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The Day I Lost Hope. . .

We sat at that farmhouse table, gathering documents. In the morning they would head out to be the hands and feet of Jesus. Months of planning, accepting donations, prayers. The final details. Prepared. Until the farm boy joked. He threw out the idea. "What if the passports were expired?" The seed of doubt; quickly became a reality. The college girl and farm boys passports would expire while they were in Haiti. The farm boy, brushed it off. We just need to trust. This farm mama began a journey new to her. I searched the internet for all information I possibly could find. I ... View Post

We Gathered Together, in this Old Farmhouse

We gathered. Together. Our family. Changed. In so many ways.  The ebb and flow of life. It thrills. It hurts. We press on. Reaching for what is truth; for what is real. Searching for meaning. The loss of a child. The sequential order;  interrupted. Life, defied. A gash, a hole, an emptiness. It can't be repaired. It can't be replaced. Yet, somehow a filling begins. Slowly. Be patient with yourself. Be patient with others. Grief is work. The Holy Spirit softly and quietly fills and soothes the ache. The roaring pain eased. It will surface again and again. But for a ... View Post

What Should I Give Him? Day #28 of Thankfulness

The invitation came. A friend and classmate of Elijah's had bought a house. A house warming. Another example of life marching on. Such a good thing for this young man. What an accomplishment. How proud. I resist the urge to wallow. They ask for Christmas Ornaments to hang on his tree. I think back to that time years ago. My first apartment. My first tree. The realization that I had not one ornament. Oh such a sweet memory. Tying bows from ribbon onto the branches. No lights. Tin foil over cardboard for a star on the top. Mine. Here I am decades later. In need of a gift for a ... View Post

Light Permeates Darkness, Hope Day #27 of Thankfulness

Light permeates darkness. Every time. The smallest spark, illuminates. It is the first Sunday in Advent.  That Season of Preparation; Waiting, for the Incarnate. Advent Wreaths will be lit today. A circle. Never ending. 4 Candles representing the 4 Sundays prior to Christmas; the 5th candle, the Christ Candle, lit on Christmas morning. Light. Permeating the darkness. Symbol for all. Hope. The candle lit today represents Hope. Hope for all Nations. Frankly, we need hope. Not hope in a new administration. Not hope in government or currency. Hope in Jesus Christ.  In ... View Post

Transistions Day #26 of Thankfulness

We transition so quickly from Thanksgiving to Christmas. The Day after Thanksgiving.   Kids are still home. Mom and Dad were usually here. We have help on the farm. (Doing anything on the weekend is so hard) A tradition was born. The college girl has worked the Black Friday shift for a few years. The rest of us scurry to take down Thanksgiving decorations while she is at work. Christmas music turned up loudly. Grazing leftovers. A delight. A warm memory that permeates even grief. The excitement and energy can transcends the ache. Thoughts of yester years flood my ... View Post

Day #25 of Thankfulness

I remember writing this post. The grief. The cold. I remember turning and catching the glimpse of the message in the leaves. I had almost missed it. Blinded by utter despair. Oh, that we do not despair. May we linger at the cross a little longer. Open our eyes wide to see. But may despair, never knock on our door. A repost from November 25, 2013 `````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` I Almost Missed It. . . . .Day #25 of Thankfulness I almost missed it. I almost walked away without ... View Post