I must confess, in the mornings when I wake. . . you're the first thing I think about. Sometimes even before I give the day over to Lord; you're the first thing on my mind. Years of cultivating a habit of first thoughts to the Lord. . .now changed. Mostly the thoughts are combined. Stepping into Praise before my feet hit the floor. Grief. Wrapped in a package with a bow that threatens to choke out my faith. A journey each day that takes effort. Much effort. A struggle. How do I praise the Lord when my heart ... View Post
Stepping Through The Plan I Do Not Understand
I will go to the funeral of a dear friend today. It is also the 19th month Anniversary of our sons home going. With many of the same people, we will celebrate the life of one lived so very well. Through song and prayer we will lift our voices to the heavens. We will remember. Why does the pain of this life become overwhelming? I feel some days that grief is all I know. As my dad succumbs to the memory thief and we need to make decisions about his care my heart feels so weighted. This life ... View Post
Peanut Butter Pie
Peanut Butter Pie. Sometimes it's what we need. A little baking. A plan. Some sunshine. Sometimes, life is not what we expected We can not give in to the despair and sadness. It fights to pull us under. Threatens to undermine our joy. So, make a pie. Spread some sunshine. Do one thing you know you should. And above all else. Give thanks. Psalm 107:1 Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever. Our hope is not in the temporal things of ... View Post
The Glory Moment
I have it all wrong. See, when the list is so long. And the hours in the day not making it. I stress. I lash out. I want to hurry up so I can sit down. I quickly click off the task to be able to get to something else. While all the while the task at hand many be the very glory moment I need to be in. On my knees scrubbing the toilet bowl. (Yes, this is true) Or running out the door to bring a text book to the daughter who forgot. Or crying as I can't get to the grave of my son because they don't plow. What if those moments ... View Post
Don’t We All Just Want To Be Loved? (re-posting thoughts)
My farmer walks stronger these days. Healing so apparent. Mischievous, blue eyes have their twinkle. Good news this week about clear scans and the port removal. And I am reminded again of the deep love of Christ. The love He intended within the confines of marriage; the joy of sex over the years in a healthy marriage. With the release of the movie, "Fifty Shades of Grey" my stomach turns at the perversity. Here are my thoughts on love from last year. May God always be your first love. And may you find someone that helps to cultivate that relationship. My Youth Pastor spoke ... View Post
Lessons Learned While Baking Bread
What do you do when the temperatures plummet? When there are no eggs or cereal for breakfast. When the Oatmeal won't feed 6? When the dollar you need to stretch can't go any further? When the great niece is there at 6 a.m? You pull those farm memories to life. You close your eyes and think of warm bread baking. You remember the strong arms of your mother in law. The sweet grace baked into each bite. And the healing art of kneading bread. Moment by moment working the yeast through. Lessons learned while baking bread. So I ... View Post
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