Davis Farm and Guest House

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What to do with this Mother’s Day Thing

It's Mother's Day.  My mom and my mother in law reside with the King of all Kings.  And the one who made me a mom lives there too.  And I want to cry.  I want to scream and throw a tantrum.  It's just not fair.  I miss my son.  I miss my mom.  I miss my mother in law.  I have much material for a pity party.  A real "whoa is me bash." What good is that?  What is being accomplished? Jesus himself had much to complain about.  He was spit on, bruised and crucified as a common criminal.  Yet not once did he utter ... View Post

Dear Mom

Dear Mom, So many times I have picked up the phone to call.  My heart hurts missing Elijah.  Yet you reign with him on high.  It was April vacation.  I missed our time together.  It was always so much warmer at your house.  Such a perfect time to be away.  We would sit on your screened in porch.  How you loved that addition to your home.  We'd drink coffee and argue.  Goodness we never could see eye to eye on very much; except our love for our Lord.  I went to a family baby shower.  Your presence missed so ... View Post

Living Life

A busy day.  Nothing new;  except the feeling.  All day.  Something.  Not right.  The Cast Party.  Families.  Dancers.  Food.  Decorating.  Arabian Nights.  Alladin.  So much to do.  Purposefully stepping one foot in front of the other.  Work.  Grief.  Talk truth.  Verse after verse.  To my weary heart.  Jeremiah 31:3 The LORD appeared to us in the past, saying: "I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness. It ... View Post

Davis Farm Guest House

We're having fun at our Guest House and on the farm! We're meeting new people. Making friends from all over the world.  We're sprucing up.  Watching grass grow! Literally.  We're shaking off the Winter.  Though, it's not shaking us off! Sharing about this place we love so much.  Things aren't always easy.  We share that too.  Work.  Long hours.  Yet.  Rewarding.  Full.  Held by a gracious God.  Stepping forward with purpose.  Hope you'll stop by for a visit ... View Post

The Boys

The farm boy; my only boy.  I used to say boys.  A moment; forever changed.  My brothers, always called "the boys." Mom's words echo;  "have you talked to the boys?"  Grown men with families.  The boys. Naturally I began to call my sons;  the boys.  I loved calling them that.  I loved having 2 boys.  They fought.  Tousling.  Angry.  Dominance.  Fists clenched.  War. Strength.  Awful.  Until.  Maturity.  Alliance.  Friendship. Early on it was as cohorts against ... View Post

Even in the Rush. . . We Can Slow it Down

The sun shone this weekend.  For the whole weekend.  There were no extra activities.  Time seemed to slow. No rushing.  Dinner with friends.  The farm boy playing music.  Time with my farmer.  There was hand holding.  Time to talk.  Slow.  Last minute guests at the guest house.  Sheets on the line.  Book work.  Time for listening and dreaming.  A fire at my partner in crime's home.  Coffee. Slow. Soaking in the sun.  Compost delivery.  A ride in the truck to visit neighbors.  No ... View Post