I multi task. I used to do that much better. Now. I am often distracted. Yet, here I am. Sauteing the Garlic and onions. They sizzle and pop. I stir another pot filled with savory chicken and rice soup. The kitchen warmth radiates on this cold morning. The day is expected to get warmer. A break from the brutal wind and harsh cold of this winter. We're knee deep in taxes. The farmhouse table oozing with files and statements. I dislike this month. Even though it is the shortest. For some reason it seems to crawl at a snails pace. Winter clutches with vengeance. The sun remains ... View Post
The Daily Grind
The Daily Grind. The same. Yet different. The alarm goes off. I snuggle closer to my farmer. These days have been so long and hard. Winters grip is tight. Wood is not burning. I lay my hands on my farmers shoulder as he awakes and silently pray that all he touches today will have success. He rises without a sound. His day has begun. It's 3:15 am. Before he heads to the barn he will make my coffee and bow his knee to the Giver of Life. He will check the boiler here to make sure the fire is going strong. Then and only then will he head to the barn. Once there the daily ... View Post
Just For A Moment
Just for a moment I am alone. I play one of my favorite cd's. It is quiet. And just for a moment I let my self remember. For a moment I am a mom of 6 again. Just for a moment. I let the tears fall as the quiet permeates my soul. These days have been so full. Teens laughing and filling our farmhouse table as our German daughter prepares to head back to her home country. College students home and visiting and it's been wonderful. But just for a moment they're all out. I cry the tears that have been on the surface for weeks. They fall Hot. Wet. This ebbing forward of ... View Post
One Day
She sits beside me. We bow our heads. This German daughter of mine. We say the Lord's Prayer. "Our Father. . ." She prays in German. My heart. One day. . . Every knee should bow and tongue confess. One day the language will all be the same. No more barriers. Philippians 2:11 And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. No tears. No heartache. One day. I long for that day. My soul grows weary with the ache around us. Children dying. Trade Wars. Border issues. Marriage Covenants broken. Hurt. Ache. I can not ... View Post
Happy Birthday! And Just Like That, She’s 16!
Happy Birthday, dancer girl!!!And just like that, she's 16. I am not sure where the time went or how we got here. But here we are. Our beautiful Christmas baby. Born when things were different. When death and cancer had not knocked on our door. A time when I spent waiting. Breathing in deep promises of what was to come. Moments of sitting and pondering. Heavy with child. The holiness of the season. Anticipation. Reflection. I resonated with these words Mary proclaimed. Luke 1:46 And Mary said: “My soul glorifies the Lord47 and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, What ... View Post
Even If. . . .
Even if. . . Those words. It's how she strings them together with other words that pierces my heart. Even if, the answer isn't what I long for. Even if. . . I know the even if. . . Even if my son is killed in the middle of the night on a lonely, dark road. . . Even if my farmer gets cancer. . . Even if our barns blow down. . . Even if. . . God is still good. Do you know the Even if. . . too? Does your heart long for that which it may never have? Are there the cries of your heart that remain unanswered. Even if. . . can you still praise him? Even if. . . can you still ... View Post
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