I don't get up early to milk. As a matter of fact, my farmer prefers that I not be up at that hour. Really. I tried getting up with him and my father in law. I thought I would help. There came a time when they begged me not to help. I am one of those people that can not function with out sleep. Ask my college room mates. While everyone was gathering in the living room for LA Law. I was hopping into my nice, comfy bed. It is still my greatest desire all day; to head to bed. The earlier the better. There are some days that I bail. Yup. Bail on the day. Like, at 7:00. And I ... View Post
Thankful Even When it Hurts Day # 6 of Thankfulness
I walk room to room. Picking up. Putting away. The way of a mom. The things that never seem to make it to its home. Though, I confess, not everything has a home. Why do I not look at the task with joy? I pick up a jacket. I look. It is my first born sons. I hold it. I breathe in deep; searching for him. This is so unfair. I can't make sense of this loss. Today another mom buries her son. The victim of an angry fight. My heart aches for this mom I have never met. I hug the jacket close. The girls come in from the barn and I am drawn into the here and now. Their laughter ... View Post
I Don’t Fear the Quiet. . . . Day #5 of Thankfulness
All the kids were out. I turned on the fire. I sat. In the quiet. There was a time the quiet haunted me. Memories flooding. Ripping my soul. Tonight. The quiet; a reprieve from the days activities. We had a spontaneous lunch gathering around the farmhouse table. Folks helping out with repairs and other chores came to find nourishment on this brisk day. There is much on my heart and mind these days. The state of our country. Elections. Our regular scheduled trip to Haiti. I sit in the silence. How often Jesus withdrew to the quiet. Luke 5:16 But Jesus often withdrew to ... View Post
I Think on Water
There is still a hush over the farmhouse. The coffee is ready. A new day is on the horizon. The rain has fallen steadily in the night. So needed. My farmer's sister and family have been without water for over a month. I think on water as I take that first sip of hot coffee. Besides grieving the loss of her son, walking with cancer, praying for a miracle for her daughters heart; she now carries laundry to all her family. An offering. The little she has to offer. A soul weary from the trials of this world. We wash, dry and fold; offer the little back to her that we can. Her ... View Post
I’ve Veered Off the Path Day #3 of Thankfulness
Federal Inspections. They're nerve racking. They run between a few dates. You have to be ready. The field man comes ahead of time. He shows you areas of trouble. Areas that can be of concern. Shipping milk is our life. If we are shut down it would be disastrous. Things are so tight; there's no room for error. My farmer takes this all in stride. I stress. I am not a stresser. But lately I feel that way. Everything makes me jumpy or wigged out. The inspectors come. We pass with flying colors. A perfect score to be exact. I wish I had spent my time differently. Not so ... View Post
Rich Laughter at 3 a.m. Day #2 of Thankfulness
It's 3 a.m. The early morning sky brilliant. There is still a hush over the farmhouse as the youngest farm girls make their way down the stairs. One lingers at the coffee maker. So, like her mom. My farmer meets them at the door. Their day has begun. Together they will make memories, milk cows, and measure time in groups. Gratitude pours over my being. Gifts of daughters and their dad. A bond so rich and full. There are laughter and smiles. Stories to tell as they make their way in for breakfast. Hunger gnawing at their insides. The smell of bacon and potatoes ... View Post
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