My farmer walked into church. I stayed at home. He picked up the drum seat and held it up. It is called a throne. He shared, with a shocked congregation, that our beautiful red headed, blue eyed boy, now sat before the ultimate throne. His life ending abruptly. Without warning. No good byes. Finished. While we slept. We went to bed that Saturday evening with no idea we would have unexpected visitors in the early morning hours. Our beautiful son fell asleep at the wheel and met Jesus. He wasn't drinking or speeding. He had plans. He was living his best life. A girl ... View Post
And Time Continues to March On. . .
We dance the dance of life. The newly engaged daughter tries on wedding gowns and we laugh and make new memories. The years flash before me as I watch her walk out in dress after dress. Seeking the perfect match. Searching. Waiting. Hoping. Her dreams are before her. Time, continues to march on. A new journey. Hope. I look at these children of ours. One married with two children. Making a difference in this world teaching. One, newly engaged and chasing the big bad Covid in any way she can. Another with his own business; making his own path, in his own way. The next to ... View Post
Happy Birthday To Our Nation, Our Blog And Our Youngest Farm Girl!
Happy Birthday To Our Nation, Our Blog And Our Youngest Farm Girl! It's been 7 years; 7 years since I started this blog. 7 years since the kids said a blog is better than long winded posts on face book. I love my kids. And so we entered the world of blogging. It was our daughter's 8th birthday and the 4th of July! Our little firecracker, as Nana called her. Spunky. Cute, Sugar and Spice (emphasis on the spice) And now she's turning 15. She's the youngest daughter of a 3rd generation farmer. She's named after her Grandfather's sister who lived next door. A ... View Post
The Deep Ache
The earth groaned as a young one fought. Battles we didn't know. And a family's life now forever changed. The ache is deep and once again a Community grieves. I wail and cry out for the mama's who bury their babies. What kind of burial will there be? How does one grieve in a Pandemic, when isolation is life giving? Or so we thought? I comfort my kids as they rail against another loss. I breathe deep and run to the only source of strength I have left. . . Isaiah 26:3 You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in ... View Post
A re-post on Community
I posted this 3-24-18. I'm missing these gatherings and sense of Community. Yet, there is something else happening. I hope we all notice and take note. We're being creative. There's a sense of slowness. Neighbors helping neighbors. A little more outward perspective is happening. I don't want to miss the lessons we need to learn in this time. `````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` March 24, 2018 Small town living. Community. A fun reminder today of the uniqueness of this place we call home. The ... View Post
Another Year Around the Sun
It's been another year around the Sun for my farmer. It's hard to believe. These years seem to be just sailing by. Yet this year has been hard. The Joy Thief began to set up camp and we didn't catch it early enough. He's dug in his heels and my farmer fights each day to trust and wrestle. He rises each day before dawn. He tends to animals and details of farm life before most of us have fluttered awake. He never complains. Equipment breaks, the cold wind howls, milk prices drop, milk production drops; yet he perseveres. Every day. He loves his family and works to be at functions ... View Post
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