The Last Day. . . I snapped this picture on July 27, 2013. The college girl and youngest farm boy were headed to a week of camp. That oldest farm boy leaned in the car window and hugged his brother. I captured the moment. Little did I know it would be a gift. It was the Last day those boys would see each other. A week later I returned to pick up those kids from camp. That youngest farm boy headed straight for the fields. His restless being and love for farming propelled him to jump right in. The oldest farm boy had gone off on a shoot with a friend and his dad. My farmer headed ... View Post
The God Who Sees Our Need, and Provides
He speaks of God's provision. Our Pastor. My mind drifts. (this is not uncommon) Abraham's willingness to listen; to do the hard things. Genesis 22 (Yes. The whole chapter. It is a nail biter) He brought his son. His beloved son to be sacrificed. His ONLY son. His prayed for son. Obedience. He didn't question God. Yet, when his son Isaac asked the question, "Hey, dad, where is the lamb for the sacrifice?" I am sure many things went flying through his thoughts. We don't know what those were. We only know what he said. "God, himself, will provide the lamb." God will provide ... View Post
If You Only Had 5 Days Left; Would You Do Anything Differently?
He had only 5 days left here on this earth. For in the early hours of July 28, 2013 he would meet his Savior. I wasn't there. He left home excited to see his girl friend. He looked into my eyes; those baby blues. He said, "Bye, don't worry." The next time I saw him, he was still; lifeless, in a pine box. I live each day without my oldest son. I work each day to seek the good God has given to us. Grief never leaves. It's here to stay. But what I do with that grief is my choice. With God's help I am learning to trust, to live, to praise. My eyes flutter open to the ... View Post
It’s Just a Lacrosse Net. Really.
It's just a Lacrosse net. Really. 12 years of a net. Here in the yard. Evenings of tossing, throwing, yelling, fighting. . . . A game introduced to us by the oldest farm girls High School flame. A man now -whom we love and adore. He brought Lacrosse to our family. He purchased tiny lacrosse sticks and tossed balls with those two farm boys. A love grew. Both boys played. So did the college girl. The High School flame brought over his net when he was finished with his High School lacrosse career. Such a great gift! That oldest farm boy bought a new net. He ... View Post
Rain, Rain, Go Away!
The rain! The gloom. It's been our constant companion! A random day of sunshine here or there. It's cold, damp and down right depressing. Discouraging. I watch my farmer push through. I do the complaining. I do the whining. He just works. Steady. Reliable. Through whatever comes his way. This rain doesn't seem to rock him. He's tired. He's weary. But he doesn't stop. The cows get milked. He lets the wee ones run with their mama's. Despite the mud everywhere the young ladies still find time to huddle. What are they up to? Plotting to take out the nearest fence, most ... View Post
Hot Coffee in my Cup and the Smell of Lilac’s
This tree. Planted before I was born. Blooming each year; but one. It seemed to know. It too, over come with grief. The loss of the oldest farm boy was too much. Each year since. It has gained strength. More blossoms. Richer, fuller. Beautiful. The day dawns warm. A welcome relief from the cold and dampness that has permeated the weather this Spring. The farm boy and his dog rock in the hammock. The early morning sounds; peaceful. With hot coffee in hand I linger on the porch. The Lilacs are just about to pop. Their heady scent; blissful. My mom and a sweet, sweet ... View Post
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