The sun shone this weekend. For the whole weekend. There were no extra activities. Time seemed to slow. No rushing. Dinner with friends. The farm boy playing music. Time with my farmer. There was hand holding. Time to talk. Slow. Last minute guests at the guest house. Sheets on the line. Book work. Time for listening and dreaming. A fire at my partner in crime's home. Coffee. Slow. Soaking in the sun. Compost delivery. A ride in the truck to visit neighbors. No ... View Post
Celebrating my Farmer
He hangs yellow ribbons. This farmer of mine. He texts the college girl on her way home. She's on a bus headed our way. "He'll tie a yellow ribbon round the Old Oak Tree." She needs to look up the lyrics. You tube will show her what her parents have neglected. We pull into the driveway. There are yellow ribbons. I wonder at it. Had I missed these before I left. She gradually unfolds the story. I marvel at the gesture. Yellow ribbons and a song to welcome his daughter home. His quiet ... View Post
When I Couldn’t See
My dearest Elijah, It is Sunday Morning. February 28th. It's been 31 months since you breathed your last. I sit here by the fire aching from within. Life continuing its ebb and flow all the while something so not right. It is the pain a parent walks with each moment after a child has been taken. No matter how strong my walk with God. No matter how much faith I have; the pain remains. You are gone. My life here altered forever. I think of the sunrise that Sunday morning. The incredible grace ... View Post
The Journey Home
Tonight. They return. They've been gone a week. Half my family. Serving. Working. Sweating. Giving. Loving. In the Name of Jesus. To a people in need. I have missed them. Their journey home, begun. While they will long to be home; a piece of them will always remain in Haiti. I have not shared their experience. I am praying for understanding and wisdom. To hear their words. To see into their souls. I am looking forward to the ... View Post
When the Quiet Still Hangs in the Air
While the early morning quiet still hung in the air. The phone rang. Love on the line from Haiti. A quick hello and good bye. While the news blares Presidential Candidate updates and tolerance and intolerance are debated. A group is in Haiti. Sharing, loving, building, sweating in the name of Jesus. The noon time heat is intense. So they chose to get to work early. They headed to the boys home to build a Safe-T home. Temporary shelter for a people longing for a home. New beginnings; glimmers ... View Post
And. . . They’re Off!
It's the coldest night we've had so far. There was much on the farm to be done. Much to do before they could go. To a people in need. There is winterizing the well. Because cows can not live with out water. There are instructions and lists to be made. Nieces and High School students willing to help. To rise before dawn in the bitter cold. To serve. And to think my farmer is letting it all go. He is willing to push aside the anxiety. The fear of something going wrong. To go. To head to a people made in ... View Post
