The wind whipped, snow swirled. A real snow storm. Winter Storm. We stoked the outdoor fires and turned on the indoor soapstone. So grateful for home during a storm. Soup simmered on the stove. Banana bread baked. Anything to try to keep this old farmhouse warm. I sat in the dark and quiet. I listened to the sounds of the winter storm. The rattling windows, the wind in the trees, the plow making its rounds. The cows will stay in tonight and my farmer will wake in the night to check on everyone. He'll make sure the fires are hot and then, only then will he crawl back ... View Post
30 Days of Thankfulness, Day #9 Hey There, How Are You Really Doing?
So, How are you really doing today? Really. Are you content? Have you thought about it? When was the last time you sat for a quiet moment? Have you rushed from work to games, to dinner, to bed? Have you had time to even think? Yeah. I think we all get it. A race through time. Days full. Demand high. And we're just thankful to have made it through with little going wrong. I want to break that mode. I don't want life dictating to me my schedule. I've fought so hard against the tide. My soul longs for peace. For family dinners. Spontaneous drives. These over scheduled, ... View Post
What Is This Longing I Feel Deep In My Soul?
I feel the longing, deep in my soul. I haven't felt that ache in a long time. It is gripping and searing hot. Photos of mom. Mother's Day. A beautiful post by Ann Voskamp. The searing, hot feeling lingers. The tears slip down my cheek. Oh, how I miss my mom. I long to see her. Her last months on this earth were agonizing. The ravages of cancer took her appetite, strength and voice. Yet it never touched her spirit. Confined to a wheel chair do to lack of strength, she stood, with arms raised high to praise our God at her grandsons baptism. Her spirit was a gift. Her ... View Post
Winter is Still Here
I multi task. I used to do that much better. Now. I am often distracted. Yet, here I am. Sauteing the Garlic and onions. They sizzle and pop. I stir another pot filled with savory chicken and rice soup. The kitchen warmth radiates on this cold morning. The day is expected to get warmer. A break from the brutal wind and harsh cold of this winter. We're knee deep in taxes. The farmhouse table oozing with files and statements. I dislike this month. Even though it is the shortest. For some reason it seems to crawl at a snails pace. Winter clutches with vengeance. The sun remains ... View Post
The Daily Grind
The Daily Grind. The same. Yet different. The alarm goes off. I snuggle closer to my farmer. These days have been so long and hard. Winters grip is tight. Wood is not burning. I lay my hands on my farmers shoulder as he awakes and silently pray that all he touches today will have success. He rises without a sound. His day has begun. It's 3:15 am. Before he heads to the barn he will make my coffee and bow his knee to the Giver of Life. He will check the boiler here to make sure the fire is going strong. Then and only then will he head to the barn. Once there the daily ... View Post
Just For A Moment
Just for a moment I am alone. I play one of my favorite cd's. It is quiet. And just for a moment I let my self remember. For a moment I am a mom of 6 again. Just for a moment. I let the tears fall as the quiet permeates my soul. These days have been so full. Teens laughing and filling our farmhouse table as our German daughter prepares to head back to her home country. College students home and visiting and it's been wonderful. But just for a moment they're all out. I cry the tears that have been on the surface for weeks. They fall Hot. Wet. This ebbing forward of ... View Post
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