Winter on the Farm. Each distinct Season is beautiful in it's own way. There is purpose and need for each. Winter can be harsh and cruel; yet the beauty counteracts the hard. This winter has been hard on so many levels. My farmer shows amazing perseverance and grit. I do not possess such strength. In the face of all this adversity he continues to press forward. I would have given up long ago. Yet, somehow he pulls from a strength that is rare to see today. Isaiah 40:29 He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. He still find time to visit the ... View Post
Grateful, All The Time
My waking thoughts are gratitude. A grateful heart. Temperatures have fallen and the house is a mere 56 degrees. I run the dryer and turn on the gas fire. I wrap a shawl around my shoulders as I pour my hot coffee. Each morning my farmer prepares my coffee. A timer set to brew moments before I wake. I am grateful. These frigid temperatures make everything more difficult. My farmer works extra hard to manage the farm. He adds extra layers of clothing, his primary concern; the cows. With a partial roof over the barn the cows have a bit of reprieve from the brutal weather. I am ... View Post
Warm Weather, Rain and A Roof; A Miracle
They move like a well oiled machine. You can hear their bantering. A sing song like chatter. Moving. Quickly. A miracle. The rain pours down. They work; unphased. It has been a little over 2 and half months since our barns blew down in a windstorm. These months have been harsh weather wise. Snow, wind, sleet and freezing temperatures have impeded progress on rebuilding. Builders in our area have been swamped. Help - just not available. Yet we persevered with the help we had and pole by pole began the rebuilding process. Our coffee buddy, busy with his own farm and ... View Post
And. . . It’s 2018! A New Year!
It's 2018. A New Year. The icy blast has left temperature in the New Year below zero. So far below, in fact, our vehicles would not start. My farmer left chores to come down and get both the college girls car and my van started. There is work and school to go to. But it is cold. Stepping into a New Year is still so difficult. We move further and further away from the life with our son. It is heart wrenching, yet I am powerless to stop the New Year from coming. Do I really want to? 2018 promises to be full of new beginnings. Our farm boy will graduate from Boot Camp from Parris ... View Post
It’s Christmas
It's quiet. There is a noticeable hush over the farmhouse. Morning milking is still in progress. Such a slow process. The cows are dirty and wet from being outside. My farmer works so hard. This added burden- hard. The Christmas mornings of glee and boundless energy. . . gone. All but memories now. Instead, there is a comfortable quiet. Deep remembering. Much joy. It's still a different kind of Christmas. But that's ok. Heaven came down and touched earth. The greatest gift ever given. Today we rejoice in that gift. We receive; that which we do not deserve. Merry Christmas ... View Post
It’s A Different Kind of Christmas
This will be the fifth Christmas without our oldest farm boy. It hardly seems possible. Our next farm boy won't be here either. It's a different kind of Christmas. I often wonder how he's doing. How Marine Boot Camp is treating him? What is he feeling and thinking? I wonder this too about our blue eyed, red head who resides in Heaven now. The missing is hard. That Farm Boy loves Christmas. He often will decorate his room in July and play Christmas music as loud as he can. Even before he left, he cleaned his room and strung Christmas lights. It will be a different kind of ... View Post
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