We dance the dance of life. The newly engaged daughter tries on wedding gowns and we laugh and make new memories. The years flash before me as I watch her walk out in dress after dress. Seeking the perfect match. Searching. Waiting. Hoping. Her dreams are before her. Time, continues to march on. A new journey. Hope. I look at these children of ours. One married with two children. Making a difference in this world teaching. One, newly engaged and chasing the big bad Covid in any way she can. Another with his own business; making his own path, in his own way. The next to ... View Post
Why Do Things Feel So Weird?
It shouldn't feel weird. But it does. Easter isn't about anything but the cross. It's about a journey taken for the salvation of our souls. It's about a gift so great, all of creation is affected. Yet, here I sit. Thinking things feel weird. No church. No family gathering. Weird. How must it have felt that first Easter morning- When the sun peeked over the edge of the earth and the rays illuminated the land? The moment where you open your eyes and remember what has happened. The heaviness and ache. The first fluttering thought. The disciples and all the people had just ... View Post
A re-post on Community
I posted this 3-24-18. I'm missing these gatherings and sense of Community. Yet, there is something else happening. I hope we all notice and take note. We're being creative. There's a sense of slowness. Neighbors helping neighbors. A little more outward perspective is happening. I don't want to miss the lessons we need to learn in this time. `````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` March 24, 2018 Small town living. Community. A fun reminder today of the uniqueness of this place we call home. The ... View Post
Maybe God Thought America Needed A Reset?
Wow. It's all I can muster these days. Wow. I wonder how these days will go down in history? Will they be known as the days of selfishness and hoarding? Or will we be known for turning Panic to Peace? And Fear to Faith? Maybe America needed a reset? Will the news be filled with acts of kindness far beyond the scope of imagination? Or will we hear of greed and senseless acts of harm? As farmers, the day to day will continue. Animals need to be fed. Chores need to be done. A routine. A rhythm. A steady beat our oldest son seemed to thrive on. Our nation; our world is facing ... View Post
The Days Weigh Heavy
There's so much going on. The days weigh heavy. Decisions. Work. Finances. Never ending. And panic rises. I feel it. I stuff and stuff. Not wanting to feel. My immune system fights off a cold. I cough. I cry. My eye is red and swollen. There is nothing easy these days. The days weigh heavy. Milk production continues to fall while our monthly cost of feed increases. Each turn is blocked. Cost versus production is high and we're slipping. Day by day. Further behind. A train wreck inevitable. We're tired. We've been struggling for so long. My farmer is weary. Weary ... View Post
She’s 17 Now Too
She's 17 now too. The next to the youngest. It's taken me so long to write this post. A month actually. The words would get caught, and not flow. The reality so harsh. She's 17 now. The next to the youngest. That beautiful dancer girl. My Christmas Angel. She's 17. The same age her brother was when Jesus called him home. It's an interesting thing to live longer than your older brother. Especially when 17 is the goal. And with the age comes all the same end of High School activites and events we had just lived through with her brother. And I marvel at how time has ... View Post
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