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Behold, He Comes

The video plays.  The tears come.  The ache deep within. Oh how I miss him.  I listen to the drums.  His style soft and enjoyable.  The song plays.  Behold He Comes.  He would come. He would take my first born. And He would come again and take my second born.  In the early hours of the morning.  He would come. My farmer and I talk. Sometimes we feel like we're just living, waiting for Christ to return. We're so done with being here. . . on this earth.  The pain excruciating. Everything feeling out of whack. Is this how all ... View Post

We Yield, He Works, We Rest

Do you stumble out of bed?  Is there a longing to pull the sheets over your head and wish the day would go away?  I do.  The desire to sink into quiet, no schedules, sleep past 5:30, rise to greet me.  I always feel the need to be moving.  I have to be accomplishing something.  Yet somehow I feel as if nothing is ever done.  I am just treading water.  I stare into the fog this morning wanting to roll over and just shut it all out.  I don't want to feel, or work through the day.  I have an early morning meeting, the kids school ... View Post

When Words Fail

For the first time in months. The words don't come.  For the past 312 days I have written every morning or evening. The words flow. Cathartic in their way. An outpouring of my soul.  The anguish of my heart worked through. But today the words don't come. It has been a hard few days. The missing great.  The coming to the close of another year. Reliving each of those events. Longing for the boy we celebrated. Knowing next year we will walk the  Senior road again. So many emotions vacillating. Thoughts in a jumble. Heart aching. There are new beginnings. Life is marching ... View Post

Even In the Storm. . . There Is A Promise

The rain falls. Heavy at times.  Keeping rhythm on the tin roof.  Drip. Drip. Drip.  The beat of a drum. Constant and steady. A sound I miss dreadfully.  The missing heavy.  Deep within; the longing.  I shut my eyes to listen.  To the sounds.  Grief sneaks up silently. Catches you unaware. It is all around. It is rent a Senior Day. How can it be a year? It seems like yesterday. So funny. So missed. There is no way around this pain. It hurts.  It stinks.  No matter how I try to shake off the pain. We step forward. Trusting, ... View Post

A Promise To Return

He's leaving.  It's only for  3 weeks. The same as he's been here.  But it's still a goodbye.  It's been great having him here. Our new farm worker.  It's been a relief.  I wonder though.  Will he really like it here? I think about his wife and kids. Such a culture shift.  But we are believers in the One true God.  Lovers of the King of Kings. There are no divisions. No separations.  We are all brothers and sisters in Christ.  When we are called according to His purposes, there are only yeses and Amens. 2 Corinthians ... View Post

What Bales, Prayer and Death Have Taught Me

The bales keep coming.  Load after load.  11 bales a wagon load.  Winter's feed.  Wrapped in a cocoon.  Prepared for winter.  These bales.  I wrote on these bales last year.  Prayers. Praise.  I love you Elijah. Bales I prayed over. Hopes for a plentiful winter.  Hopes for a smoother road.  A different pace from the walk of the death of my mom, flooding and bumpy financial issues.  That's not what happened.  3 days later, my son fell asleep at the wheel of our family car and met Jesus.  3 months later, ... View Post