The day is warm. Sunshine streaming through fluffy white clouds. We head to the river. My happy place. We're headed to celebrate; New life. Hope. Promises and Covenants. That sweet next to the youngest farm girl is entering the waters of baptism. She's shaking off the old. Stepping into the new. The life that isn't promised to be easy. The life where knee is bowed and hands lifted high. A life built on truth, hope and certainty. The truth that she has already had to wrestle to the ... View Post
Back Porch Wisdom
She sits on my back porch. The porch we are so grateful to have. We gather together for a bridal shower. For one of the younger generation. I visit with a beautiful woman. Decades ahead of me in age and wisdom. Decades ahead of me in grieving. All the years I have known her. She has spoken little of her grief. She has laughed and shared stories. But the raw. I never saw. Until she sits on my porch. 9 decades of living. She grabs my hand with an urgency. Her gaze does not meet ... View Post
Conquer The Clutter
We clean up that farm boys room; because it is a mess. Really. All the rooms are a mess. Clothes, papers. Clutter. Everywhere. My cluttered home has seeped into my soul. The clutter of grief and loss. Daily consuming. I fold a shirt. It belongs to the son who has left this earth. I can feel the ache. It has threatened to spill over all day. The loss. Another in the community has lost too. Another accident. One so young with 3 children. And I just can't bear the ... View Post
Stepping Forward; It’s Been 2 years
I want to stand in front of the pole And will it to not be. As if being there at the time of the accident could stop it from happening. I stare at the pole. Someone has so lovingly mowed this area and planted flowers. The knowledge that someone else remembers fills my aching soul. It is now 2 years since our boy walked this earth. 2 years of walking a path that is rough and ragged. This time has been filled with life - full, and moving on. Some days the moving on is so deeply painful. It takes all I am to ... View Post
The Surprise In A Friendship; When You Were Expecting To Be Alone
Her rich, deep voice is directed towards us. Her eyes sparkling. I answer her question. She exudes joy with a touch of mischief. We exchange pleasantries. As in all conversations there comes a defining moment. She shares that she lost 3 of her siblings in a matter of months. My heart lurches with the known pain of losing so many in a matter of months. I hug her. And a friendship is born. Decades apart in age. Unity in the Spirit. In the morning session she comes running down to greet us. As I should have ... View Post
When You Spend Time Alone; You Realize How Never Alone You Really Are.
Alone. Yet never alone. Even in the darkest moments. Isaiah 41:10 So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. I am not alone. Richard Blackaby continues his talk. He speaks of Elijah. I want to weep at the mention of his name. But it is the Elijah of the bible, of whom he speaks. The Elijah who is called to speak to Kings and Prophets; and then is asked to hide in a ravine. To be fed by ... View Post
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