Years of teaching leaves me with traditions that promote the creativity in the young ones. It's Saint Patrick's Day Eve. There are traps to make. Catching a Leprechaun takes over all their senses. There is pure delight. I have relished every year of watching the traps being built. Such ingenuity. Some more glamorous than others. Those silly creatures turn over the chairs and tear the room apart. And always leave a Pot O' Gold. The milk turns green. Last year the resident redhead discovered even the toilet ... View Post
In The Fields I Choose To Remember
The peaceful and quiet, I seek. Stilling the rush of the urgent. Finding the space in the hush. Echoes of memories threaten the peace. I reach deeper for the still. Psalm 121:1 I lift up my eyes to the mountains— where does my help come from?My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. In the fields I choose to remember. The memories run free. The pain unleashed among the grasses green. My soul filled with ache, knows no boundaries. The sky meets the earth The presence ... View Post
Falling In Love With My Farmer
About 23 years ago I fell in love with my farmer. His banjo playing, quiet ways, love for God and deep voice, was enough to make this city girl take a look at all she had thought would make her soul sing.The glitz and glam, nice cars, dinners out, fancy diamond studded jewelry (just kidding -but my birthstone is a diamond -lucky me) soon faded to what was real and what really mattered in this world. A look deep into God's word and the Truth that rests there is what makes a girl really want to take notice. Wedding bells gave way to the rhythm of farming and teaching. The loss ... View Post
1 Bag, 2 bag, 3 bag, 4
A bag a day. Go me. I start out strong. 3 full size garbage bags. Off to Goodwill and a few second hand stores. Maybe I can earn a little something. I got this; It's easy peasy. Day 4. I move to a smaller bag. I still got this. I clean out drawers. I decide a bag of trash counts. I still have this. I move to a grocery bag size. But I still got this. I am in it for the long haul. I may have started out with gusto, but I am at my pace now. Even a grocery size bag is something. But something ... View Post
When The Snow Piles High And The Drifts Impassable
Pushing through the dark. Looking for the light. Holding tight the truth. Letting go the fear. Wondering how this new life works. Digging deep for strength. Resting in the One. Reaching for Hope. This journey continues to stretch me to the fullest. Each day, I seek to rest not in the what if's, but in the what I knows. When all is shaking around me, there is a calm. An assurance so sweet. The snow piles high and the drifts impassable. The wind howls. But yet the farmer presses on. The cows are milked. The rhythm of the day continues. It is that rhythm ... View Post
Just Because
It's still there. I breathe in deep. Just a hint of his smell. I hold his pillow. I lay my cheek on the softness. I rock back and forth. I linger in the memories. It's the missing that can consume. A desire around the pain. Any way but through. The wanting to hear his voice; call me mom. We sit at the dinner table. We light his candle. We just miss him so much. And at some point you have to just stop the missing. Because He's not coming back. All the uncomfortable shouts at us. Cedric balks at going to summer ... View Post
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