It's the day after. The day after 22 people for dinner. The day after we bowed low in Thanksgiving for the deep gift we have been given. After the Turkey and pies and steaming cups of coffee. After giggles and playing in snow. Now, it is the wee hours of quiet; the day after. One daughter off to work. Retail and Black Friday. My farmer; milking, overseeing all that needs to be done. It is also 16 months since our red head walked this earth. 2 Thanksgivings he has rejoiced with the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. 2 ... View Post
Day #22 of Thankfulness
The view is so different from our own. Miles stretch in front of us. Never ending highways. Endless shopping attractions, all surrounding one of the quietest cultures. We pass horse and buggies, amid the roaring traffic and stop lights. And I can't help but think the work it takes to keep out the influences of the modern culture. All around it shouts and blares. Urban sprawl encroaching in on the once peaceful, quiet landscape. How much longer until it is silenced? How long can this community with stand the pressures surrounding ... View Post
The Routine A Farm Life Brings Day #19 of Thankfulness
I turn on the fire, A hot cup of coffee in hand. I sit. I have started the laundry. The sound comforting and steady. The warmth from the fire removes the chill from the room. These plunging temperatures and fierce wind make it hard for this old farmhouse to stay warm. The day looms before me. Choices to make. A life to live. Up at the barn the routine of milking continues. Cow after cow. Chore after chore. Steady. There is something soothing about routine. It is the way of the farm life. Never ... View Post
When The Barrenness Is All Blanketed In White Day #14 of Thankfulness
The transformation overnight All blanketed in white. A wintry landscape. The barrenness and dark covered in a sea of fluffy delight. There is still wood to gather. Lawn furniture to put away. Many things on the list to accomplish. For today; just rest in the work already finished. Work done thousands of years ago. On a cross. For me, for you. A soul washing. The barrenness turned white as snow. A reflection of grace. Deep down peace. I breath deep the crisp air. My eyes feast on the beauty. I drink in the solemness; the hush just before dawn. The ... View Post
What Does Trust Look Like When You Have Lost So Much? Day #9 of Thankfulness
He, the farmer junior, has gone to a banquet with a friend and her family. She, the farmers daughter, is at work. Each time they leave, I hold my breath. Will they return? I become paralyzed, sometimes, when I don't hear from them. When I don't know what time they will be in. I sit and I wait. My heart weighs heavy. My thoughts run to accidents and death; police and funerals. It is work to grieve. It is work to trust. Because in that trusting it doesn't mean your wishes and desires will be heard. Praying for protection for ... View Post
A Cold Bedroom Day #7 Of Thankfulness
Posting from the archives today. Remembering we are beautiful." God makes beautiful things out of the dust. . . out of us. "(Gungor) I pray your Thankful journey is rich and changing you. I have learned a few things over the years about not heating the bedroom: 1. I don't need a wine cellar. It's the perfect temperature. 2. Oil of Olay does not contain water. 3. Oil of Olay does not freeze. 4. Oil of Olay Moisturizer hurts to put on when it is 52 degrees 5.This is not an add for Oil of Olay 6. Never put your clothes on in the bedroom unless you have warmed them first. 7. ... View Post
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