Psalm 28:7 The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him. The dark still lingers. Coffee perked. The morning sounds beginning. My farmer and girls; still milking. The pause before the day begins. One of my favorite times of day. It is the time I feel most in tune with my Savior. The time when my heart is full. When I feel strong. It is after my feet have touched the floor. The moments where my soul has been refreshed in ... View Post
Our Perspective is Everything
I wake to a head ache. The dull, throbbing kind. It's time for milking. My farmer brings me an Advil. I fall back to sleep. When I wake again it is to moon beams streaming into the room. I glance out the window. The view breath taking. The moon; full, bright. Illuminating. I lay there for a moment. Those first few moments of waking are always difficult. I purposefully change my thoughts. 2 Corinthians 10:5 We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the ... View Post
When You’re Decking the Halls and You Feel Like Checking Out
In a moment he was gone. The police stood at my door. Accident. Death. Wake. Funeral. All words connected to my child. What do you call a parent who has lost a child? Who am I? I am broken hearted. I ache from deep within. Year 3 of Christmas without my boy. Year 4 without my mom. I am decking the halls. Playing Christmas music. Remembering. Every ornament I pull out I am reminded. His name; the year. Given by my mom. I quiet the onslaught of grief. The lights ... View Post
The Richness of Seeing Day #5 of Thankfulness
The farm boy headed to bible study. The dancer to class. My farmer was still caring for his ladies. So the youngest and I found we were alone. She had been up since 3:30 a.m. She wanted to snuggle. Such a rare gift. Knowing I love fixer, upper shows, she put on Netflix to the perfect choice. One that the older daughter had shared about on my wall just this day. We snuggled. We watched. Just the two of us. While this journey of children being in heaven and growing up and moving on is rough. It's ... View Post
Being Thankful is a Choice Day #2 of Thankfulness
Worship. An act. A response. Each Sunday for almost 48 years. Part of my life. My being. Deep within. We sing; I surrender All. I think about those words. I have surrendered my son. Not willingly. I surrendered my husband. Not willingly. . . and he was given back. I surrender all. There is a lot to that act. It is a choice. One I want to embrace. As one begins to surrender all the hurt. . . all the ache. Something happens The Act of Praise begins to ... View Post
His Room is Still Empty. . .And So Is The Tomb
His room is still empty. I climb to the top of the stairs. It has become cluttered again. . . with stuff. Stuff that isn't his. Extra baggage that doesn't belong there. Our new adventure has consumed much energy. Each time a list complete. . . another, just as long, emerges. Details begat more details. Things we hadn't noticed before, began to come to light. We were taking the time to examine. My quiet time has been filled with me talking. Me requesting. Pushing off time in the ... View Post
