our food storage/ emergency preparedness!!!

What I did and how I spend so little!!!

What I bought...... at WINCO!!! it's amazing!!

4 bags pasta
4 boxes baking soda
1 large can baking powder
1 large can cornstarch
1 large can oats
4 cans black beans
4 cans chick peas
12 cans peas
12 cans green beans
12 cans tuna
2 boxes cake
2 large 5 gallon food safe buckets with gasket lids
30 lbs rice
3 10 lb bags flour
oil- large
2 jars of chicken bullion
5 lbs sugar
and some cereal and bread and other things for food for right now
and I only spent.... $89.00

Then at the dollar store I got:
aspirin, tylenol, ibuprofen
bandaids
gauze pads
a thermometer
10 razors
2 deodorant
1 50ft poly rope
50 alchohol prep pads
hydrogen peroxide
rubbing alchohol
1 4 pkg toilet paper
creams for wounds
2 ace bandages

I am putting all of these plus some other supplies I already had in my backpack
We are storing everything under the bunk beds so there is easy access and not everything is in the kitchen- 2 reasons, there isn't enough space and what if there was a fire in the kitchen? or the room? that way we can have a back up system
we also have a first aid kit in each car

I had a dream a few nights ago that there was a major disaster and we had no food and no emergency supplies, it was awful! I woke up all afraid! so then I went and got prepared!

My goal is to spend $100 each month to add to our food storage/ emergency preparedness-
each trip to the store I buy 2 water jugs, and 4 more cans of food
next month I need to buy 2 tarps and 2 emergency blankets

when we have foster children my goal is to have enough food and supplies to tend to their needs in an event of an emergency! if you have any one you know who would like a service project, we an always use childrens blankets, books and clothes for them!

Now you know

It comes on slowly,

like falling asleep.

I sit and wait,

then it slowly creeps

in orange rolling heat, like a

red hot ocean wave,

spreading and lapping against the

deepest places and

slamming

against the bones.

 

Gnawing, biting, lashing, chasing any

hope of peace or relief

away.

Then slowly yet suddenly

it somehow gets worse.

All breath is gone,

all explanation or reason is

 lost

and there you face it,

dead on, but you never

conquer it.

 

The red hot flare freezes every fiber,

and engulfs you in ice,

where you remain frozen with a

despair so deep, it's

concrete.

and you know you will never escape its

scratching jaws.

The inside bleeding to relieve the

heat,

yet even then it comes, more waves of

icy heat

lapping against the soft places and slamming

into the bones.

 

Yelling, screaming, each cell

fights,

yet the best way for the whole to survive

is utter, deadly silence.

I face it head on and prepare myself for the

increase

and pray and scream out to the

Lord

to help me through.

 

I know He is with me,

holding me up,

calming my mind to

handle

the next one, and the next one

and the one after that.

And when I know He is

there

I begin to fold, and fear

I can't continue, but still the

rage comes, sharply, stinging

constantly

reminding me that I am 

here, now.

 

Yet threatening to end my utter

existence

with the severity of the

orange, red, blackness

eating away.

It laps at the soft places,

tears a hole to form a nasty

oozing tumor to join

 its hundred other brothers

planting their battle tents,

riding the wave to bite

and slice

and destroy more and eat away

whats left.

 

And still I can't breathe, and the

severity is so great the

orange has heated to a burning

black, fierce with rage. I keep praying for the

unconsciousness to come,

but somehow mt body is too

strong.

and so I suffer the blackness,

wide awake,

eyes bulging yet seeing

nothing.

 

The waves slap and thrash

coming, never ceasing,

never the promise of low tide.

The blackness takes over,

and I cling to

Him

and ride the waves with

blind fear, and stalwart

faith.

And somehow I'm still breathing and still

dying.

and the orange black lava keeps

melting, enveloping, pouring

over into my soul, and the

seed is nourished by the black

rot.

 

This is my pain.