We have another permitted driver in the house. The boy who struggles in school, scored 100% on the test. A better score than all 3 of his older siblings. Driving is natural for him. He drove a standard home from the test. He's been at it since he was small. So much like his father. I think there will be a little lady just like him. Like the ladies before her. They start them young on the farm. Proverbs 22:6 Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not ... View Post
A Gift, We Hope, Will Keep On Giving
I walk into the auditorium. They are setting up for Honors Night. I feel the weight of grief. I stagger against the emotion. This is so hard. Each event tormenting in some way. I hand them the envelope. An envelope filled with a portion of a communities' generosity. It's been a year since we watched our red headed boy walk across the stage and receive the Music Department Award. He wasn't going to college. So there were no scholarships. He was going to serve His country. Now he resides with the King of Kings. In ... View Post
The Child Who Has Taught Me All About Timing, Is 15 Today
I wake with a start. The pressure strange. I struggle to my feet. The waters of life stir. It's time. I call the hospital. I call my mother in law. My farmer wakes as the alarm rings. His normal waking hour. I let him know it's time. This child already in tune with the milking schedule. With 3 sleeping children in the house, we head toward life. It is quick. We barely make it to the hospital before the final pushes. Fast and furious. He arrives. A surprise. We always ... View Post
We Can Only Change the Future
She posts this picture. It's her Anniversary. The tears just flow. I can't recall ever seeing this picture. This dear friend left for adventures and excitement out of New England soon after her wedding. Oh how life was back then. 24 years ago. It wasn't perfect. But there is an ache. For the way things used to be. For my son. For my mom and dad. For my friend; the miles that separate us. I was so honored to be her maid of honor. How I adored her. She was beautiful; her spirit soft and gentle. Kind. She wasn't rough around the ... View Post
Turning Monday Around
I start complaining before I open my eyes. The birds are so loud. My shoulder hurts. It's burning. I need Advil. I need coffee. I need the Ancient Word. But that means I have to get up. I am so bone weary tired. I need coffee; (I think I have already mentioned that) which I didn't prepare like I usually do. Because I was so tired. I just want to sleep in; have no agenda for the day. No cows, calves to feed, milking, haying, laundry, book work, rides, school, schedules. I roll over. I usually wake ... View Post
The Farm Boy Left Behind
He loves to be out doors. Always has. He'd cry when the farmer was heading out. We'd strategize how long he could stay outside. When his nap should be. Often it was taken with a grease rag pillow; somewhere in the tractor. Wanting to be with his father. Longing to be close to the earth. Now he races tracks on this land. He tills and toils and lifts and creates, Jumps and turns. It exhausts him. He pushes his muscles and expends the relentless energy. So committed. Yet, still so ... View Post
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