Sometimes I want to be anywhere, but here. I long for the days. . .before the accident. . . Times before death and cancer became constant companions. When life, though difficult at times, was full. The journey deep with joy and gratitude for these children and the journey we were on. That life gone now. Because we will never be the same. Ever. I can never wake up again without feeling that something is missing. Some days the missing is so hard. It threatens to overwhelm. I close my eyes. I picture Elijah, I long to see him and ... View Post
What Seemed So Insignificant
I finger the berries. Frozen berries with the words, picked July 30, written on the bag. The day of Elijah's wake. I remember the man walking in and bringing them. A stranger. Drawn in. Knowing the tragedy. Wanting to help. He looked around. He saw what was left of a red headed, well loved boy; his life laid out in piles in the parlor of those who have gone before him. Memories, pictures, graduation hat and gown. A life interrupted suddenly He handed me the berries. He left. I finger those berries and I make a smoothie ... View Post
We Press On, In Jesus Name
It's the moment just before I wake. Just before my eyes open that it all weighs down. The magnitude of loss, the reality of cancer, finances hanging in the balance. It is in those same moments that the battle for the day wages. My whole being wants to burrow down in; refuse to go on. How can I? When all I have known is changed. All that I was created to be has been ripped from me. The day to day has changed for ever and the future for one, decided. A mommy shouldn't have to bury their child. It is ... View Post
What Really Matters Anyway?
January 11, 2021 I wrote this 7 years ago. I have reposted this today. The grief still stays. It changes. The longing to see my son is still so raw. Yet, my treasure still rests in heaven. I hope you're encouraged by these words. I pray that no matter what your days holds, that you know, "What Really Matters, Anyway?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- January 11, 2014 You didn't' store up treasure here on this earth. You weren't here long enough. The things of this ... View Post
I Can’t Grow A Garden, But I Can Plant My Feet Firmly On Solid Ground
My feet are planted firmly on the ground. It's about the only thing I plant. A farmer's wife that can not grow a garden. Can you believe it? It's true. It's the ugly truth. There is nothing green, or any other color, for that matter, that prospers under my thumb. I am more interested in cultivating souls. Cultivating ground that yields to our Savior. Soft earth willing to accept life in Christ. Or the hard packed earth, where trouble and pain have made joy almost obsolete. This is the ground in which I want to plant seeds. Seeds that sow eternal life, grace and peace for the ... View Post
Those Ancient Words. . . Aren’t Really So Ancient
We sit huddled at the farmhouse table. Each morning before we head off for the day those large farmer hands take the Ancient Words and breathe life into this family. It is not always holy. It is sometimes horror. With me dissolving into laughter over someones antics and receiving a glaring look from the farmer or the eldest son, now deep in the earth. But this morning we are huddled together because those carefree days seem like an eternity away. The eldest son called home. The farmer battling the wages of cancer. And we as a family ... View Post
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