I'm not sleeping well. It's been 27 months without my son. I go to bed exhausted. I wake up exhausted. I know I've been awake in the night. I have that heavy feeling. What is keeping me up? Luke 10:41 "Martha, Martha," the Lord answered, "you are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed-- or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her." This verse has troubled me for many years. I've attended retreats based on the verse. Read an ... View Post
We’re Stepping Out In Faith, We’re putting Feet on A Dream!
We're working hard. Painting. Cleaning. (Eww) Gardening. Decorating. So exciting. We're taking a step of faith. Putting feet on a dream. My farmers word from the Lord. "More people." My gift; hospitality. Friends who are all in. Do you long to experience a slower pace? Have you ever wondered what life on a farm might look like? Do you just need a break? Introducing the Davis Farm Guest House At the Davis Farm Guest House you will find all of ... View Post
Summer, Please Don’t End
Milking is finished. The cows are heading to pasture. It is unseasonably warm. (with NO humidity!) A glorious sunrise. Hot coffee. The Ancient word. Taking time to - Stop And thank God for: This sunrise the beautiful weather (and NO hudimity!) lots of coffee A slower day grace for the journey friendship new adventures music learning in the struggle fall baking did I mention coffee? farm table visits new employees warm breeze Sheets on the line and coffee May your day be filled with immeasurable grace. Attempt to ... View Post
The Smell of Dog Pee Pushed Me On
I begin to clean my room. The room I have occupied since my wedding night. The room I have not cleaned since before the accident. Piles of stuff. Dirt. The smell of dog pee. I know it's in there somewhere. Yes. It's gross. And that's what I have been living in. I can barely begin to clean. I can't stay focused on anything. I try. I have help sometimes. A friend who is quiet and gentle comes to be by my side. We clean or organize and then it seeps in again. I hate living like ... View Post
In an Impulsive, Immediate Gratification Seeking Culture. . . I Will Wait
God closed a door. And I didn't like it. He'd already slammed the door in other ways in our lives. This felt like it was just the last straw. I vacillated between anger and trying to trust. Leaning on what I know. . . not on what I feel. Those are hard things. This world throws things into our pathway. At each turn; we choose. We can step into grace. Seeking wisdom in the walk. Trusting in a plan held by a Divine Creator. Or we can let this world drag us down. Bitterness and anger seep in. I started ... View Post
Happy Birthday From Your Little Girl
He holds my hand. The hand that is still strong. Yet works no more. I look at him. This man that gave me life. This man that has been my confidant, advocate, role model and father. I gaze into his eyes. He's still so handsome. He smiles and kisses me. He's happy. Content. He knows no pain or ache. I say, "Let's walk for a bit." He shuffles. Reminders for him to pick up his feet. I bristle. This once fiercely independent, stubborn man. . . shuffles. I choke back the sobs that ... View Post
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