Davis Farm and Guest House

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I Want To Be Present; Right In The Here And Now

They move the drums. They are taking up space they say. The little girls are trying to organize the music room. All that is within me wants to scream.  He had set them up.  They are the way he had left them. .. that day.  The last day he played.  The last day he did anything on this earth.  The bass drum ring damaged and in need of replacement. We had looked into getting it fixed; that last day he was here.  The last day I have felt normal in 8 months.  I slowly pull the drum set back out, away from the corner.  I fight back tears. I keep my ... View Post

Those Ancient Words. . . Aren’t Really So Ancient

We sit huddled at the farmhouse table. Each morning before we head off for the day those large farmer hands take the  Ancient Words and breathe life into this family.  It is not always holy.  It is sometimes horror.  With me dissolving into laughter over someones antics and receiving a glaring look from the  farmer or the eldest son, now deep in the earth.  But this morning we are huddled together because those carefree days seem like an eternity away.  The eldest son called home. The farmer battling the wages of cancer.  And we as a family ... View Post

The Future That Really Matters. . .Day #30 of Thankfulness

I walk out of the bedroom to start my coffee. There are sleeping bags all over the living room. I pick up the pot and plug it in the bathroom so not to disturb anyone. I have a blondie in my bed who had a headache in the middle of the night. I start the laundry and fold a load while I wait for the coffee. My phone is plugged in, in the middle of the sea of sleeping bags. I don't dare disturb them. I wander to the parlor, I open the door and there is another sea of sleeping bags. I head back to my room.  I hope the blondie stays sleeping.  There are sleeping bags in 2 of the rooms ... View Post

Finding Contentment on Black Friday. . .Day #29 of Thankfulness

Philippians 4:12 I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry,  whether living in plenty or in want.       The farmhouse was filled to the brim with babies, toddlers, teens; friends, family, love and lots of food. The generations growing as the next have children. And what contentment that brings. Even in the midst of deep grief, the next generation brings hope. I didn't think the day would be hard. The agony comes unexpected; when you're not prepared. When ... View Post

It’s a Big, Deep Breath Kind Of A Day. . . Day #28 of Thankfulness

It's a big deep breath kind of a day. It's been 4 months. 4 months since we were woken from our sleep with the news that our   boy was in the presence of the King of Kings. 4 months since we placed our red headed, handsome, just graduated boy in the sod of this earth.   How thoughts of that night still rock my world.  And it's this day, that America celebrates all that we are thankful for. The bounty and provision given in desperate times.  Being thankful is a practice I have cultivated throughout the months and years of my life. Seeking wholeheartedly ... View Post

We Are Called By Name. . . Day #27 of Thankfulness

It is the day before Thanksgiving. There are preparations to make.  Much to do. Lists to make. Items to check off for completion. The house echos with memories of years gone by. Tables moved around making room for the guests who will descend on the farm. Chairs gathered from all parts of the house to be sure all have a space. Name tags will be made. Each person will have a place. Each name will be carefully placed with love.  It reminds me of my name, which is written on His hand.  Isaiah 49:16 See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are ever ... View Post