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Breakdowns!

So many breakdowns! It seems like every time I turn around there is something broken, something not working, something in need of repair. It can get downright discouraging. My farmer and coffee buddy have the skills to fix almost all of these repairs. They're amazing. It's fascinating to sit and watch them. They talk back and forth. An idea. A thought. An angle. Always coming to a conclusion to solve the problem. I am in awe of this ability. It is almost holy. The ability to figure out how things work. How was it built? Often their limitations rest not in solving the problem, ... View Post

Remembering

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

It Snowed. . . Again

It snowed. . .Again. Big fluffy flakes that stuck to the ground. The problem is, is it's April. The end of April-not the beginning. I'd prefer sunshine and warmth. I long to see Spring flowers and buds on the trees. This weather is down right frustrating. Yet no matter where I turn it's beautiful.  A clean, white covering. This kind of snow is different. It doesn't last long. Birds carry on their chatter as if to protest the event. Water drips from everywhere. It's too warm to make icicles. I marvel at it all. A fresh new start. No foot prints. . . yet. Clean. Our lives ... View Post

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