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Sunday, August 14, 2011

Alan Burns....you will be missed!


Alan Burns 

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Family-Placed Death Notice

BURNS, Alan ALAN ROBERT BURNS Alan Robert Burns, 57, formerly of Woodstock and Lilburn, GA died Sunday morning August 7, 2011 at his home in Blountville, TN, after a brave fight against pancreatic cancer. Alan was a 1972 graduate of Shamrock High School in Decatur, GA and retired after a 30 year career with Bellsouth. In retirement he worked to help others; either volunteering at the United Methodist Children's Home in Decatur, volunteering at national and state parks or fostering Scottish Terriers through Scottie Rescue of Tennessee. Alan had started a second career as Santa Claus with his last appearance at Northlake Mall in 2009. Being Santa was one of the most fun experiences of his life. He attended Blountville United Methodist church. He enjoyed hiking, camping, boating and many other outdoor adventures. Alan was preceded in death by his father Edward W Burns of Tucker. He is survived by his devoted wife, the former Sandra Underwood of Charleston, WV, his 3 furry kids, Kali, Piper and Sunny, two children Chris Burns and his wife Katie of Dallas, GA and Amanda Burns of Lilburn, his grandson Ryan Burns, mother Mary Burns of Atlanta, brother Steve and his wife Jane of Lawrenceville, and numerous nieces and nephews. "Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold." Emerson Alan will be greatly missed by everyone that knew him. He loved life and his family. A memorial service will be held at 1:00 on August 20, 2010 at the First United Methodist Church of Lawrenceville. In lieu of flowers, Alan has requested that donations be made to the Tennessee Scottish Terrier Rescue Network www.scot tierescue.com in his name.
Published in The Atlanta Journal-Constitution on August 14, 2011

Pain with a purpose

I haven't blogged lately, for there wasn't any time. Every spare minute I was on my knees crying out to the Lord to have mercy on our broken family. Last weekend was a rough one filled with loss and pain. My uncle died on Sunday morning, and Monday my Dad was admitted to the ICU cardiac failure department in Cleveland Clinic. I won't lie...I was left wondering how God's ways are always good. I was left asking how I was supposed to count this joy. I was begging him to not only heal my Aunt's broken heart, but my Dad's as well. I cried. I prayed. I saturated myself with God's word hoping for some comfort for me, and some to be able to offer other family members. I was left feeling numb.... Then the lyrics of this song came to me..

Be still, there is a healer
His love is deeper than the sea
His mercy, it is unfailing
His arms are fortress for the weak

Let faith arise
Let faith arise

I lift my hands to believe again
You are my refuge, You are my strength
As I pour out my heart
These things, I remember
You are faithful, God, forever

I could feel God was close and He was using friends to show me just how much He cares for me and for our family. He sent one special friend over to my house with money that made it possible for me to not only drive to Tennessee to be with my Aunt, but also to Cleveland to be with My Mom and Dad. He used friends to pray over, with, and for me. I had people offer to watch my children, make us food and so and so on. And when I got the phone call from my Mom that said it didn't look good for my Dad, and felt that I could no longer stand...that special friend showed up to help me. To let me lean on her and trust that God was in this and bigger than this.

I loaded my princesses up and we headed to Tennessee to see my Aunt. She has a beautiful lake front house that her and her late husband had worked so hard on, and I was so upset at myself that this was the first time I was seeing it. What is it about us humans that we think our loved ones will always be there? We always think we will have time....later. She is such a strong woman ,but she has lost her best friend. I am continuing to pray that God heals her broken heart and is closer to her than ever.

The second day we were in Tennessee we got a call from my Mom....they were releasing my Dad and they needed me to come pick them up!!!!!!! My Dad is not healed from all his heart troubles, but the Lord still did a miracle for sure! They found a leaky valve and since he is too weak for surgery, they are going to try and minimize the side effects with medicine. I felt like God had answered my prayer of "Not yet Lord, I need him here longer!!!" So after I came home and slept a bit, we took our girls to a good friend's house, and Sweet Man and I drove to Cleveland to pick up my parents. I can't tell you the joy I felt seeing them waiting on us as we pulled in. It could have turned out so different. It could have left me in this world without that special man I am so lucky to call Dad. I am lifting my hands in praise...that it didn't.

