Milk prices are at an all time low. There is much talk about dairy not being able to rebound. Farms are going out of business at an alarming rate. It is not easy being a small business. Folks say they support small businesses yet, their actions show otherwise. Legal hoops, Environmental and Conservation practices, while we support most of them, often hurt us. What does God require from us? We spin around and around as to how to cut back. How can we reduce expenses? We're still so far behind in chores and repairs to be done. We wonder how long do we come to the table and have this ... View Post
30 Days of Thankfulness, Day #1, Start Somewhere
30 days of Thankfulness. The air was crisp and the sky so clear. A beautiful fall evening. We walked to see the Pumpkin Glow. For more than 25 years our neighbors have lovingly grown a sea of pumpkins. They carve and display them the night before and of Halloween. Neighbors come out, folks from all over walk to see the sight. It is the start of the season of gratitude. Gratitude- the quality of being thankful; readiness to show appreciation for and to return kindness. "The quality of being thankful." "Gratitude turns what we have, into enough." The practice of gratitude helps us ... View Post
My Friend, Years From Now
I awoke early that morning. A content, exciting feeling washing over me. I was marrying my friend. It was a good thing too. Our journey would take us through many hills and valleys. Uncharted territory. Christ as our compass. Joined together. Friends. Just a month before he had proposed in a horse barn at the Tunbridge Fair. He asked if I would spend a life time being friends? We would taste bitterness and disappointment. Child birth and child death. 'Til death do you part passed beneath our doors. For richer has not knocked too often. . . poorer has been a constant ... View Post
Having Eyes to See
5 years, And now. 6 birthdays. He would be 23 this year. I still don't know what to do on the day. I still don't know how to live this life and reconcile the death of my child. So, I write. Streams of consciousness. A desire to wrestle through the ache and the pain. Elijah Todd Davis. September 2, 1995- July 28, 2013 You made me a mom. I marveled at your red hair. At 9.1 oz, 22 inches you were more baby, than new born. After the loss of our first baby, you were a healing balm. My arms were full. My heart grateful. I remember those first days. The change of seasons. Crisp ... View Post
This Is The Only Thing I Know To Do
There are teens in the house. Some sitting at the table. Some have gathered in the music room and rich harmonies flow. The house seems alive. The presence of God full in this place. My heart count down the days. Moment by moment. I try to push it aside. I try to distract myself. But it' there. It looms. The 5th Anniversary of Elijah's home going. I still can't believe it. I often still feel like it's a dream. My boy. My red headed, just graduated, complex, fiery tempered, blue eyed first born. He's gone. Torn from me without warning. And here I am. Still counting ... View Post
One Month
One month from today. The pitter-patter of rain on the tin, porch roof greets me. I walk from our bedroom and stand in the door way. Soon the coffee pot joins the cadence with its perking. I breathe in the fresh scent of rain. Vermont is so beautiful. We need rain. Just not too much. It's been 5 years since we had too much rain and roads washed out and a whole summer began that washed away so much of my life. It's June 28. I had one month left with my beloved red head, farm boy and I didn't know it. One month. He'd graduated from High School, had the opportunity to go on a ... View Post
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