Reposting, because I am remembering. Easter has always been about the Cross. Easter has always been what we need. Even when we don't understand. The antidote to what ails us. Always. He is risen! Just like he said. His word; Truth. He is risen. He is coming back again. All of creation will bow. While we wait. We seek to live as He did. We bend knees to the ground in humble submission, as we ponder the walk to the cross. And as the day dawns we live in hope. Matthew ... View Post
Celebrating my Farmer
He hangs yellow ribbons. This farmer of mine. He texts the college girl on her way home. She's on a bus headed our way. "He'll tie a yellow ribbon round the Old Oak Tree." She needs to look up the lyrics. You tube will show her what her parents have neglected. We pull into the driveway. There are yellow ribbons. I wonder at it. Had I missed these before I left. She gradually unfolds the story. I marvel at the gesture. Yellow ribbons and a song to welcome his daughter home. His quiet ... View Post
Where Will This Journey Lead?
Hold me closeLet Your love surround meBring me nearDraw me to Your sideAnd as I waitI'll rise up like the eagleAnd I will soar with YouYour Spirit leads me onBy the power of Your love Words. Ancient. New. Timely. Perfect. Words that penetrate the heart. Reaching deep into the aching hole. We can be refreshed and filled; even when we're hurting. I never knew I could know such peace. I never knew the intimacy I would feel with Christ when so much had been torn from me. I let the words wash over me as we ... View Post
New Life
I hold her baby. A beautiful bundle of sweetness. I look at this girl. This beautiful mom. I think how blessed I am. I am the step mom. A woman she did not ask for in her life. Circumstances beyond her control. Yet, she has opened her heart and let me in. She has shared so much of who she is with me. She's daddy's girl you know. And another stole her heart. And now I hold her second born. I want to weep. I want to weep for my boy. I want to weep for all ... View Post
Those Dark Days; They Will Come
The dark of the day rises to meet me. The warmth of the previous days a tease. My son, my son, my soul cries out. I pass the accident site. Today. I slip. The images flash before me. Images I never saw. Images that played out while I slept. My darling red head. My first born son. Passed from this life while I slept. Oh, how I miss him. The deep, piercing ache creeps through my veins today. The wait for next tests for my farmer. I cling to the Ancient promises. The truth. This ... View Post
Rays of Sunshine
The sun streams through the one window not covered by blankets. My farmer is finishing up chores. The farm boy has come in to play guitar and unwind before he heads to school. How that boy is changing. He is shaking off the ways of this world; letting of of the anger and hurt. Reaching for the holy and true. Slowly the sharp edges are becoming smooth. A bit of grace on the farm. The milk checks grow thinner. The transition date seems miles away. The cold settles in. Much to lead to the path of ... View Post
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