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America: God Shed His Grace on Thee

O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! A friend posted this on her face book wall. It evoked memories of Elementary music classes. It also brought back a memory of a dance recital. The finale included this song and all dancers coming onto the stage carrying flags. I remember the crowd standing to their feet. It was the 70's and I was young. I remember the lump in my throat. A sense of pride ... View Post

Election Day! Day #8 of Thankfulness

Here it is Election Day! A day that used be somewhat exciting and patriotic. A day when my heart swelled with gratitude for the exercise of freedom in this great United States. I woke last night. Yes, just after my last post about not having trouble sleeping. I woke. And could not fall back to sleep. I realized it was the election on my heart. So I prayed for this great Nation. And fell back to sleep I woke again this morning with peace. This is still a great Nation. We are still here. When our son died. God left us here. For a reason. For a purpose. We still have a voice. If ... View Post

Musings About Sleep Day #7 of Thankfulness

I don't get up early to milk. As a matter of fact, my farmer prefers that I not be up at that hour. Really. I tried getting up with him and my father in law. I thought I would help. There came a time when they begged me not to help. I am one of those people that can not function with out sleep. Ask my college room mates. While everyone was gathering in the living room for LA Law. I was hopping into my nice, comfy bed. It is still my greatest desire all day; to head to bed. The earlier the better. There are some days that I bail. Yup. Bail on the day. Like, at 7:00. And I ... View Post

Thankful Even When it Hurts Day # 6 of Thankfulness

I walk room to room. Picking up. Putting away. The way of a mom. The things that never seem to make it to its home. Though, I confess, not everything has a home. Why do I not look at the task with joy? I pick up a jacket. I look. It is my first born sons. I hold it. I breathe in deep; searching for him. This is so unfair.  I can't make sense of this loss. Today another mom buries her son. The victim of an angry fight. My heart aches for this mom I have never met. I hug the jacket close. The girls come in from the barn and I am drawn into the here and now. Their laughter ... View Post

I Don’t Fear the Quiet. . . . Day #5 of Thankfulness

All the kids were out. I turned on the fire. I sat. In the quiet. There was a time the quiet haunted me. Memories flooding. Ripping my soul. Tonight. The quiet; a reprieve from the days activities. We had a spontaneous lunch gathering around the farmhouse table. Folks helping out with repairs and other chores came to find nourishment on this brisk day. There is much on my heart and mind these days. The state of our country. Elections. Our regular scheduled trip to Haiti. I sit in the silence. How often Jesus withdrew to the quiet.  Luke 5:16 But Jesus often withdrew to ... View Post

I’ve Veered Off the Path Day #3 of Thankfulness

Federal Inspections. They're nerve racking. They run between a few dates. You have to be ready. The field man comes ahead of time. He shows you areas of trouble. Areas that can be of concern. Shipping milk is our life. If we are shut down it would be disastrous. Things are so tight; there's no room for error. My farmer takes this all in stride. I stress. I am not a stresser. But lately I feel that way. Everything makes me jumpy or wigged out. The inspectors come. We pass with flying colors. A perfect score to be exact. I wish I had spent my time differently. Not so ... View Post