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30 Days of Thankfulness, I’m Still Processing, Day #5

I'm still processing. People ask me how we're doing. You know they care. They look you in the eye. They ask you that deep question. How are you? Most of the time I say, "I'm still processing." Last night our girls, with the Vermont Youth Dancers, had the opportunity to perform on the stage at Spruce Peak Performing Arts Center. What an amazingly great opportunity. It's been just the distraction we've needed. Watching the girls do what they LOVE.   (There are still tickets available!!!! Just go to Spruce Peak Performing Arts in Stowe!) But it's also about being ... View Post

30 Days of Thankfulness I Can Not Keep Silent

I can not keep silent. My heart overflows. Gratitude. Praise. Our language with God. Power. Light. Heat. Laundry. Warmth. So grateful.  We've been with out power since early Monday morning. Our barns are destroyed. We are facing decisions of huge proportion. Yet, today; my heart is grateful. We will walk in grace. We will praise God for his provision. We will trust Him for our next steps. Thank you for walking this journey with us. Thank you for your encouragement. Your generosity is too much to process.  Thank you for giving us hope. Please join us in #30 Days of ... View Post

Whoa! We Didn’t See This Coming. . . But God Did

The stars are brilliant. The sky a sea of twinkling lights. Clear and bright. In sharp contrast to the deafening wind. It howls and roars. It is relentless in it's mission. The house shakes with the gusts. At times the sound as if a freight train. I lie in bed wondering if we should head to the basement. Sounds, foreign to us, explode in the night. Just before 3 the power goes out. I walk through the darkness tracking down the breeze. I place a chair under the knob to the cellar door. I examine everything else as the wind continues its war on the outside. Hesitantly, I wake my ... View Post

Disjointed, Out of Sorts and Crabby

Things feel disjointed and out of sorts. We are in need of hired help. Farm chores take all day. There is little time for rest for my farmer. I am not as gentle as I should be. I feel crabby a lot. A really good friend went to see Jesus after a dance with cancer. She was light and fun. We raised kids together. She loved Jesus. She loved her family. She loved Creation and all the wonders there in. I ache for her family. I ache because I miss her. I ache because she knows what I don't yet. I ache because she's with my Lijy and others that have gone on ahead. Things feel ... View Post

I Love This Farm

I Love this Farm; and the Farmer who lives here.  There is no place I'd rather be. The open fields, rushing waters, looming mountains, display the majesty of God beautifully. Here, I sense the very presence of God even when I feel far, far away.                 Psalm 19:1 The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.   Ephesians 6:18 And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for ... View Post

That Farmer of Mine

I lean into that farmer of mine. The tears flow freely; the ache piercing. Its not fair I say. I don't like this plan. I want to cook for him, hear his voice, look into the deep blue eyes. I want to know how he is doing and dance at his wedding. I want to pick up his dirty clothes and fight with him. Fighting with him was like sparring. Engaging, mentally challenging and exhausting all at once. That dear farmer of mine wraps me tight in those long arms. He holds me while I release the pent up tears. Tears I have tried to not shed for months now. Feeling like I am a burden to ... View Post