Davis Farm and Guest House

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I Step Out on the Porch

I step out on the porch. Winter has begun to release it's hold. I hang the laundry. Piece by piece. I breathe in; longing for Spring. The sky is overcast. The 3 days of sunshine earlier this week were tempting us with it's warmth. I feel heavy today.  It's been a fun week. I should feel elated and rested. The kids have been home and their schedules very relaxed. I continue to hang laundry. I  hear sirens sounds; louder and louder. I pray. I think about my first born. I breathe in sharply. I must have subconsciously heard those sirens that night.  I want to weep. I look at ... 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

Finding Your Purpose

How can this be Your purpose? I stare at your picture and I still wonder, how can it be? How can you be gone? I look at your lop sided smile and the ache reaches the core of my being. For a moment I have to catch my breath. All seems to spin wildly. I miss you my boy. I miss you deeply. You were so handsome. So much still to come. I wrestle daily with the missing. Choosing to step each moment in grace. Knowing that God is working his purpose.  His purpose for good.     Yes. Even this devastating tragedy. Even in this loss. God is working things together for ... View Post

Doors, Lights Curtains, Oh My!

Doors, lights, curtains, Oh My! Building a barn is crazy! The farm was hopping yesterday. So much going on. There were garage doors being placed, curtains hung, measurements for stalls and new lighting going in. All at the same time. Our coffee buddy was hard at work putting finishing touches here and there. There's so much work to do. It's getting done, day by day. I can't look at the whole picture. I get so overwhelmed. I can't see my way through to how it's going to all get done. Yet, when I step back and look at how far we've come, I'm amazed.     The ... View Post

The Night the Lights Went Out

The night the lights went out, my oldest farm boy met Jesus.  He hit the telephone pole by the bank and the lights went out. The town was in darkness as my boy breathed his last. I walked around our home stepping into praise as I moved; in darkness. Praise for my legs, for hot water, for a shower, for clothing. A practice needed to walk through the darkest time in my life. He left this earth shy of his 18th birthday, and before his ship date to Parris Island. Tonight,  our youngest farm boy embarks on a 54 our journey to become a United States Marine. The journey his brother never ... View Post