I felt my faith growing by leaps and bounds this past week. There is something about not being in control, that makes you trust the Lord just a little bit more. To be in a situation that you have no say about and cannot manipulate it to work out for the best, that makes you call upon the Lord and know He is going to work it out the way He sees fit. It leaves me trying to figure out what lesson I was supposed to learn from it. I am taking away the fact that we are just earthen vessels that are so weak and fragile. We will not be here forever, and neither will our loved ones. We need to treasure each other and focus on eternity. This life is so fleeting and fly's by so fast, and yet I feel that constant struggle of trying to make this place my home...when it is just a "way point" to our real home. I learned that when I get the breath knocked out of me and think I can't go on, God sends someone to help me. And sometimes he sends me to help someone who got the breath knocked out of them. I learned that God does indeed listen to our prayers, and sometimes uses the diseases of our bodies, to bring out about healing to our soul.


Monday, August 8, 2011

I have heard it said before, that in order for your soul to have a "rainbow",
 It must first have some "tears".
Well...our family is waiting on our "rainbow".

R.I.P. Uncle Alan
You were loved, and you will be missed!!!

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

All work and no play?


All work and no play makes you dull? Well I am not sure about that, but it sure does lead to burnout. So this Sunday, when we realized we overslept for church, we had a day trip. We loaded the girls up, and headed to Hawk's nest for a day of taking in all the beauty this state has to offer.
 Mountains and water. Who could ask for more?
We walked a few hiking trails.
 Posed for a few pictures. :-)
 Took in a most amazing view.
 Identified native trees, flowers, birds and bugs.
 Realized just how small we really are.

 We rode the tram, to take in the view from a different angle.
 "Hey, you're supposed to be taking in the view sweet heart!!" ;-)
 Which was well worth the $15 it cost for the whole family. At the bottom there was a swan! A beautiful swan!!
 And a really neat, hands on, nature room....
 With all kinds of neat things you can touch. Little girls love to touch things you know.
After all that fun educational stuff, we took the tram back up and headed on out to the river.
I can still remember my parents taking me here when I was younger. I love that my girls will grow up with some of the same memories that I have. This was a wonderful day...and only cost $15!!!

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Little Cabin in the Big Woods

When my parents bought property from us several years ago, I envisioned us sitting on the porch in rocking chairs, and chatting while the sun went down. I should have known better! We are not very good at sitting still.:-) No. Our form of bonding is coming about in a different way, with hammers and nails. My Dad started building a picnic shelter and cabin two years ago, on the top of our hill. He has had a few set backs along the way because of his health, but has not given up on his dream of building a cabin for he and my mom. He needs more help now though...and that is where I step in. I know I am not the best carpenter, but he is teaching me. I can drive a nail pretty fast now. ;-) My Dad is a quiet man, but loves to tell stories of his past. I treasure those stories and have been eating them up as fast as he can tell them. I am learning so much about him that I never knew. The other day he started telling of a time he was swimming in the river..."Wait, You used to swim?" I didn't know that about him. See what I would have missed out on knowing, If I wasn't up in the woods sweating profusely with him. He is a good listener too. Sweet Man and I were talking about a documentary show on sugar that we watched. I mentioned that it showed Twinkies and how I had been craving Twinkies ever since. The next day when I showed up for "work" he had brought me Twinkies. :-) I know they are terrible for you, but at that moment, they felt so right.
My Dad cut and sawed all the lumber himself....and it is a BUNCH! Especially when you have to carry it in 98 degree weather. :-o
Princess #1 has been keeping a fire burning for us. No, not because we are cold. It keeps the bugs away. Whew...if that's true, I would hate to see how many bugs would be up there without a fire! 
The ever tidy Princess #2, has been sweeping up and trying to help out in anyway that she can.
Princess #3? Well, she pretty much does this. She hangs out and colors, or stacks up leftover pieces of wood.  Actually this whole process has been really good for the kids. Think, nothing but wilderness for about 6 hours a day. No TV or Wii, just dirt and nature. They have had a nut cracking contest, nature walks, tree identifying, clubhouses made out of ferns etc. This is the imagination stuff that I have been trying to encourage at home. It's just too hard when they have so many options. Out here...they have to make stuff up and pretend, and I love that!
The cabin is going to have a loft, which will be the bedroom. Dad and I built the trusses on the ground, and were then stuck with the problem of how to get them up on the second story by our self?? We tried really hard, but after we both just about took a nose dive over the rail, we called for back up. Sweet Man was at a testing facility taking an exam for college, so my brother-in-law graciously came to help us, until Sweet Man could come.
We ended up getting seven up that evening, and it really feels like it is coming together.
The picnic shelter is the one wrapped in plastic, and the chimney and fireplace divide the cabin from it. I am hoping we can have thanksgiving dinner up here this year. Wouldn't that be awesome?! A big fire roaring, heating up some of our dishes of home made food. And perhaps there will even be a few rocking chairs on that porch. Yes, that sounds nice. We might finally be able to sit and chat till the sun goes down about how thankful we are for all the Lord has done for this family.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

What the pictures don't tell you

There are so many neat magazines and blogs out there, depicting farm life. The pictures are beautiful, and show scenes of weed free gardens, and groomed well behaved animals. Lately there seems to be a huge interest in people wanting to take their families out of populated areas, and move farther out and enjoy farm life. I often wonder if it is because of those awesome pictures?

