She sits beside me. We bow our heads. This German daughter of mine. We say the Lord's Prayer. "Our Father. . ." She prays in German. My heart. One day. . . Every knee should bow and tongue confess. One day the language will all be the same. No more barriers. Philippians 2:11 And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. No tears. No heartache. One day. I long for that day. My soul grows weary with the ache around us. Children dying. Trade Wars. Border issues. Marriage Covenants broken. Hurt. Ache. I can not ... View Post
Bonus Day, Day #24 of Thanksgiving
Bonus Day! The Saturday after Thanksgiving . On the farm the Holidays are just like any other day. The chores need to be done twice a day. There's milking, clean up chores, feeding and checking on animals. A holiday doesn't stop the work. But my farmer will try to get in a little earlier so it's a treat! A bonus Day! AND he will also try to get in a little earlier the day after Thanksgiving so we can begin to decorate this old farmhouse! The kids bicker and fight. The youngest farm girl is out of sorts. I wonder how we'll make it through. They holler and throw angry words out. The ... View Post
It’s Time. . . Continued
He's not coming back. No matter how much I want him. 37 months today. How can that be? A glorious sunrise over the Mountain. Ushering another day. No matter how many nights I agonize over his death. He's not coming back. The youngest longs for her own space. Desires solitude. Much like her brother in so many ways. She moves some of her belongings to his room. She then asks me. This is not the first time. She has tried before to move into that space. The space painted and decorated for my first born son. A labor of love by his God father, Harold. My hopes and dreams. Now ... View Post
She’s Nineteen Today
There were 10 at the table. Not really planned. Evolved. And I was so content. Laughter. So many talking at once. Full. You see. Sometimes hard things come so fast and furious. Stepping into joy becomes work. You expect heartache. You expect things to not go right. So when joy shows up at the farmhouse table it catches me by surprise. We were celebrating the college girl a day early. Celebrating life. The day she entered this world. I marvel at this young woman. Courageous and strong. Willing to take risks. Beautiful. Fun. She loves fiercely. Things ... View Post
Do You Ever Feel Like You’re Just Spinning Plates?
You know that time, just before the sunrise? When there seems to be a hush. Time stands still before the day break. Yeah. I missed it. I slept until 6:41. I woke with a splitting headache. I wanted to burrow back under the covers. You see. I love to sleep. I LOVE to go to bed. I look forward all day to going to bed. I may have written about this once or twice. I love to climb in to bed. Book in hand. Words woven into story or thought before me. Quiet. A time when it's ok to ... View Post
The Boys
The farm boy; my only boy. I used to say boys. A moment; forever changed. My brothers, always called "the boys." Mom's words echo; "have you talked to the boys?" Grown men with families. The boys. Naturally I began to call my sons; the boys. I loved calling them that. I loved having 2 boys. They fought. Tousling. Angry. Dominance. Fists clenched. War. Strength. Awful. Until. Maturity. Alliance. Friendship. Early on it was as cohorts against ... View Post
