I read cook books like they are novels. I love them. Especially ones with pictures. I often just look at the pictures and won't use the recipe. I may glance at the ingredients. I am finicky too. If it has too many ingredients, I won't cook it. My brother on the other hand. He is amazing. He will make fun stuff that tastes so good. Like Hot Weinies, just like the locals make. I need it to be simple, quick; what I have on hand. Mostly I have been a meat and potatoes girl. Lately, I have branched out. It began with ... View Post
Unexpected Quiet; Seeking Lessons in Lent
I hear the quiet. It is not a familiar sound. I fight to fill the void. This old farmhouse echoes with laughter and "busyness" most of the time. But for the moment it is quiet. The laundry, dishes, bills and getting ready for church vie for first place. The farmer rests. His evening sleep often interrupted by the demon of worry and anxiousness spinning tales while his body seeks rest. Even when you know where you are going; worry can still get you. John 14:2-3 In my Father's house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And ... View Post
Why Do We Hold Our Burdens Tight?
We celebrate my farmer's birthday. The first without Elijah. It is so hard and feels so wrong. We leave the farm. We head to meet Chelsea, Adam and Lilah. We spend time together in a mall. I watch my farmer. What makes my farmer so depressed? Why won't the medicine take effect? It there something metabolically wrong? Something like electrolytes; a quick fix. We go to the doctors. She looks at us. My farmers blood work is good. His body is doing what it should. She tells us what we already know; but forget. We've been through a lot. Grieving ... View Post
Even When I Feel Alone. . . He Is There
They came to the farm. We knew little of what was happening. Never had any idea of the magnitude of the gift. They were there to serve. Quietly. And today. When there is still snow on the ground, when depression's clutches dig deep; when the wind blows causing temperatures to plunge to freezing, we are reminded of the gift. Reminded that the farmer does not have to go each day to forage for wood. It is there. Piled high. It is grace. All wrapped in a beautiful package. When those pieces of love were cut and stacked, there was no diagnosis of cancer. There was just deep heartache and ... View Post
When You’re Behind Before The Day Has Even Started
The dishwasher hums because I forgot to start it last night. The washing machine whirls because for some reason it stopped full of water. Sometimes our water pressure isn't strong enough and it will stop mid cycle. So I start the dishwasher, get the washing machine going. And I already feel behind. There is laundry and a bag to fill. There is quiet to find and bills to pay; children to teach, a farmer to love. We all have the pull of the urgent. The feeling of being behind. We are defeated before we even start. Steven Curtis Chapman's ... View Post
Leaning Into The Leprechauns: Somedays It’s Just Do The Next Thing
Years of teaching leaves me with traditions that promote the creativity in the young ones. It's Saint Patrick's Day Eve. There are traps to make. Catching a Leprechaun takes over all their senses. There is pure delight. I have relished every year of watching the traps being built. Such ingenuity. Some more glamorous than others. Those silly creatures turn over the chairs and tear the room apart. And always leave a Pot O' Gold. The milk turns green. Last year the resident redhead discovered even the toilet ... View Post
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