We have another permitted driver in the house. The boy who struggles in school, scored 100% on the test. A better score than all 3 of his older siblings. Driving is natural for him. He drove a standard home from the test. He's been at it since he was small. So much like his father. I think there will be a little lady just like him. Like the ladies before her. They start them young on the farm. Proverbs 22:6 Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not ... View Post
The Farm Boy Left Behind
He loves to be out doors. Always has. He'd cry when the farmer was heading out. We'd strategize how long he could stay outside. When his nap should be. Often it was taken with a grease rag pillow; somewhere in the tractor. Wanting to be with his father. Longing to be close to the earth. Now he races tracks on this land. He tills and toils and lifts and creates, Jumps and turns. It exhausts him. He pushes his muscles and expends the relentless energy. So committed. Yet, still so ... View Post
Seeing The Wonder
I walk onto the field. It's the first home game. The first time I have walked onto this field since Elijah played. My friend is with me. She who has walked with me and supported me. Surprisingly, a sense of peace washes over me. I was blessed. So blessed by my son. I loved watching his team play. I think back to the day Caleb brought those sticks to the house. I didn't even know what the sport was. The kids loved it. Lacrosse became their game. I smile remembering. I look ... View Post
Laughing In The Graveyard
The boy leaves me undone. Most days are difficult. Each word is poison and I can't begin to help him. He's lost a brother. Dealt with his beloved father being so sick and he's 14. I would come unglued. He's still fragile in the faith. And he's lashing out. But sometimes there are glimpses of what is to come. The veil pulled back and the blue eyes shine. There is humor and there is a sensitivity, so like his fathers. But this growing and stretching is hard on me. So when there is a calm. I embrace it. When ... View Post
Honoring Those Who Served. . .Day #11 of Thankfulness
You won't wear the uniform. The pride that ran so deep never to be experienced. Life ended so abruptly Dreams shattered Cuts like a knife The memories; all that are left It is Veteran's Day And the Birthday of the Marines. This is the uniform that I hold in my heart now. It will be forever etched in my mind. Right there in that moment your present and future mingled. Yet your future never to be. And the grace that is given this side of eternity leaves me once again undone. We are given the Marine Flag. Cedric heads to the woods. He returns with a Cedar post for a ... View Post
Even in Death The Single Socks Haunt Me. . . Day # 6 of Thankfulness
It's the missing that stops me short. The desire to see him. To chat before he falls asleep. I sit on the edge of his bed. I close my eyes. Oh, how can this be? I shake my head and look around the room. What do I do now? Pack up all his things? Relegate his life to a box? My weary heart is not ready for this. Proverbs 3:5-6 Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight. I pick up the pile ... View Post
