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The Words Have Not Flowed

The words have not flowed. I struggle to quiet myself long enough to write. So much has been happening. I delve into the Psalms and scripture longing to string thoughts together. Nothing comes. The pages remain blank. There was a starkness in my heart as the Winter progressed. The snow fell. Temperatures fell well below zero. Many days our boiler was out. We didn't have enough wood. I was cold. Our toilet stopped flushing and we have had to bucket flush for months. Milk prices continued to fall. The bank would not lend us any more money to finish the barn. Months had passed ... View Post

Choosing to Remember; Half a Century

Today, I remember. Here it is. I am half a century old today. When I turned 45 I lost my mother, my son, farmer was diagnosed with cancer and we lost a nephew.   Here I am 5, years later.  I really can not count for these 5 years. I mark them by, a year since mom died; 2  years since Elijah's been gone. Now it will be 5 years. I also mark time by counting God's faithfulness: Remember when our wood sheds were filled for the entire winter, and then my farmer was diagnosed with cancer? Remember when the ache of missing was so great and someone sent us away overnight. Remember when the ... View Post

Small Town Living – Community

Small town living.  Community.  A fun reminder today of the uniqueness of this place we call home. The sun shone brightly. The temperatures tipped the scale at 34! The wind ceased it's assault and for moments it felt warm. I hung my sheets to dry. The change isn't here yet. But soon. Very soon the wind will shift and bring the warmer air. Some brave birds have taken up their chorus of welcome I head to the local market. Still fairly new, I marvel at how quickly I can get there. I drop the farm girls off at the Middle School, and head over to the store. I think of the years this ... View Post

Finding Your Purpose

How can this be Your purpose? I stare at your picture and I still wonder, how can it be? How can you be gone? I look at your lop sided smile and the ache reaches the core of my being. For a moment I have to catch my breath. All seems to spin wildly. I miss you my boy. I miss you deeply. You were so handsome. So much still to come. I wrestle daily with the missing. Choosing to step each moment in grace. Knowing that God is working his purpose.  His purpose for good.     Yes. Even this devastating tragedy. Even in this loss. God is working things together for ... View Post

I’m Not Sure I’m Supposed to Understand

We're home from Parris Island. Our second farm boy graduated from Marine Boot Camp. He is living our Oldest Farm Boy's dream. You see our two boys were so different. Each with a heart to serve; just in different ways. And there's just so much I don't understand. I'm not sure I'm supposed to understand. Why does a handsome, hard working red head hit a telephone pole in the middle of the night and never come home? Why did his hopes and dreams to serve our country die with him? I'm not sure I'm supposed to understand. Why would the youngest farm boy start his own career and suddenly ... View Post

When Your Day Goes South

My day started off pretty decent before it went South. Coffee.  The Ancient Word. A few moments of quiet. Then the derailing began.  Just little things, here and there. I prayed.  I tried to surrender each thing. Then I was blind sided. We took a hit here on the farm that we weren't expecting. My flesh reared it's ugly head. I wanted to lash out. My farmer wanted to lash out. But, he, in His wisdom spoke truth.  Here we are facing another hurdle. Another slam in the face of all that we've gone through. But you know what? I feel relieved.  A burden seems to be lifted. While ... View Post