The petals danced in the wind. Pale, pink blossoms showering the yard. Spinning, whirling. Images of Anne of Green Gables The White Way of Delight flutter through my mind. Delightful visions. This tree. This moment. I want to hold it. The beauty. To behold. If we choose. I may have missed the significance; closed my eyes to what needed to be seen. We dash through life. Event to event. Attempts to numb pain. Create a rush. Rare do we pause; until moments like this; create ... View Post
Step into His Grace
I am a mama who lost her mama. Nine years of cancer. The final stages. Brutal. You say death with dignity? Yes. My mama endured pain; with grace. She clung to her Jesus. Knowing He knew her name. Knowing He would call her name when time. We; her children; grew strong. We cared for this mama of ours. We guided our dad as the memory thief silently crept in. We watched our mama as her systems shut down. We watched her stand in the Powerful name of Jesus, with arms lifted high at her grandchild's baptism. We ... View Post
Reconstructing
Reconstructing. Each day. How to do dinner. What the table looks like. His car in the driveway. All how to live without my son. Each day.Learning. The path. God has ordained. Not my will. But His. And so I learn. While my heart misses. I open my heart to the will of the Father. A young teen plays Elijah's drum set at church. A young man unaware of the story. Playing to Worship. The same God. All for His Glory. So I learn, to trust more. Rest where there is chaos. Quiet when ... View Post
Calves! They’re Everywhere!
Sunshine spilled over the mountain this morning. Cool mornings force us to use heat. Hot coffee awaits me as I stumble to the kitchen. I run the schedule through my head. I beat eggs and try not to burn toast. I burn eggs and the toast is safe. I continue the run through of the schedule. There's school work and book work. Calves need to be feed. Oh those calves! They're everywhere! Calves always mean Spring here on the farm. The Winter is shedding it's skin. Milk production will return to a ... View Post
What to do with this Mother’s Day Thing
It's Mother's Day. My mom and my mother in law reside with the King of all Kings. And the one who made me a mom lives there too. And I want to cry. I want to scream and throw a tantrum. It's just not fair. I miss my son. I miss my mom. I miss my mother in law. I have much material for a pity party. A real "whoa is me bash." What good is that? What is being accomplished? Jesus himself had much to complain about. He was spit on, bruised and crucified as a common criminal. Yet not once did he utter ... View Post
Dear Mom
Dear Mom, So many times I have picked up the phone to call. My heart hurts missing Elijah. Yet you reign with him on high. It was April vacation. I missed our time together. It was always so much warmer at your house. Such a perfect time to be away. We would sit on your screened in porch. How you loved that addition to your home. We'd drink coffee and argue. Goodness we never could see eye to eye on very much; except our love for our Lord. I went to a family baby shower. Your presence missed so ... View Post
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