How can this be Your purpose? I stare at your picture and I still wonder, how can it be? How can you be gone? I look at your lop sided smile and the ache reaches the core of my being. For a moment I have to catch my breath. All seems to spin wildly. I miss you my boy. I miss you deeply. You were so handsome. So much still to come. I wrestle daily with the missing. Choosing to step each moment in grace. Knowing that God is working his purpose. His purpose for good. Yes. Even this devastating tragedy. Even in this loss. God is working things together for ... View Post
No Stove, No Washer, No Problem
During the early part of the summer my stove stopped working. No stove. That's right. I woke up in the morning and my stove ceased working. I had paid extra for some frozen Mirabelle's croissants. We were going to indulge in the yummy treat! (You should try them! Soooo good) I opened the oven to check on the progress and I was horrified! I checked the temperature of the stove, I doubled checked. I could tell just from opening the oven door that something was amiss. Little did I know. I though this was judgement for the splurge on Mirabelle's croissants. I really didn't need ... View Post
I Love This Farm
I Love this Farm; and the Farmer who lives here. There is no place I'd rather be. The open fields, rushing waters, looming mountains, display the majesty of God beautifully. Here, I sense the very presence of God even when I feel far, far away. Psalm 19:1 The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Ephesians 6:18 And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for ... View Post
Thankful Even When it Hurts Day # 6 of Thankfulness
I walk room to room. Picking up. Putting away. The way of a mom. The things that never seem to make it to its home. Though, I confess, not everything has a home. Why do I not look at the task with joy? I pick up a jacket. I look. It is my first born sons. I hold it. I breathe in deep; searching for him. This is so unfair. I can't make sense of this loss. Today another mom buries her son. The victim of an angry fight. My heart aches for this mom I have never met. I hug the jacket close. The girls come in from the barn and I am drawn into the here and now. Their laughter ... View Post
I Don’t Fear the Quiet. . . . Day #5 of Thankfulness
All the kids were out. I turned on the fire. I sat. In the quiet. There was a time the quiet haunted me. Memories flooding. Ripping my soul. Tonight. The quiet; a reprieve from the days activities. We had a spontaneous lunch gathering around the farmhouse table. Folks helping out with repairs and other chores came to find nourishment on this brisk day. There is much on my heart and mind these days. The state of our country. Elections. Our regular scheduled trip to Haiti. I sit in the silence. How often Jesus withdrew to the quiet. Luke 5:16 But Jesus often withdrew to ... View Post
Rich Laughter at 3 a.m. Day #2 of Thankfulness
It's 3 a.m. The early morning sky brilliant. There is still a hush over the farmhouse as the youngest farm girls make their way down the stairs. One lingers at the coffee maker. So, like her mom. My farmer meets them at the door. Their day has begun. Together they will make memories, milk cows, and measure time in groups. Gratitude pours over my being. Gifts of daughters and their dad. A bond so rich and full. There are laughter and smiles. Stories to tell as they make their way in for breakfast. Hunger gnawing at their insides. The smell of bacon and potatoes ... View Post
