The lawn's been raked. The bark mulch will arrive soon. We're airing out the Winter. Welcoming Spring! The Davis Farm Guest House is getting ready to welcome Guests! Graduations, weddings, family gatherings, all happening here. Memories being made. Do you have your summer vacation plans ready? We still have some open dates. Consider spending, a weekend, a few days or a week here on the Davis Farm. With many activities on the Farm, plus the surrounding areas it is sure to be a great time for all. Create your own meals; purchase farm fresh eggs and milk right here on the ... View Post
Commencement
They're graduating. All those Seniors. The ones that grew up together. The ones that gathered at the grave of a 17 year old. Their friend. They're moving on. Commencement. Some to careers. Some to more schooling. But they're moving on. And our son is not. His life; gone. In a moment. This time, a reminder of that ceasing. I feel the pull of the despair. I sense the ache below the surface. Yet. The Facebook posts of gatherings and graduations also spark deep love. An excitement for these young people. We raise our children with the hope that they will become ... View Post
Can We Have Differences But Not Take Sides? Day #10 of Thankfulness
I thought it would stop. All the negativity. It hasn't. The name calling; by the very people who wish to not be called names. I don't, and can't understand the mentality. We are more than this. My parents taught me, "If you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say it at all." That practice seems to be only pertinent when your candidate wins office. I long for unity. I long for no name calling; on either side. I long for there not to be sides. Differences. Yes. They challenge us; teach us. But no sides. We can learn from each other. No matter how different. There is ... View Post
You Can Go – You Can Even Go, by Staying
It's raining. It's lightening. Folks are huddled under sheets of tin. Already bashed from the effects of Hurricane Matthew; they are weary. What can you do? I sense it in my farmers voice. I read between the lines in his texts. There's so much devastation. People are on the side of the road hollering for food. Trucks are being stopped and raided to take the food. There are road blocks. A broken people, in a broken nation; hurting. And even going seems like it's not enough. Why do the battered and broken keep receiving the blows? What should our response be? My farmer and ... View Post
Living Life
A busy day. Nothing new; except the feeling. All day. Something. Not right. The Cast Party. Families. Dancers. Food. Decorating. Arabian Nights. Alladin. So much to do. Purposefully stepping one foot in front of the other. Work. Grief. Talk truth. Verse after verse. To my weary heart. Jeremiah 31:3 The LORD appeared to us in the past, saying: "I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness. It ... View Post
Encouragement on This Holiest of Nights
On the Holiest night of the year, I was given a gift. The child within moved. In the hospital room at 11:48 on Christmas Eve 2002, a child was brought forth. Christiana Shirley Davis. A little over a year after her namesake met Jesus. A Grammie she would never know. Yet, as she grew she would tell us she knew her. And I wonder if deep down her soul did know her? That before the Lord of the Universe sent her to us, Grammie Shirley didn't reach down and kiss that sweet angelic face and whisper words of encouragement. Because ... View Post
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