’s lives. This snow conveniently fell on Martin Luther King Jr. day and Brad had the day off. He spent much of it shoveling. Shoveling our drive, shoveling the walk in front of the school, shoveling my dad’s drive, and then back to help shovel some of the students get out of their spots. He was fairly exhausted after that but still took the opportunity to go pick up some snowed-in friends so they could sled…

  • birth,  children,  life

    The Creativity of the Womb

    With each pregnancy I’ve experienced I mourn the loss of creativity. Perhaps it’s not my creativity that is gone, but the energy and motivation to carry out the things I would like. Either way I miss the excitement that comes with making something new, whether it be in the kitchen, at the sewing machine or planted in the garden. It feels like there’s a gaping hole that I just don’t have it in me to fill, and even after 6 pregnancies I still wish I could not feel so “different” than I do when I’m not growing a human.