I think about my earlier post. I am distracted so easily. I really am. The Lyrics, "TURN DOWN FOR WHAT?" run through my head. For me. . . it is "DISTRACTED TO WHAT?" In some ways this is good. The farming life is unpredictable and spontaneous. I need to be flexible. . . able to change easily. Much of that I do not mind. But what am I distracted from and what am I distracted to? . Our lives should be interruptible, so that God is able to direct our path; yet focused enough to bear fruit. Live with intent. With the plan that yields to the Father's will. We piddle ... View Post
A Comfortable Quiet
The sun begins it's decline in the sky. The light casting shadows on the fields. The landscape ablaze in color. My favorite time of year. Harvest. Zucchini cooks for lasagna. I have made a chocolate pie for small group. The kids are outside playing and it is unusually quiet. A quiet that doesn't threaten. It feels peaceful. There is still chaos around in piles and clumps. Danger lurks when you walk. One must find their path through. Yet there is a peace that has settled. It wasn't ... View Post
Enter In
Enter in. Enter into His gates with Thanksgiving in your heart. Enter in. In. "used to indicate location or position within something" A location. Enter in. The door is open. You need to walk through. Not when you're happy. Not when things are going swell. That's not what it says. Enter in. Just as you are. When you're hurting. When life is overwhelming. When your weary soul aches with breathing in and out. Enter in. My heart hurts. The burning sensation ... View Post
Too Many Spoons
I put one back. 7 spoons. It's a habit. How do you "uncount"? How do you break a habit. They say it takes 30 days to create a habit. It's been 14 months. And setting 7 places at the table still seems natural. I set one spoon back in the drawer. I breath deep. I think of the habits I have established over the past 14 months. My time in the Word is deep. I search for meaning. Truth. Help for this weary heart. I want to know. That it counts for something. That the life given. Taken. Somehow has meaning. It's our search for ... View Post
He Made Me Laugh
He made me laugh. That second born son. The one who shoulders the weight. The future. He made me laugh. He loves Christmas. Always has. Little sleep. So excited. A bundle of joy. Energy. Complying with my request, for a cup of coffee, before presents, on Christmas morning; he will have one waiting. . . long before it is time to be awake. Energy. Sheer joy. Over presents. Over a babe in a manger. Wonder. Contagious. And at 15 that joy is still there. I walk into the dining ... View Post
Can You Stop And Turn? Do You Have What It Takes?
It's the 28th. Sunday. 14 months. Months, days, weeks, moments of missing. Days of seeking who God is; who am I in Him. I wake again today to the fight to get up. My soul is heavy. I cry out to Jesus. I just want to burrow in. Sleep some more. My heart; Needs to change There was a double sleep over last night. Church to attend, a rehearsal for a performance. And it leaves me with tears pooling and a heart constricting. There is no milk. The keys to the van are missing. The other car ... View Post
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