Little did I know when I started this blog all that our lives would endure. That this white screen, for a time, would be my lifeline. Nine years ago, today, I published our first post. A short little clip about our 4th of July baby, Eleanor. She was turning 8. Our oldest son, Elijah, had just graduated from High School. Chelsea the oldest was 8 when Elijah was born. Clarissa was 8 when Eleanor was born. And now, Ella is 8 when our first grandchild would be born. Now Ella is turning 17, the same age her brother was when he met Jesus. His forever age. That first grandchild is ... View Post
Breakfast
Each morning I rise before dawn. The holy quiet. I get my coffee and rest with the Ancient Word. Before breakfast. Before I break my fast. My soul devours the comforting words. Works that challenge, inspire and speak truth. My spirit is refreshed and hopefully ready for whatever the day may hold. Each day a pilgrimage. Coffee, the Ancient Word. All before the house begins to stir. Before the tyranny of the urgent pulls. I stand before the stove. What to make? Breakfast. Is it blazing hot? Or freezing cold? How many are here? I often have to stop and ... View Post
My Farmers Mom
This post says it all. My farmers mom. A repost from 2014. She's been gone 20 years today. It is hard to believe we woke that day and moved and worked without knowing what was to come. It is a reminder to love and keep short accounts. It is a reminder that One came as the greatest symbol of love ever known to mankind. He came as a baby with the hope of eternity for all. Shirley, my farmers mom. You are so dearly missed. Yet your legacy of living as a Servant, loving those around you and creating beauty in everything you touched, lives on forever in your beautiful ... View Post
30 Days of Thankfulness, I failed
30 Days of Thankfulness. They're over. I failed. I've posted less than half those days. The rest I have done a re-post, or not posted at all. It's not that I am not grateful. I just can't seem to put words to the paper. I failed. Gratitude sometimes can not be captured in words. There are times when the words won't reach. A place where the soul holds the secrets. And these days have been full. The demands of farming, the changes in a child getting married and leaving the nest have all left us depleted. A house becoming quieter. The soul is stretched and weary. The practice of ... View Post
30 Days of Thankfulness, Cousins, Day #7
It's been more than 40 years since we were together in this space. Cousins. We've spent most of our life apart. Connected through words. Letters, a love for the Lord and Literature. Life was so different. Yet, even in that time. . .there was ache. A divorce. Children caught in the middle. A trip together to a family space. Cousins. Memories made. We walk and talk. Memories emerge that were long since forgotten. This was the space where we had a fire. I can almost hear the sound of the voices gathered in song. We washed dishes and played games on that vacation. We hiked and ... View Post
30 Days of Thankfulness, Day #5
The frost lingers, leaving evidence of the crisp air. Puddles with a thin layer of ice glimmer in the morning sun. The sound of scraping, as windshields have been kissed by Jack Frost in the night. A stillness hovers in the cold. It's late this year; this hard frost. The winds have blown and the cold rains have left a chill in the air. But, this frost and cold have taken their time in appearing. There is still much to accomplish before the winter weather settles in. Haying equipment dot the various fields around town. A prayer for a final cut. More bales for winter. Less need for ... View Post
