They came together. Two very different people groups. To celebrate the basic necessity of food. Giving thanks. . . to God; for the struggle, the abundance. There were no nationality lines drawn; they were transcended. The first Thanksgiving. May this day be about deep gratitude to God for his gracious provision. May we think on those today that walk in darkness. That live in fear. That have suffered much at the hands of a brutal government. May our thoughts remain focused on the One who will one day make all things right. Until that day, may we pray, go, serve, and be ... View Post
Thanksgiving; In Spite of the Grief Day #23 of Thankfulness
The fire. Coffee. The Quiet. The morning greets me well. I breathe deep the peace in these moments. For soon the farmhouse will come alive. Breakfast for 7. Preparations for Thanksgiving. Much, much to be done. This is the first Thanksgiving with out my dad. In 2013 I spent my first Thanksgiving without my mom and my son. Though the enemy of our souls would love to discourage and bring us down during a time of gratitude; we will stand; on the promises given by the Giver of Life. I have cherished memories of Thanksgiving at our Grandparents. A table stretched the length of the ... View Post
Feeding My Soul Day #21 of Thankfulness
We gather together. Young and Old. To break bread. A Thanksgiving meal. Rows of tables. Rows of food. All brought together. The room hums with conversation. It is good to be together. My farmer, farm boy and Zach share their experience in Haiti. Gratitude to this body and others for their generosity. Enough funds raised to cover the entire trip. To God Be the Glory. We gather upstairs for a Hymn sing. Both the Organ and the piano. Songs chosen by the Congregants. So fun. Memories swirl of times with my Grandfather. Hymn Sings. His harmony. His faith. The sound of ... View Post
This Old Farm House Day #20 of Thankfulness
This old Farm House. With it's broken windows and peeling paint keeps us entertained. The farm boy and girls are fooling around; he slams the door; a little too hard. In the morning a rescue is made. The door is locked. So through the window and down the ladder the girls go. Surprise! We're ready for breakfast. Never a dull moment. I could go on and on about the things wrong here. Ceilings with water damage. Oh, how I long for them to be painted. Clutter. A fifty year old carpet, that I would love to remove. On and on the list goes. Until. I breathe deep. Take a look at ... View Post
Day #19 of Thankfulness
Reaching to the archives this morning. When the grief was fresh and the season of gratitude upon us. When cancer reared it's ugly head. We stood on the only rock that matters. Strength and hope graced our every move. Such a firm foundation. Deep gratitude this morning for eyes to see how we were carried. May your day be rich and full today. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ WHEN THE WIND BLOWS AND THE HOUSE SHAKES. . . DAY #19 OF THANKFULNESS November 19, 2013 Some nights I think the wind will blow this old farmhouse right to the ... View Post
It’s Today! Day #18 of Thankfulness
Today's the day! (Clarissa and I on our way home for Thanksgiving 2015) The college girl comes home. I can't wait. We've been cleaning and vacuuming. She has really bad allergies and the farm boy's dog is a little much for her. Combined with the fact that cleaning is not my favorite task; the house makes her a mess! So, my farmer got us a new HEPA vacuum. The farm girls LOVE using it. Win, win for everyone! I've been baking and planning. I want everything to be perfect for her arrival home. I want to take care of her and drink copious amounts of coffee around that farmhouse ... View Post
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