This is a re-post from last year on this day. Sending prayers of gratitude for the hands that have held us and continue to shower us with grace. Being a Giver. . .it is Hard to Receive The rhythm of the routine continues. There is hay down and baling to be done. Cows are up in milk and the management needs care and detail. It's the detail that makes the difference. It's what makes you stand out. Caring about the tiniest details brings you closer to your goal. Details may mean success or ruin for us. Those details seem hard. But they are ingrained in ... View Post
Do You Know Where You’re Headed?
He had less than a week left. Less than a week to live. Oh how I miss him. How I long to talk to him; to hear his deep, rich voice. What about you: if you had less than a week left? Do you know you're loved? Beyond anything you could ask or imagine. Do you live with purpose and passion? Or has something stolen that passion? He was passionate. He lived life. He grabbed hold of each event with gusto. He lived with an abandon that teenagers live. Never thinking he had a date with eternity in a week. He was making plans. Promises to a ... View Post
I Said Yes, When Every Ounce Of Me Wanted To Shout, “No!”
I choke back the real answer I want to give. I hold my emotions in reserve. Every ounce of me wants to shout, "No!" She wants to go to the drive in with her friends. She needs money. Another night spins in my head. I didn't want him to go. I asked him not to go. I give her the money. I make popcorn and put it in a bag. I want her to be small again. I want to bathe them all and read stories while they all fight for a space on my lap. I want to pray and hear their gratefulness for the day. And then I want to ... View Post
Hush; Be Still
Hush Be still Wait And see New life Springs from the old There is hope there is joy It waits Hush Be still Wait And see The Lord He is able He is mighty Hush Be still I am not quiet. I walk heavy. My husband reminds me; often. He though scares me out of my skin; Repeatedly. Quiet, not my companion. I am reminded throughout the day to hush and be still. The day is chaotic. Visitors amidst my planned cleaning event. Interrupted in the sweetest of ways. A reminder that my Agenda is not the Lords. No matter how I try to plan. He will ... View Post
The Super Bowl And The Almighty. . .All In A Day
It's Sunday. And I know his mercies are new every morning. It was the immediate thought that ran through my head when I saw the sunrise the morning of Elijah's home-going. His mercy and grace have been extended greatly in the past 6 months. We have been carried when we can not walk. We have been loved and cared for by our friends and community in ways I could never have imagined. I am glad for this day of rest. I am weary. The week has been long. My emotions getting the better of me most of the time. I can't sort out some of this ... View Post
A Challenge To Change
There are 3 days left. We meet with the Radiation Oncologist. I ask her what are the next steps. She nods that doctor nod. Which means; really, we don't know. She tells us we need to wait because the chemo and the radiation will continue it's work. We wait. Then in a few weeks there will be some scans. But really not until 3 to 5 years can we say that it's cured. She then tells us the next 2 weeks after treatments have stopped may be the most difficult. I stare at her with a blank look and think; how? These treatments are ... View Post
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