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Our Highest Calling

My Highest Calling. I stare at his picture.  I still can't believe he is gone. My first born, my flesh and blood. I touch the picture. Longing to touch that skin, to hear the sound of his voice; calling me mom. I remember when he first called me mom. Do any of us ever forget? I had already lost a child that never called me mom. So this was precious. Oh, so precious. Those words came out. Words I had longed to hear. So much wrapped in 3 letters. 3 letters I will never hear from him again. I wrestle each day with how this can be God's plan. How such a fun, handsome, ... View Post

A Cup Of Coffee And Some Inspiration

Today grab a cup of coffee. Relax and enjoy some of this weeks inspiration.  My cousin's blog is full of inspiration. And a little tease about a new book discussion.  A friend I have yet to meet also has grief as her constant companion. Here is her paraphrase of this precious verse.  Matthew 5:3-4 You’re blessed when you’re at the end of your rope. With less of you there is more of God and his rule. You’re blessed when you feel you’ve lost what is most dear to you. Only then can you be embraced by the One most dear to you. It's been 13 months ... View Post

Hush; Be Still

Hush Be still Wait  And see  New life Springs  from the old There is hope there is joy It waits  Hush Be still Wait And see The Lord He is able  He is mighty Hush Be still I am not quiet.  I walk heavy. My husband reminds me; often. He though scares me out of my skin; Repeatedly. Quiet, not my companion. I am reminded throughout the day to hush and be still. The day is chaotic. Visitors amidst my planned cleaning event. Interrupted in the sweetest of ways. A reminder that my Agenda is not the Lords. No matter how I try to plan.  He will ... View Post

2 Mom’s Living On Solid Hope

There is another who grieves.  Another mom who celebrates her son's birthday today; while he resides with the King of Kings. Her son torn from this life at 18. Never to see 19. Two young men called home long before our hearts are ready to let go. I think on this.  He and Elijah now know each other. Each known by the Savior. Each missed so deeply. When here on this earth our paths may have never crossed. This mom grieves as I do.  Brought together by mutual friends; knowing our struggle. Now friends through a shared bond of grief and love for Jesus. Each of us ... View Post

Fear. . .Slowly Strangles Trust

There are days I just want to make it all go away.  I just want off this life I am living.  The path is hard and unforgiving.  The weight crushing at times.  I long to shake this skin.  I long to not ache. I should be rejoicing. We are done with chemo. We are done with radiation.  I should be jumping for joy.  But I can't. We still travel to the hospital. My farmer's weight is dangerously low. Food a necessity. Eating to live.  His body racks with cough from excess mucus from the radiation.  His sleep disturbed each night. I reach out and ... View Post

All That We Can Not See

The Winter is showing all it's glory. Cold, crisp nights with a glorious display in the heavens.  Psalm 19:1 The heavens declare the glory of God;    the skies proclaim the work of his hands. There is a peacefulness that settles over the farm at this time of year. A quiet expectancy of Springs awaited arrival.  All the work underneath is being accomplished.  All that we can not see.  So much that we can not see.  God is aware of all. He sees the bigger plan.  We need to spend time with him, learning to ... View Post