Davis Farm and Guest House

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Living Life

A busy day.  Nothing new;  except the feeling.  All day.  Something.  Not right.  The Cast Party.  Families.  Dancers.  Food.  Decorating.  Arabian Nights.  Alladin.  So much to do.  Purposefully stepping one foot in front of the other.  Work.  Grief.  Talk truth.  Verse after verse.  To my weary heart.  Jeremiah 31:3 The LORD appeared to us in the past, saying: "I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness. It ... View Post

Davis Farm Guest House

We're having fun at our Guest House and on the farm! We're meeting new people. Making friends from all over the world.  We're sprucing up.  Watching grass grow! Literally.  We're shaking off the Winter.  Though, it's not shaking us off! Sharing about this place we love so much.  Things aren't always easy.  We share that too.  Work.  Long hours.  Yet.  Rewarding.  Full.  Held by a gracious God.  Stepping forward with purpose.  Hope you'll stop by for a visit ... View Post

The Boys

The farm boy; my only boy.  I used to say boys.  A moment; forever changed.  My brothers, always called "the boys." Mom's words echo;  "have you talked to the boys?"  Grown men with families.  The boys. Naturally I began to call my sons;  the boys.  I loved calling them that.  I loved having 2 boys.  They fought.  Tousling.  Angry.  Dominance.  Fists clenched.  War. Strength.  Awful.  Until.  Maturity.  Alliance.  Friendship. Early on it was as cohorts against ... View Post

Even in the Rush. . . We Can Slow it Down

The sun shone this weekend.  For the whole weekend.  There were no extra activities.  Time seemed to slow. No rushing.  Dinner with friends.  The farm boy playing music.  Time with my farmer.  There was hand holding.  Time to talk.  Slow.  Last minute guests at the guest house.  Sheets on the line.  Book work.  Time for listening and dreaming.  A fire at my partner in crime's home.  Coffee. Slow. Soaking in the sun.  Compost delivery.  A ride in the truck to visit neighbors.  No ... View Post

More Waiting

She too waits.  This sister in law of mine.  Sister of my farmer. Who walks the road of grief.  It's been six months since she stood at the grave. She waits now for biopsy results.  Abnormal normal cells; growth on her thyroid.  We are guaranteed nothing in this world.  Only God's love.  It's the constant.  It's truth.  There is cancer.  In her thyroid.  And it feels for a moment that the earth has shifted.  Tilted.  She tells me a funny joke before she tells me the results of the tests.  Much like ... View Post

Sunshine Spilled Over

Sunshine spilled over on Resurrection Sunday. Warmth. Family. Food. The empty tomb. The Cross set before us. A symbol. Hope. What was meant for evil. God meant for good. Sometimes you can't help but embrace the bad to understand the good.  2 years and 8 months.  A journey to walk with purpose. Seeking to discover, under the shadow of His wing. Ever longing for all to be made right. The tomb is empty. The Savior Risen. The hope of all Nations for a broken people. The sun beats down on us at my sister in laws. Her family walking the grief road. The first Easter ... View Post