There is work. Then there is the real stuff. The soul work. The stuff no one wants to dig into. I've been feeling crabby most of the week. I'm not sure why. My kids have been great. My farmer is wonderful. We've been playing Christmas music as the first snow fell. So, there's no reason to be crabby. Yet I could still feel the sharp edge to my words. The lack of patience with requests. Frustration with book work not completed. Feeling the tension between being ok with being distracted and the need to feel organized. The real work we need to do is hard. It's stopping in those ... View Post
The Sound of Change, 30 Days of Thankfulness, Day 2
I hear them before I see them. The sound of change. Cattle trucks. The rumble. One. Two. Three. Four. A farmer up the road is selling one of his herds of cows. One of the three surviving dairy farms on our road. Now two. A sob catches in my throat. We were that farm last Spring. We tried to sell. But the market was so bad, we couldn't get out. I call my farmer. I ask if he saw the trailers. He softly says yes. It is hard to be in an industry that you watch slowly die. It's painful. All those cows. Generations of working the land. Hauling rocks, smoothing out space for hay ... View Post
Quarantine – a Period of Isolation
Quarantine- a state, period, or place of isolation in which people or animals that have arrived from elsewhere or been exposed to infectious or contagious disease are placed. A time when some of the funniest videos I've ever seen have been posted. A time when the world has gone quiet. A time when families are spending more time together than ever before. A time when panic has caused a shortage on toilet paper. A time when America rises to the occasion. Quarantine. A time when businesses are making masks. A time when neighbors are checking on neighbors. A time when God was invited ... View Post
What To Do With Another Birthday
Our Community mourns the loss of another young child. An accident. A bike. A heart ache so deep. We on the farm hurt as we pray for this family and long to ease their ache. Our days have turned to years. 7 years our boy has been gone. Today marks 8 birthdays we've celebrated without him. I never know how to handle this day. Some days I just want to run. Run from the searing pain; The memories and excitement of being a mom. The grace of the years raising children. Other days I want to dig in and remember. To hold tightly to the days and years we had together. I close my eyes and ... View Post
Putting More Feet Onto Our Dreams
We're putting more feet onto our dreams! Dream -a cherished aspiration, ambition, or ideal. Do you dream anymore? Has Covid stolen so much of you? When Covid began we were in the middle of my farmers worst depression. We were almost out of wood and still facing most of winter. We were purchasing feed at a rapid rate (and price) for the cows. Our cash flow was in the negative. And even the possibility of selling cows was not feasible. We were stuck. The weather raged. Covid reared it's ugly head. Reports of death and sickness flooded the news. Schools closed. Businesses ... View Post
When You Miss Your Son
My farmer walked into church. I stayed at home. He picked up the drum seat and held it up. It is called a throne. He shared, with a shocked congregation, that our beautiful red headed, blue eyed boy, now sat before the ultimate throne. His life ending abruptly. Without warning. No good byes. Finished. While we slept. We went to bed that Saturday evening with no idea we would have unexpected visitors in the early morning hours. Our beautiful son fell asleep at the wheel and met Jesus. He wasn't drinking or speeding. He had plans. He was living his best life. A girl ... View Post
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