33 times the bell tolls. One for each year of Jesus' life. We sit in silence; in the dark. A candle extinguished after each reading. Until... We sit in darkness. The old church sighs with the years of reverence. I want to sit here longer. To linger. Many begin their pilgrimage to the doors. The lights come on. I want to sit in the dark a little longer. I want to feel and remember. Jesus. What he did for me. I wrestle with my thoughts. Why did he give all. . . for a retch like me? My soul yearns for this holiness; these moments of quiet reflection. My life races each ... View Post
He Rises Before Dawn
He rises before dawn. He does a days work before most of our eyes flutter open to greet the day. My farmer. Other's needs are always before his own. There are no sick days. Vacation days are far and few between. He perseveres; With a strength and resolve I admire. He's not perfect. No one is. He loves His God. He loves His Country. He loves His family. It's his birthday today. I praise God for the day he was born and the way he was raised. He's longing to slow down. A desire to read and play on the floor with his grandchildren. He longs for hikes and ... View Post
Snow! That White Stuff.
Snow! Lots of it too. Heavy, wet, white. A wonderland. The perfect back drop for Vermont's Maple Weekend! Sugar on Snow. A long walk to the Sugar House. Quintessential Vermont. Along with the beauty, this storm also brings much extra work. The mud, from the previous weeks thaw combined with the snow, leaves ruts and a disaster. Plowing is a muddy, rutty and just plain mess. My farmer spends hours plowing the barn driveway, then our drive way. We have Guests arriving to our Davis Farm Guest House , so that driveway needs work. I begin to make a soup. Ground sausage, onions ... View Post
A reminder. . . Just Because
I needed a reminder today. A reminder to trust and rest, because sometimes the moments are all ok, and sometimes they are not. . . They hurt and it feels like there's no place to go with that hurt. People don't want to hear it. It's been years, so one should be over it. But honestly. . . there's no 'getting over' the loss of your child. And there it is. The pain rears. The struggles around the farm weigh down. . . I run to the only place that brings me strength. Straight to the solid ground. Straight to the Ancient Word. And then I read this from March 12, 2013 and I remember, to trust the ... View Post
We Have to be Careful of the Ice
The sun has been shining for a few days now! It's been glorious. The first few days it was so cold; the sunshine deceiving. Then, the sunshine brought warmth. The temperature hovered above freezing. Just barely. The sunshine began ever so slightly to melt the snow. A beautiful sound. Water dripping from the roof. But it's not over. Winter still has a grip. The temperature drops and all the melting becomes ice. . . again. We have to be careful of the ice. It lurks often right beneath the freshly fallen snow. Masked by the white. Deceived. There are so many things in our ... View Post
I Am Puzzled By The Obvious
I'm puzzled by the obvious. We travel down a snow covered dirt road. 5 miles to be exact. Rural. The landscape is beautiful. A virtual white pallet. Open land where ever you look. Remote. Yet we're on a mission. We have a destination. A Brewery. In the middle of nowhere. And much to my surprise. we come to a knoll and there before us is a sea of cars. A gentleman is directing traffic. Yes, this brewery has doubled the size of the town's population at their establishment. The view is breathtaking. I don't drink beer, so there is nothing to impress me there. Except. . . The ... View Post
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