The changes keep coming. I want time to breathe deep. To surrender all the pain. To reconcile the new. There's no time. One after the other they have come. Changes. Our parents home has sold. The closing in the next few days. I remember my mom sitting on her screened in porch. Reading. She loved that porch. A new family will take ownership. They will create their own memories. They will decorate and plant plants. They will store items in the shed my dad built. The gathering place. Changed. I honestly don't know what to feel. It will be 5 years since this whirl wind ... View Post
Rain, Rain, Go Away!
The rain! The gloom. It's been our constant companion! A random day of sunshine here or there. It's cold, damp and down right depressing. Discouraging. I watch my farmer push through. I do the complaining. I do the whining. He just works. Steady. Reliable. Through whatever comes his way. This rain doesn't seem to rock him. He's tired. He's weary. But he doesn't stop. The cows get milked. He lets the wee ones run with their mama's. Despite the mud everywhere the young ladies still find time to huddle. What are they up to? Plotting to take out the nearest fence, most ... View Post
Strangers; Now Friends
Through this journey there have been blessings that words can not express. So many have reached out in different ways. We have become connected with strangers. A common thread; loss. A stranger reaching out in obedience, just to say they are praying. Grace. One of those strangers, now friends, came to visit. Visiting here because of a deep loss of her own, she took the time to see me. Her journey fraught with pain and loss of what she thought her life may be. Yet, always reaching out with encouragement to my hurting soul. She graced the farm with her presence. She came to see this ... View Post
23 And Counting
23 years and counting. I love him just as much as I did back then. Different though. It was a story book wedding. I'd do it all over again. So much fun. Such a beautiful day. Look at the Farm Niece and the Oldest Farm girl! This year we're getting ready for Haiti. So much to do in precious little time. This is what love is. Going to a Nation in need. Heeding the call. Loving the other for their heart to go. We've walked through fire. We're still grieving the deep loss of our son. We're still believing that cancer is at bay. We're learning to dance to a different ... View Post
The Boys
The farm boy; my only boy. I used to say boys. A moment; forever changed. My brothers, always called "the boys." Mom's words echo; "have you talked to the boys?" Grown men with families. The boys. Naturally I began to call my sons; the boys. I loved calling them that. I loved having 2 boys. They fought. Tousling. Angry. Dominance. Fists clenched. War. Strength. Awful. Until. Maturity. Alliance. Friendship. Early on it was as cohorts against ... View Post
Celebrating my Farmer
He hangs yellow ribbons. This farmer of mine. He texts the college girl on her way home. She's on a bus headed our way. "He'll tie a yellow ribbon round the Old Oak Tree." She needs to look up the lyrics. You tube will show her what her parents have neglected. We pull into the driveway. There are yellow ribbons. I wonder at it. Had I missed these before I left. She gradually unfolds the story. I marvel at the gesture. Yellow ribbons and a song to welcome his daughter home. His quiet ... View Post
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