I am a mama who lost her mama. Nine years of cancer. The final stages. Brutal. You say death with dignity? Yes. My mama endured pain; with grace. She clung to her Jesus. Knowing He knew her name. Knowing He would call her name when time. We; her children; grew strong. We cared for this mama of ours. We guided our dad as the memory thief silently crept in. We watched our mama as her systems shut down. We watched her stand in the Powerful name of Jesus, with arms lifted high at her grandchild's baptism. We ... View Post
Reconstructing
Reconstructing. Each day. How to do dinner. What the table looks like. His car in the driveway. All how to live without my son. Each day.Learning. The path. God has ordained. Not my will. But His. And so I learn. While my heart misses. I open my heart to the will of the Father. A young teen plays Elijah's drum set at church. A young man unaware of the story. Playing to Worship. The same God. All for His Glory. So I learn, to trust more. Rest where there is chaos. Quiet when ... View Post
Calves! They’re Everywhere!
Sunshine spilled over the mountain this morning. Cool mornings force us to use heat. Hot coffee awaits me as I stumble to the kitchen. I run the schedule through my head. I beat eggs and try not to burn toast. I burn eggs and the toast is safe. I continue the run through of the schedule. There's school work and book work. Calves need to be feed. Oh those calves! They're everywhere! Calves always mean Spring here on the farm. The Winter is shedding it's skin. Milk production will return to a ... View Post
Encouragement on This Holiest of Nights
On the Holiest night of the year, I was given a gift. The child within moved. In the hospital room at 11:48 on Christmas Eve 2002, a child was brought forth. Christiana Shirley Davis. A little over a year after her namesake met Jesus. A Grammie she would never know. Yet, as she grew she would tell us she knew her. And I wonder if deep down her soul did know her? That before the Lord of the Universe sent her to us, Grammie Shirley didn't reach down and kiss that sweet angelic face and whisper words of encouragement. Because ... View Post
I Ponder These Things
13 years ago I sat in the wee hours of the morning. Bathed in the twinkling Christmas lights. Hope wrapped inside; heavy with child. Nights uncomfortable. Seeking solace in the quiet. Pondering. So different from my walk today. A Christmas child. Due at any moment. What did Mary feel as she carried the Hope of all Nations? What was it like that night when all hung in balance as the Incarnate became Flesh? Isaiah 9:6 For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the ... View Post
A little Late But So Grateful Day # 20 of Thankfulness
I'm weary. 500 plus miles in a little over 24 hours. A baptism. Family time. Photo shoots. All time, marching on. I'm powerless to stop it. Living needs to continue. Change. Hard. Inevitable. Hebrews 6:19 We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain, My hope is secure I still don't like this change. But I need to press on. 30 Days of Thankfulness~ I am thankful for: Moments with my dad new life the waters of ... View Post
