Isaiah 41:10 Don't be afraid, for I am with you. Don't be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with my victorious right hand. Words I cling to. Hope I claim. It is Sunday morning again. A morning for me that will always remain hard. The conflict of loss; the gift of the Sabbath. Yet isn't the gift of Sabbath because of death? One for all. So there might be life? Everlasting? He gave all so we could all have. The goal of Sabbath; rest. Leaning into Christ and the promise He gave with His ... View Post
10 Months Of A Road I Never Thought I Could Walk
The days move along. Time has no respect for the heart. Maybe it was designed that way. The beat steady. Unwavering. 10 months of a cadence that is unfamiliar. A longing each day for what can not be. Reaching deep for strength. The earth a glow with spring color. Matchless in it's wonder. A palette stretched with colors unimaginable. The magnitude of loss so great; it mars the beauty. So I work. I step to see. Breathe. Listen. 10 months. I remember when you were 10 ... View Post
When The Day Begins
Will the overwhelming feeling ever leave? Each morning before I wake. It is there. I fight for each thought. It is those moments I surrender. I breathe deep. Fear not for I am with you. We will make it through this day together. My God and I. He will give me the strength. He will give me eyes to see beyond the pain. He alone will guide my steps. The ache and pain. I hand over to Him. He will bring good from this mess I see. He is the source for my hope and strength. He is the calm in ... View Post
A Recipe To Lighten Anyone’s Load
They ask me to please let them go. I know I am in for a day of it if I say yes. And I know the memories will be lost forever if I say no. My little princess girls want to help their daddy in the wee hours. When the darkness is the deepest. And the Joy Thief can be relentless. When the mundane is elevated. But the farmer isn't himself and that which was once fun for him; now produces anxiety. Once there was joy when the kids wanted to get up to milk. An adventure; counting stars. Sometimes the Northern ... View Post
In The Fields I Choose To Remember
The peaceful and quiet, I seek. Stilling the rush of the urgent. Finding the space in the hush. Echoes of memories threaten the peace. I reach deeper for the still. Psalm 121:1 I lift up my eyes to the mountains— where does my help come from?My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. In the fields I choose to remember. The memories run free. The pain unleashed among the grasses green. My soul filled with ache, knows no boundaries. The sky meets the earth The presence ... View Post
Little Giggles And Big Tears. . . Filled The Gaping Hole
It's the beginning of March. And it's cold. The bone chilling, deep freeze of February hasn't lost it's grip. The farmer is so cold. He can't seem to get warm. These are just some of the changes that cancer will make. Sometimes the whole picture is just so overwhelming I can't even look. The strength to move forward waning Today I was reminded of the beauty of relationship and the power of woman being together. The beauty of grace and corporate prayer. I was reminded of sweet children and little laughs and big ... View Post
