She too waits. This sister in law of mine. Sister of my farmer. Who walks the road of grief. It's been six months since she stood at the grave. She waits now for biopsy results. Abnormal normal cells; growth on her thyroid. We are guaranteed nothing in this world. Only God's love. It's the constant. It's truth. There is cancer. In her thyroid. And it feels for a moment that the earth has shifted. Tilted. She tells me a funny joke before she tells me the results of the tests. Much like ... View Post
Sunshine Spilled Over
Sunshine spilled over on Resurrection Sunday. Warmth. Family. Food. The empty tomb. The Cross set before us. A symbol. Hope. What was meant for evil. God meant for good. Sometimes you can't help but embrace the bad to understand the good. 2 years and 8 months. A journey to walk with purpose. Seeking to discover, under the shadow of His wing. Ever longing for all to be made right. The tomb is empty. The Savior Risen. The hope of all Nations for a broken people. The sun beats down on us at my sister in laws. Her family walking the grief road. The first Easter ... View Post
The Grave Could NOT Hold Him
Reposting, because I am remembering. Easter has always been about the Cross. Easter has always been what we need. Even when we don't understand. The antidote to what ails us. Always. He is risen! Just like he said. His word; Truth. He is risen. He is coming back again. All of creation will bow. While we wait. We seek to live as He did. We bend knees to the ground in humble submission, as we ponder the walk to the cross. And as the day dawns we live in hope. Matthew ... View Post
Celebrating my Farmer
He hangs yellow ribbons. This farmer of mine. He texts the college girl on her way home. She's on a bus headed our way. "He'll tie a yellow ribbon round the Old Oak Tree." She needs to look up the lyrics. You tube will show her what her parents have neglected. We pull into the driveway. There are yellow ribbons. I wonder at it. Had I missed these before I left. She gradually unfolds the story. I marvel at the gesture. Yellow ribbons and a song to welcome his daughter home. His quiet ... View Post
Where Will This Journey Lead?
Hold me closeLet Your love surround meBring me nearDraw me to Your sideAnd as I waitI'll rise up like the eagleAnd I will soar with YouYour Spirit leads me onBy the power of Your love Words. Ancient. New. Timely. Perfect. Words that penetrate the heart. Reaching deep into the aching hole. We can be refreshed and filled; even when we're hurting. I never knew I could know such peace. I never knew the intimacy I would feel with Christ when so much had been torn from me. I let the words wash over me as we ... View Post
New Life
I hold her baby. A beautiful bundle of sweetness. I look at this girl. This beautiful mom. I think how blessed I am. I am the step mom. A woman she did not ask for in her life. Circumstances beyond her control. Yet, she has opened her heart and let me in. She has shared so much of who she is with me. She's daddy's girl you know. And another stole her heart. And now I hold her second born. I want to weep. I want to weep for my boy. I want to weep for all ... View Post
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