But pictures never tell the whole story. They don't tell of families investing every last dime, to dig a well. They don't tell of that well, being described as a dry hole and not even worth trying to use. "Four gallons an hour isn't supposed to produce enough water for three people"... the well driller said. Sweet Man and I looked at each other and said, "Well...it will have to!" Eight years later, and this dry well does not produce as much as we would like, but it has done well to provide enough for not only three people, but five.

Pictures don't tell all of the lovely adventures of septic systems, or the fearsome Health Department. Once you get on their radar, they just don't like to leave you alone. They love to pop in at the most inconvenient time, and ask you to turn your faucets on full blast, to see if you have a leak in your line. Remember the above paragraph? You can bank on not having water for a couple of days after that! Or what about the time you have a friend over for the first time, and you decide it is perfect weather for porch sitting? This is when the Septic company, that you had to reinstate a contract with thanks to that Health Department, will show up to "stir" your "stuff" in your tank. And since that tank is super close to your porch,  let me just say, that is not appropriate for porch sitting!

Pictures don't tell of neighbor dogs who consistently visit, to snack on your livestock. Dogs that take off with a pair of shoes that you had saved up for, to buy your Sweet Man. Neighbors that apparently don't care that their animals are a nuisance. Or even your own dog, who decides to try and eat your dairy goat. Or a beagle who just couldn't help herself, and ended up eating a whole flock of baby chicks, the first night they were put outside in their "dog proof" house. This was especially hard since the girls raised them for 2 months in our laundry room.

Pictures don't tell of animals dying and being buried various places around the farm. We have several little mounds of dirt, that used to be thought of as family members.

Pictures don't tell of all the wild critters that are constantly testing you, and seeing just what you will let them get away with. We have had coyotes take out whole flocks of chickens/ducks, cats, and even tried eating that chicken loving beagle of ours. I think I scared the coyote to death though, running out on the porch in my underwear, armed with a flashlight, screaming and throwing things at it. It had that sweet little dog of ours, in its mouth! We joke about how useless that dog is, but I will not let it succumb to being dinner for something!

You won't see many pictures of my gardens in the summer. The main reason? I have a hard time finding it among the weeds. I am not much on weeding regularly. Between the animal care and preserving, I just can't find the time. I don't know how others keep theirs looking so nice, but at least I can find the food when it ripens!

Pictures don't tell of just how hard it is to prepare for winter. You spend tons of time getting your log pile ready, only to run out of wood and pretty much freeze for a couple months out of the year. I call this bonding time! You scoot a little closer on the couch and share a big ole' blanket, while reading good books. And you hope this year will be the one when you have cut enough wood!

Pictures don't tell of angry neighbors, who aren't really pleased that you are trying to have a homestead. They aren't so keen on the fact that you have animals that make noise, before their alarm clocks go off. They don't understand the fact of wanting to know where your food comes from, or how important it is to you to teach your children the "old ways" of doing things. "Why would you want to grow that, when you can get it at the store"...they ask. You use to try to explain it, but now you don't even try. 

Pictures don't tell of how much skill there really is to gardening, and it is hard to figure it all out. You pour through library books. You seek wiser farmers/gardeners that are willing to give advice, and hopefully you will have a better crop next year....for the deer to eat!

Pictures don't tell of just how often you think about giving up on this dream of yours. Of just trying to be normal and not worry about your food. Not think about all the JUNK that is put into it, or taken out of it. To not do the extra steps of homemade, home grown, or farm raised. You often wonder what it would be like to not spend several days a week cutting grass, and not really be able to tell. But you remember, you aren't normal, and you don't want to be normal just because it is easier. No, you have a vision and it burns inside you to try harder. To not give up!

There is good reason you won't find pictures about all that negative stuff. Because it is just a small part, and the good out ways the bad. I feel absolutely blessed every time I turn that faucet on...and water comes out! I am thankful for the fact that even though I don't know what I am doing half the time, I still have had a pretty good crop of food this year. There is something so great about knowing that you are warm or fed, because the Lord blessed you with so much earlier on in the year. I wouldn't trade this farm life for anything.
Pictures also don't tell of just how grand this lifestyle is! How rewarding and enjoyable it can be. They don't tell how much better and softer you bed will feel at the end of a full productive day! They don't tell of how you can really feel closer to God, as you hike through the woods, looking for escaped horses/goats/chickens. :-)