It's been another year around the Sun for my farmer. It's hard to believe. These years seem to be just sailing by. Yet this year has been hard. The Joy Thief began to set up camp and we didn't catch it early enough. He's dug in his heels and my farmer fights each day to trust and wrestle. He rises each day before dawn. He tends to animals and details of farm life before most of us have fluttered awake. He never complains. Equipment breaks, the cold wind howls, milk prices drop, milk production drops; yet he perseveres. Every day. He loves his family and works to be at functions ... 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
She Did A Thing
She did a thing. All by herself. Though, strangely enough, she asked me to be with her. A big decision. A big purchase. What a joy it's been watching her as she has wrestled: How do I make Godly choices? How do I be responsible and make an educated purchase? What do I really need? And this process can be agonizing and produce desires to eat chocolate and other unhealthy things. How new of a car does one really need? Do I really need a new car now? Can I get through the winter? I'll just get through the winter. Decision making is crippling! These discussions rage on (and ... View Post
Don’t Underestimate A Visit
Don't ever underestimate a visit. Ever. He sat at my table. We drank tea. Conversation flowed easily. I laughed. He shared about the things he has been doing and where he is headed. Hopes and Dreams. A path. Unsure. Yet ready. All too soon it was time for him to go. I don't know when I'll see him again. You see, life has a way of taking our kids far from us. New adventures. The unknown. Excitement. This young man warmed my heart. I'd been having a few down days. Struggling. Grief. The loss of a child is hard. Achingly so. The holidays rear and the missing lurks in ... View Post
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