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Even in the Rush. . . We Can Slow it Down

The sun shone this weekend.  For the whole weekend.  There were no extra activities.  Time seemed to slow. No rushing.  Dinner with friends.  The farm boy playing music.  Time with my farmer.  There was hand holding.  Time to talk.  Slow.  Last minute guests at the guest house.  Sheets on the line.  Book work.  Time for listening and dreaming.  A fire at my partner in crime's home.  Coffee. Slow. Soaking in the sun.  Compost delivery.  A ride in the truck to visit neighbors.  No ... View Post

When I Couldn’t See

My dearest Elijah, It is Sunday Morning.  February 28th.  It's been 31 months since you breathed your last.  I sit here by the fire aching from within.  Life continuing its ebb and flow all the while something so not right.  It is the pain a parent walks with each moment after a child has been taken.  No matter how strong my walk with God.  No matter how much faith I have; the pain remains.  You are gone.  My life here altered forever.  I think of the sunrise that Sunday morning.  The incredible grace ... View Post

Until it Was Gone

Fear just up and left.  I am not kidding.  I have felt it living in my bones.  Crippling me at times.  Needing to grasp and hold on tightly.  The moment one of the kids gets into the car.  When they are gone for long periods of time.  When they want to go to a friends.  The constant need for a call; to be in touch.  To hear their voice.  Secretly wanting them all in the house.  In their rooms.  Going no where.  It has paralyzed me.  And I didn't even know it.  Looking back,  it began the ... View Post

Two and half years of Missing, Two and a Half Years of Much Grace

Two and a half years.  The beautiful words of remembrance, faded away.  Time passing.  Life moving forward.  Memories; a gift.  The Lord's sweet provision.  A gift to be treasured.  A legacy of photo's.  God made sure there were pieces to hold on to.  A heart full of memories.  I still don't like this plan.  My whole being longs for a different path.  But that is not to be.  So, with my whole heart I will praise the One who calls me by ... View Post

My Name is Tammy and I Make my Bed Everyday

I haven't showered.  Laundry is piled on the floor.  Book work stacked on the table and in piles.  It's tax time you know.  And the beat of that clock is ticking.  I can feel it.  I make my bed.  Yes.  In the middle of all the chaos.  There is one thing.  Constant.  I make my bed.  What does that say about me?  I am sure psycho therapists would have a field day.  Of all the things that need to get done.  I make my bed.  Every day.  With out fail.  I wash my sheets too.  Almost ... View Post

Reaching for More

2016. It's here.  With marching orders.  Time.  Progressing.  At an ever increasing speed.  Yet constant.  Away from all that I know.  Further.  Towards the unknown.  Time.  I am glad 2015 is over.  2 dear friends; gone to be with Jesus.  A nephew.  A father of 4 and a former colleague.  Sometimes I can't face the loss.  It seems that it comes so quickly.  The weight.  You feel.  For others.  But 2015 also held graduation for our now college girl.  Visits from ... View Post