I wake to a head ache.
The dull, throbbing kind.
It’s time for milking.
My farmer brings me an Advil.
I fall back to sleep.
When I wake again it is to moon beams streaming into the room.
I glance out the window.
The view breath taking.
The moon; full, bright.
I lay there for a moment.
Those first few moments of waking are always difficult.
I purposefully change my thoughts.
2 Corinthians 10:5
We demolish arguments
and every pretension that sets itself up against
the knowledge of God,
and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.
I reach for truth.
The promises given.
The hope available.
The moon beckons.
I step out of bed.
It’s freezing cold.
I quickly head to the kitchen.
The smell of coffee permeates the air.
I turn on the stove.
It is just as cold out here.
I continue to shift my perspective.
My friends this is work.
It is hard.
It can be done.
Moment by moment.
The warmth of the fire begins to break through the chill.
Chickens need to be fed.
We need to get ready to leave.
It’s time for the college girl to continue her studies.
Oh, how I have enjoyed her home.
Her infectious laugh.
The feisty personality.
This part of parenting is the hardest part for me.
I want all my chicks in the nest.
I love them here.
Each one part of the fabric that makes this family who they are.
Time changes those moments, though.
What once was,
is no more but a memory.
The here, is now.
And what is to be, is not yet;
full of hope and wonder.
It is these things that propel my walk today.
What once was a trip to Haiti,
is now forming and shaping the what is to be.
These are the thoughts I cling to as we prepare to head out the door.
There is a plan, set in motion before the dawn of time.
We are a people not without hope.
Each day a journey guided by the Master.
Clinging to the Ancient Word.
I don’t have this.
I am too broken and unstable to “have this”.
But God does.
As the day begins to dawn I am almost ready.
I warm my clothes by the fire.
I reach for more than grief.
I cultivate a heart aligned with the One who longs to guide my steps.
It’s time to start the car.
More than 8 hours with my farmer.
Such a rare and beautiful gift.
Part of that with the college girl.
It will be a treat.
Time together always is.
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens: