He's leaving. It's only for 3 weeks. The same as he's been here. But it's still a goodbye. It's been great having him here. Our new farm worker. It's been a relief. I wonder though. Will he really like it here? I think about his wife and kids. Such a culture shift. But we are believers in the One true God. Lovers of the King of Kings. There are no divisions. No separations. We are all brothers and sisters in Christ. When we are called according to His purposes, there are only yeses and Amens. 2 Corinthians ... View Post
What Bales, Prayer and Death Have Taught Me
The bales keep coming. Load after load. 11 bales a wagon load. Winter's feed. Wrapped in a cocoon. Prepared for winter. These bales. I wrote on these bales last year. Prayers. Praise. I love you Elijah. Bales I prayed over. Hopes for a plentiful winter. Hopes for a smoother road. A different pace from the walk of the death of my mom, flooding and bumpy financial issues. That's not what happened. 3 days later, my son fell asleep at the wheel of our family car and met Jesus. 3 months later, ... View Post
Delight In His Sabbath
Isaiah 41:10 Don't be afraid, for I am with you. Don't be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with my victorious right hand. Words I cling to. Hope I claim. It is Sunday morning again. A morning for me that will always remain hard. The conflict of loss; the gift of the Sabbath. Yet isn't the gift of Sabbath because of death? One for all. So there might be life? Everlasting? He gave all so we could all have. The goal of Sabbath; rest. Leaning into Christ and the promise He gave with His ... View Post
When The Thunder Rolls
The rains came. The wind picked up and blew those storm clouds right over this farm; and the fields where we were haying. The gusts strong and the temperature change severe. Loose items on the farm blew around. The thunder roars. It is so easy to get discouraged. Everything hangs on the quality and the quantity of the feed. The rain is not a good part of the equation. Bale wrapping equipment can't run in the rain. Wet bales will not produce good feed. I wallow in the pit for a few minutes. I start to count the ... View Post
We, The People
This road is hard. We, the people, meant for Grace for all time. Thrown through the ravages of sin and justified and sanctified by the blood. We, the people, destined for all that is holy, yet muck through the waters until He returns. The step of some days harder than others. Weeping and flailing as if there were no anchor. The whole time being held. We, the people. Each so different. Each so needy. Each so loved. The sun beats down. The warmth fills the cold spaces. It is a choice to breathe in ... View Post
Blooming In The Barren Land. . . It Can Be Done
While in captivity in a foreign land the Israelites were asked to sing songs for their captors. To sing songs of joy amidst deep heartache and sadness; while they were mourning their homeland and all they knew. This act unthinkable. Yet, they had been told by God. Plant gardens, build houses and multiply during this time. Jeremiah 29 Even during the hard times. When you feel you can go on no longer. Settle where you are placed. Be doing the work I have for you because I will restore this land. I will bring Israel back; and you need to be ... View Post
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