I thought it would stop. All the negativity. It hasn't. The name calling; by the very people who wish to not be called names. I don't, and can't understand the mentality. We are more than this. My parents taught me, "If you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say it at all." That practice seems to be only pertinent when your candidate wins office. I long for unity. I long for no name calling; on either side. I long for there not to be sides. Differences. Yes. They challenge us; teach us. But no sides. We can learn from each other. No matter how different. There is ... View Post
I Don’t Fear the Quiet. . . . Day #5 of Thankfulness
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
I’ve Veered Off the Path Day #3 of Thankfulness
Federal Inspections. They're nerve racking. They run between a few dates. You have to be ready. The field man comes ahead of time. He shows you areas of trouble. Areas that can be of concern. Shipping milk is our life. If we are shut down it would be disastrous. Things are so tight; there's no room for error. My farmer takes this all in stride. I stress. I am not a stresser. But lately I feel that way. Everything makes me jumpy or wigged out. The inspectors come. We pass with flying colors. A perfect score to be exact. I wish I had spent my time differently. Not so ... View Post
Do You Really Trust He Will?
I trust God. Trusting God has been part of my life as along as I remember. Yielding. Each moment. Routine. Grace. Now. It's the trusting that he will, that is hard. I know he can. But will he? This is a struggle. This is how my life is impacted by the loss of a son. I have new family dynamics. Who is the Oldest? The second born? The Youngest boy is now the Oldest boy; and is so messed up and painful and hard. It's messy and dirty and loud and heart wrenching. I can't sort it out or make it make sense. And each time I lean in to trust there's a piece of me that says he ... View Post
Lots of Celebrating in Heaven
He'd be 74 today. His birthday so close to his first grandchild. Today. They celebrate together. In heaven. Life has been full here. School starting. College girl back to school. The oldest farm girl leaving those sweet farmettes to impart knowledge on the next generation. The farm boy restless again. Searching. Stretching. The younger two growing. Blossoming. Here I am in this sea of emotions. Swept along. Washing clothes, planning meals, doing bookwork. Discovering a quiet house every once in a while. A strange sound. Today, I think on my dad. I miss him. The whole ... View Post
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