Well everyone, I have an announcement.  This will be my last post on this blog.  Don’t worry, I’ve not given up blogging, just decided to start at a new site.  I’m switching to Blogspot.  My new blog can be found at http://testimonyofgrace.blogspot.com.  Please take a look!  It’s still “under construction” so to speak, but you’re welcome to start commenting whenever you’d like.



In a former post, I told you all that my son was horse crazy.  Well, it’s true, and he comes by it quite honestly.  Not only are Ransom and I horse-lovers, but several of our siblings are as well.  It’s only natural that our child would have an infatuation with these gorgeous animals. 

A little while ago, we informed Honour that his Uncle Rem was getting a horse, and since that time, he’s spoken of hardly anything else.  Rem loves it that his little nephew is just as gung-ho about horses as he is.  So on Friday, immediately after claiming his new horse, Rem rode to our place.  He gave Honour a ride, and has definitely earned the “uncle-of-the-hour” award. 🙂

After a little visiting, we took a walk with the aunties; Honour rode the whole way.

When Rem left, it was raining cats and dogs.  I’m sure he wasn’t thinking this, but he looked really cool, riding away in the rain in his cowboy hat and black Carhartt.  Sorry Rem, just had to add that. 😉

Hi y’all.  So, I haven’t posted in a while, especially not about today’s subject.  Our building project has been on hold this summer for obvious reasons.  But, now we’re back at it, and Ransom is in his element.  He loves to see stuff getting done out at the property, even if it’s just a little bit of stuff.  As they say, “Every little bit counts!”

A couple weekends ago, we had the concrete pad for our basement floor poured!!!  Very exciting.  Things look “real” out there now, not just like we’re playing in the dirt.  Here are some pictures:

This is what the site looked like prior to the pour.  The area that is marked by boards in the middle of the site is where the bathroom will be in our basement apartment.  Ransom had to mark that out, ’cause we needed to put in some of the plumbing before pouring concrete.  You can see our sweet little boy in the foreground; he loves working with his Papa.



Here I am!  Right now, there’s not a lot I can help with at the building site.  But I really do enjoy it when I get the opportunity.  On this particular occasion, I was pulling weeds around the perimeter of the site to make it easier to maneuver around.  As you may be able to tell from the picture, these aren’t your typical little garden weeds.  I’m not sure what they’re called but I’d describe them as a mutant tumble weed…one that crossed with some sort of a thistle plant.  They were easy to pull, ’cause they were growing in sand, but they were brutal on the skin, hence the gloves you see protecting my hands.

So, the night before the pour, Ransom’s brothers came over and helped him finish tying the re-bar.  They were up past 10:00 PM.  Then, they all crammed into our apartment, which we’d outfitted with blow-up mattresses (thanks Rickels!), and hunkered down for the night.  The next morning, everyone (including ME!) was up by 5:00 AM and after a quick breakfast, the guys were off to help with the pour, which was scheduled for 6:00 AM.  And here’s what things looked like by 7:00 PM:

Since we started the building process, our friend and neighbor, Dave McLean, has blessed us with advice, support and assistance.  We wouldn’t have had a successful pour if it weren’t for his involvement.  He was also there at 6:00 AM, along with my Grandpa Wayne Schmid.

Doesn’t that look beautiful?! 




After the pour we had a brunch.  Dad and Mom Rickel allowed us to use their back porch, and Paige and Emily helped with everything.  Dave’s family came over, and we had pancakes, sausage and coffee.

Cute shades, huh? 😉











This picture is of Holly, Dave’s wife, holding their youngest child, Jubilee.  Remember and Jubilee are only six weeks apart.

This picture is of Honour playing with Isaiah McLean; they’re five months apart. 


Here’s Honour with Samuel McLean (3 yr.).  Thank you to everyone for all the help you gave us with our house.  And thanks for all the fun too!

Hello everyone.  I received an e-mail today from my dear friend, Lynne Mason.  She was requesting prayer for Ellie Rose Loop, the five-year-old daughter of a couple that she and her husband discipled several years ago.

Since my father’s illness, I’ve become far more aware of the power of prayer and what an important responsibility it is for the saints to intercede for one another.  So, please go to the Caring Bridge site where Ellie’s mama is posting about her illness and start praying for this precious little girl and her family. 

You can also leave words of encouragement in their guest book.  Let the Loops know that you’re praying for them.  I can’t tell you what a blessing it was to us to read our guest book on Caring Bridge and receive notes from brothers and sisters we didn’t even know who were faithfully upholding us in prayer.

May God be glorified through this situation and be pleased to display his mercy.


The strawberries have been our best crop…
…in fact, we had so many, we made strawberry facials!



Violas in my mother’s garden
A swallowtail butterfly on the lilacs



First time swimming
Getting to know Uncle Jay’s calf
Her first strawberry



Taking a break from digging a trench with Papa
Gettin’ all cleaned up!



The Ransom Mallery Family


Look what my mama brought me from Missoula!

Isn’t it cute?  It’s a Fiestaware (sp?) sugar bowl and creamer set.  I just love it.  Thanks Mom!

And look what Ransom brought me!

He brings me flowers whenever he gets off night shift.  Isn’t he a sweetie? 🙂  I just love the color of these roses and think they look wonderful in my big blue pitcher.   

So, I’m all ready for tea.  Come join me!

Hello everyone.  Today was a day of particular rejoicing in our household.  My father, after nearly eight weeks of being in the hospital, returned to his home here in Columbia Falls.  He was greeted by many joyous friends and his grateful family.

He and Mom got home from Missoula around 5:30 this evening.  About thirty people, mostly friends from church, were here to welcome them with balloons, banners, shouts of exultation and songs of praise to our merciful and almighty God.  Upon his arrival, Daddy was quickly ushered into the house, where his old armchair awaited him along with eager children and grandchildren.

Having Dad home is almost ethereal.  These past weeks have seemed more like a dream than reality.  I still am not sure that the heaviness of all that has taken place has actually penetrated my mind and heart.  

As I walk with my parents and siblings through the coming weeks, I’m sure reality will sink in.  Dad is quite different now, physically as well as in attitude.  He has lost a lot of weight and muscle mass.  And he is very solemn.  But his eyes have not changed; they still shine.  His recovery will be very gradual.  But, praise God that the word “recovery” is even in our vocabulary!

Along with Dad being home, I’m rejoicing that I get to go home too.  I have never loved the sight of my little apartment more than now!  I have sorely missed overseeing my own household and serving my husband and children.  I’m looking forward to sitting at the breakfast table tomorrow with just my babies to talk to. 

Nor can I wait to restore a certain degree of cleanliness and order to our dwelling.  For the past eight weeks, the apartment has become merely a large storage space, an out-of-the-way place to put in-the-way things.  Tomorrow, I hope to return it to it’s former glory.  Okay, “former glory” exaggerates what my apartment was like before all this happened.  But, whether ones home is a mansion or a shack, it is glorious having it be your own.  And, speaking of mansions versus shacks, I need to update everyone on the progress of our building project.  But I’ll save that for a different time.  It’s almost 11:00 PM and my bed in my room is beckoning me. 😉