All the kids were out. I turned on the fire. I sat. In the quiet. There was a time the quiet haunted me. Memories flooding. Ripping my soul. Tonight. The quiet; a reprieve from the days activities. We had a spontaneous lunch gathering around the farmhouse table. Folks helping out with repairs and other chores came to find nourishment on this brisk day. There is much on my heart and mind these days. The state of our country. Elections. Our regular scheduled trip to Haiti. I sit in the silence. How often Jesus withdrew to the quiet. Luke 5:16 But Jesus often withdrew to ... View Post
I Think on Water
There is still a hush over the farmhouse. The coffee is ready. A new day is on the horizon. The rain has fallen steadily in the night. So needed. My farmer's sister and family have been without water for over a month. I think on water as I take that first sip of hot coffee. Besides grieving the loss of her son, walking with cancer, praying for a miracle for her daughters heart; she now carries laundry to all her family. An offering. The little she has to offer. A soul weary from the trials of this world. We wash, dry and fold; offer the little back to her that we can. Her ... View Post
Rich Laughter at 3 a.m. Day #2 of Thankfulness
It's 3 a.m. The early morning sky brilliant. There is still a hush over the farmhouse as the youngest farm girls make their way down the stairs. One lingers at the coffee maker. So, like her mom. My farmer meets them at the door. Their day has begun. Together they will make memories, milk cows, and measure time in groups. Gratitude pours over my being. Gifts of daughters and their dad. A bond so rich and full. There are laughter and smiles. Stories to tell as they make their way in for breakfast. Hunger gnawing at their insides. The smell of bacon and potatoes ... View Post
Are You Really Ready?
They're building at the accident site. Someone has put a Quilt Show sign right in front of the pole. I am sure they have no idea that the heart of a 17 year old ceased to beat in that space. That the ground holds his blood. But the sacredness of that space is temporal. His spirit was gathered in a cloud and whisked to the holy of holy's. Reigning now with the King of all Kings. A life time is being lived while part of me still remains; there. She looks me in the eyes. This wise teenager. So different from the others. Sensitive. Stylish. Hard working. She leans over and says ... View Post
You Can Go – You Can Even Go, by Staying
It's raining. It's lightening. Folks are huddled under sheets of tin. Already bashed from the effects of Hurricane Matthew; they are weary. What can you do? I sense it in my farmers voice. I read between the lines in his texts. There's so much devastation. People are on the side of the road hollering for food. Trucks are being stopped and raided to take the food. There are road blocks. A broken people, in a broken nation; hurting. And even going seems like it's not enough. Why do the battered and broken keep receiving the blows? What should our response be? My farmer and ... View Post
Walking Through- It Has to be Done
It never goes away you know. The ache. The missing. It's always there. Always. A piece of you. Your child. Gone. It never leaves me. Ever. I think about him all the time. I wonder what he'd be doing. How he would react to something. Yes. Life is ebbing forward. Time. All held in the palm of the hand of the One who called that time into space. We lost our nephew a year ago today. The heart wrenching loss. My farmer's youngest sister. Now a part of the exclusive club no one wants to join. A year since his kids have been wrapped in his loving embrace. Sometimes I can't ... View Post
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