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Hope, Where Do You FInd It?. . . .Day #3 of Thankfulness

I love to hear the rain on the tin roof.  There is something so soothing. I have fond memories of sitting with Chelsea on the porch.  Reading stories, listening to the summer storms. One night, when she was little, we slept outside, on the porch.  It was so much fun. It was so cold in the morning. Her daddy had headed to the barn,  so it was just the two of us to keep warm. All the kids love the rain on the roof.  When I was pregnant with Eleanor; Gary, Elijah and Cedric carried the TV and VCR up to the hay mow and we watched a movie up there. This was ... View Post

Now He Has Perfect Sight. . . Day #2 of Thankfulness

I climb into bed.  I am so tired.  My spirit is deflated. The house is a mess.  There is food on the counter. The floors have not been mopped in 3 months.  There really is not a counter or table top that is not covered in clutter.  My mind is cluttered.   I know it.  I can feel it.  I have shifted my gaze. It is easy to do; when things get tough. When it's hard to breathe; we tighten our grip.  We tense.  And in those moments,  I have taken my eyes off the One who  is the only source of strength I ... View Post

30 days of Thankfulness

The Halloween festivities are over. The candy hidden away from other siblings. Clarissa is still out.  I climb the stairs to kiss the girls goodnight. I linger at his door. I look around. How does it come to this? How can I be left to carry on? Oh how I miss him. My child, my son. I gaze at his airsoft guns. The clothes still not put away. His motorcycle jacket and helmet. The ache remains embedded in my heart. I think of all the mom's whose children have gone before them. I can hardly pray. It is more a groan.I turn and walk down the hall to ... View Post

Waiting. . .How Well Do We Do It?

It is 6:00 a.m when we leave the house. It is still dark. I pray while we drive. Trying to calm the churning. I stare at the wall behind the bed. It is a familiar wall. They must be similar in each place. I hold Gary's hand. I close my eyes, I see the wall behind mom's bed. All the tubes and machines. I am holding her hand. Much smaller than my farmers. A beautiful hand with long nails, that even as life slipped away, she had manicured. Always on her own. Very few professional manicures in her life. I linger in the memories for a moment. But they are still ... View Post

Pumpkins. . . They Can Leave You Undone. . .

Pumpkins. Who knew?  Who knew pumpkins would drive me to my knees.  I tell my friend that once again I am not in the running for mother of the year.  We did not grow pumpkins this year.  Nor have I bought any.  We were headed to get some last Thursday.  Some apples too.  But instead we got a call to go and welcome baby Lilah. So, no pumpkins. Just a wee little pumpkin seed to hold. I move through the day making chicken and biscuits with  mashed potatoes for more than 20 people. It is my last night to host the Youth Bible ... View Post

How Do You Really Get Warm?

I wake.  The fog not so thick anymore. It is cold. Gary leaves at 3 and I miss his warmth.  I quickly step out of the bedroom.  It is warm. So very warm.  I am struck by the grace it took for me to be warm.  The community that came alongside.  Matthew 25:40 Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these  brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me The equipment, time and effort. A gift I am so thankful for.  And this shed is overflowing now.  And so is the one at the barn. And I am ... View Post