Hi, my name is Diana…I’ve been married to my dear husband, Mark, for over 21 years.  We have been blessed with four beautiful and precious children, who are now 19, 17, 14, and 11, and have just purchased our dream property consisting of a mid 19th-century farmhouse on almost 8 acres.  We’ve homeschooled all of them, and by God’s grace, have just graduated our second son, Nathaniel!

Currently, at this moment, I’m sitting by my grandfather’s bedside in his rehab facility.  He’s laid down for a bit as he’s had a busy morning already, and is exhausted.  He’s been showered, and I helped him to eat breakfast, and now I have been watching him sleep, in wonder at how quickly the time passes by.

As a child, my grandpop used to babysit me…not sure who’s bright idea that was, as he was known for being crazy.  He was always busy, running around to the several rental properties he owned, fixing them up or collecting rent, or just checking in and helping the people who he rented to.  He was known for assisting very low-income families, giving them a place to live, but going beyond that by providing them with free furniture that he would pick up here and there.  He would frequently be going around with the church van, to the mushroom factories where these families often worked, to drive them to church.  There I’d be, a tiny thing of three years old, tagging along on his various escapades…often in rough neighborhoods, sometimes around shady characters, but he would keep an eye on me.  He held my hand.  He braided my hair and urged me to finish my food as he thought I was too skinny.

This is what I was thinking on, as I spoon-fed his eggs, and wiped the chin of this wrinkled, craggy face, and answered for what seemed the hundredth time how many chickens we own.  “Twelve, Grandpop”, I respond to his smile. 😀 He loves chickens.  He’s always loved all animals, and would often raise them in the city, in their tiny, postage-stamp backyard, where it was prohibited and he was often fined for having them.  He didn’t seem to care…soon enough, to the disdain of my dear grandmother, he would bring home the next thing: a goat, chickens, a three-legged pig. 😀

Yes, the time does pass so quickly.

“God always sends somebody to take care of me”, he said to me the other day.  “Yes, He does, Grandpop.  God always takes care of you.”  And He has always taken care of me, too.

I’m looking forward to sharing on this blog as the good Lord allows, and getting to know many of you.  A blog post is such a tiny window…but I’m grateful for the opportunity to tell of God’s continued works of faithfulness in my life.  How He has blessed, maintained, and sustained me through so many things–the trials, the many failures–and how, I’m sure, He continues to sustain you, too.

Diana Vojtasek is a child of God, wife to dear husband, Mark, for over 21 years, and homeschooling mother to four precious children: Sophia (19), Nathaniel (17), Helena (14), and Clara (11). Diana has a passion for the Lord and has served with her husband in the music ministry at their church for the past ten years.  She loves hiking, camping with the family, and working on developing their hobby farm in Eastern Pennsylvania.  Having a burden for young wives and mothers, Diana has co-led a Bible study for young wives at their church for five years, served as homeschool mentor at their co-op, and continues to seek opportunities to encourage, while remaining keeper at home.