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Learning From Wandering Cows

My farmer brings the cows back to the field.  They have been wandering.  Stepping over fences.  Moving outside their boundaries.  It's not the first time.  This group pushes and tests the boundaries.  Repeatedly.  My farmer calls to them.  They know him, and hear his voice.  He leads them back to safety.  We are like those frisky heifers.  We're eager to see what is just beyond.  To feel there is more; just beyond our reach.  The boundaries; set to protect us.  Protect us from ... View Post

An Empty Bed

He didn't come home that night.  His bed was empty.  Last night she didn't come home.  Her bed was empty.  It's been 25 months since I have seen that  red headed boy of mine.  2 years and 1 month.  And how my heart still aches.  Somehow times marches on.  In some ways I am stuck.  And will always be.  On July, 28, 2013.  A piece of my heart that remains, there.  She, on the other hand.  Has flown the nest.  Spreading her wings.  We moved her into her dorm room.  So much ahead of ... View Post

She Wore Her Brother’s Cap and Gown

She wore her brothers cap and gown.  The same cap he threw into the air, 2 years ago.  The same cap I asked him to go back in to get.  It was unique.  He would be able to find it.  I just wanted that cap. The cap and gown I would display at his wake just 40 days later.  She wrapped herself in his gown.   And wore his cap.  She walked to the tune of  graduation, hope and future wrapped in his gown.  The cap, forever announcing 2013.  The year everything changed.   With out so much as a deep breathe ... View Post

Are You Thirsty?

The day is warm.  Sunshine streaming through fluffy white clouds.  We head to the river.  My happy place.  We're headed to celebrate; New life.  Hope.  Promises and Covenants.  That sweet next to the youngest farm girl is entering the waters of baptism.  She's shaking off the old.  Stepping into the new.  The life that isn't promised to be easy.  The life where knee is bowed and hands lifted high.  A life built on truth, hope and certainty.  The truth that she has already had to wrestle to the ... View Post

Back Porch Wisdom

She sits on my back porch.  The porch we are so grateful to have.  We gather together for a bridal shower.  For one of the younger generation.  I visit with a beautiful woman.  Decades ahead of me in age and wisdom. Decades ahead of me in grieving.  All the years I have known her.  She has spoken little of her grief.  She has laughed and shared stories.  But the raw.  I never saw.  Until she sits on my porch.  9 decades of living.  She grabs my hand with an urgency.  Her gaze does not meet ... View Post