Psalm 17:1 Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever. photo courtesy of Mallory Burritt Psalm 118:28-29 You are my God, and I will praise you; you are my God, and I will exalt you. Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; His love endures forever. So often, those who have gone before us, have given praise to our God. Through the storms that rage and the blessings bestowed; they praise. The lessons learned through the Ancient Prophets cause us to continually turn back to praise. When we walk roads that ... View Post
No Matter The Hurt, Or Pain; See. . .He Is Doing A New Thing
I am restless. The pain searing today. The missing overpowering. The unknown of cancer lingering. Will the treatments work? How much more will they affect my farmers body? The future unknown and looming before me. My soul longs for relief. Relief from the constant pain, the constant longing for my son. Longing for family time all together. That which will never be. Sometimes I think my heart will shatter into a million pieces. Other times, I think it already has. This is all too much to bear. The weight is heavy and His burden ... View Post
Mopping Away The Grit And The Grime
I finger the pages. The pages of the yearbook he'll never see. The 2013 yearbook that holds the memory of the last of his walk on this earth. Graduation and the hope of a future. I waited to look at it. I couldn't bring myself to walk into the pain; the endless sea of grief. But I look and I laugh and I remember. He was so loved. Such a humble young man; so missed. I hear stories from those around us of interactions with Elijah and my heart soars. Isn't that what every mama wants to hear? Stories of your boy and the beauty he left behind. He wasn't perfect. ... 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
Are You Hurting? He Longs To Hold You.
Today is Day #14 of Radiation. He is half way through Chemo. The side effects have been minimal. . .up until now. This week they have begun to wield their wrath. It began with a metallic taste and now has moved to no taste or having a foul taste. This is a man who rarely, if at all, complains. Ok, rarely, if at all speaks. But he rarely complains. He pushes on no matter what. He is driven; in work, faith, commitment. There is a danger in this. Success of treatments needs a healthy body. He needs to eat and drink. Today I will begin trying ... View Post
I Am Not Sure I Want A Clean Slate
The new year came. 2014 came with a tick of a moment. A beat. Much like the moment; the beat, that stopped the night our son was killed. 2014 a new beginning, a clean slate; one I don't want so clean. I don't want to chose a word, or make resolutions. ... View Post
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