I had a different post in mind for today. Yet, this one seemed to say more of my thoughts today. Remembering. The journey after losing your mom is quite the dance. It is deep breaths and sunny days. It is prayer and remembering. It is bitter tears and missing. It is all these things. Miss you Mom. Here is a re-post from May 7, 2016. Dear Mom, So many times I have picked up the phone to call. My heart hurts missing Elijah. Yet you reign with him on high. It was April vacation. I missed our time together. It was always so much warmer at your house. Such a perfect time to ... View Post
I Step Out on the Porch
I step out on the porch. Winter has begun to release it's hold. I hang the laundry. Piece by piece. I breathe in; longing for Spring. The sky is overcast. The 3 days of sunshine earlier this week were tempting us with it's warmth. I feel heavy today. It's been a fun week. I should feel elated and rested. The kids have been home and their schedules very relaxed. I continue to hang laundry. I hear sirens sounds; louder and louder. I pray. I think about my first born. I breathe in sharply. I must have subconsciously heard those sirens that night. I want to weep. I look at ... View Post
Fourth of July Baby!
She liven's up a room. Her eyes twinkle when she smiles. She's passionate and caring. She was born on the fourth of July. She's the youngest of six. She has a will like iron. She's my daughter. A gift. A treasure. When God sent her to us, He knew I would need this spit fire. I would need the challenge to keep going. To get up to care for her needs. To laugh at her antics. To dig for patience over her daily melt downs. When grief becomes your companion there are dark, dark days. Even with the King of Kings is on the throne. Even when the promise of Eternal life ... 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
Giving Thanks for What the Almighty has Provided Day #24 of Thanksgiving
They came together. Two very different people groups. To celebrate the basic necessity of food. Giving thanks. . . to God; for the struggle, the abundance. There were no nationality lines drawn; they were transcended. The first Thanksgiving. May this day be about deep gratitude to God for his gracious provision. May we think on those today that walk in darkness. That live in fear. That have suffered much at the hands of a brutal government. May our thoughts remain focused on the One who will one day make all things right. Until that day, may we pray, go, serve, and be ... View Post
Sunshine Spilled Over
Sunshine spilled over on Resurrection Sunday. Warmth. Family. Food. The empty tomb. The Cross set before us. A symbol. Hope. What was meant for evil. God meant for good. Sometimes you can't help but embrace the bad to understand the good. 2 years and 8 months. A journey to walk with purpose. Seeking to discover, under the shadow of His wing. Ever longing for all to be made right. The tomb is empty. The Savior Risen. The hope of all Nations for a broken people. The sun beats down on us at my sister in laws. Her family walking the grief road. The first Easter ... View Post
