It's happened. Days without the humidity! Hot coffee. Cooler weather. Sunshine. A light breeze. Oh my. Coffee tastes so good in this weather. I notice the trees. I straighten the porch swing. Maybe a few days without rain will keep it dry enough to be able to swing. Someday we'll replace the tin roof that leaks. Someday. For now. I will just cherish this stretch of cooler weather. I will sip my Hot Coffee and breathe. Hay is down. We're so short on hay. It's been a horrible year for us. I'm not stepping into fear. I don't know what the future holds; but I know who ... View Post
It’s Been Called A Sufferfest.
It is easy to get discouraged in the journey of life; a sufferfest, to use a word I read the other day. Money, time, relationships can all be a drain. Sometimes the hits come repeatedly and you find yourself barely hanging on. You cry out to the Lord. You reach out to friends. You watch the sunset. You work to restore your aching soul. Grief continues to be like that; an ebb and flow in a sea of life. Unpredictable. Some days the memories bring great joy and comfort. Other days the memories are a haunting reminder of what has been lost. These past few weeks have been that roller ... View Post
Where Do We Go From Here? Elijah Todd Davis Memorial Fundraiser
We started a Fundraiser 4 years ago to honor our son. This year we will gather for the 4th Elijah Todd Davis Memorial Fundraiser. To date we have honored 5 students with a $1,000 Scholarship. We've taken our grief and worked to make a difference in others lives. On August 12, 2017 we will welcome all of you to our space once again. Our oldest farm boy was in great physical shape when he was called home. He was training hard to be the best he could be for the United States Marine Corps. He was due to head to Boot Camp on September 2, 2013, His 18th birthday. An appointment he never ... View Post
That Farmer of Mine
I lean into that farmer of mine. The tears flow freely; the ache piercing. Its not fair I say. I don't like this plan. I want to cook for him, hear his voice, look into the deep blue eyes. I want to know how he is doing and dance at his wedding. I want to pick up his dirty clothes and fight with him. Fighting with him was like sparring. Engaging, mentally challenging and exhausting all at once. That dear farmer of mine wraps me tight in those long arms. He holds me while I release the pent up tears. Tears I have tried to not shed for months now. Feeling like I am a burden to ... View Post
The Last Day
The Last Day. . . I snapped this picture on July 27, 2013. The college girl and youngest farm boy were headed to a week of camp. That oldest farm boy leaned in the car window and hugged his brother. I captured the moment. Little did I know it would be a gift. It was the Last day those boys would see each other. A week later I returned to pick up those kids from camp. That youngest farm boy headed straight for the fields. His restless being and love for farming propelled him to jump right in. The oldest farm boy had gone off on a shoot with a friend and his dad. My farmer headed ... View Post
The God Who Sees Our Need, and Provides
He speaks of God's provision. Our Pastor. My mind drifts. (this is not uncommon) Abraham's willingness to listen; to do the hard things. Genesis 22 (Yes. The whole chapter. It is a nail biter) He brought his son. His beloved son to be sacrificed. His ONLY son. His prayed for son. Obedience. He didn't question God. Yet, when his son Isaac asked the question, "Hey, dad, where is the lamb for the sacrifice?" I am sure many things went flying through his thoughts. We don't know what those were. We only know what he said. "God, himself, will provide the lamb." God will provide ... View Post
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