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Dear Elijah

I must confess, in the mornings when I wake. . . you're the first thing I think about. Sometimes even before I give the day over to Lord;  you're the first thing on my mind.  Years of cultivating a habit of first thoughts to the Lord. . .now changed.  Mostly the thoughts are combined. Stepping into Praise before my feet hit the floor.  Grief.  Wrapped in a package with a bow that threatens to choke out my faith.  A journey each day that takes effort.  Much effort.  A struggle.  How do I praise the Lord when my heart ... View Post

I Said, “Yes” To Writing On The Walls

I said it sort of jokingly.  I didn't think anything of it.  We could write our gratitude on the wall. We are going to paint in here someday.  (It hasn't been painted since 1989. . ."ain't nobody got time for that") The walls are filthy and stained with hand prints.  Drawings from the kids and those infamous height marks.  A legacy of Elijah on the wall.  A tangible record of his exsistance here.  A reminder.  So, we clean up from physical nourishment  and the Ancient Word.  My farmer hesitates before he leaves.  It is not until ... View Post

Will Spring Ever Come?

My farmer and the crew work outside everyday.  Sure they can head into the milk house to get warm.  Sometimes they work in a tractor that has a cab. Not sure if there is heat in there anymore.  But mainly they are out doors.  So, I hesitate as I choose my words;  Will Spring ever come?  The days are getting longer.  Light in the early evenings.  Yet, the cold lingers.  I am not one to be cold.  My internal system has always run on the warm side.  But this year. . . This year, I can not get warm.  And it ... View Post

Stepping Through The Plan I Do Not Understand

I will go to the funeral of a dear friend today.  It is also the 19th month Anniversary of our sons home going.  With many of the same people, we will celebrate the life of one lived so very well.  Through song and prayer we will lift our voices to the heavens.  We will remember.  Why does the pain of this life become overwhelming?  I feel some days that grief is all I know.  As my dad succumbs to the memory thief and we need to make decisions about  his care my heart feels so weighted.  This life ... View Post

Peanut Butter Pie

Peanut Butter Pie.  Sometimes it's what we need.  A little baking.  A plan.  Some sunshine.  Sometimes, life is not what we expected   We can not give in to the despair and sadness.  It fights to pull us under.  Threatens to undermine our joy.  So, make a pie.  Spread some sunshine.  Do one thing you know you should.  And above all else.  Give thanks.   Psalm 107:1 Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good;  his love endures forever. Our hope is not in the temporal things of ... View Post

Waking From A Dream

I woke from the dream.  Wracking sobs as I fell to my knees in the kitchen.  Sobs that came during the first days as we learned of Elijah's homegoing.  The same gut wrenching realization.  Piercing.  Ache.  Reality.  Harsh.  My pysche must only be able to handle this in my dreams.  For when I woke.  Truth confronted me.  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. The power of knowing that we are His ... View Post