The towel is over my shoulder. Waffles are warming in the oven. The farmhouse kitchen is a wreck. So is every other room in this old Farmhouse. The floors, table, ottoman. Cluttered. Papers, socks. . . the vacuum. A trail of the day metered out as if to find the way. 'The way where," I ask? Where are we going? Where are we headed? I sit. In the midst of the chaos. In the midst of a mile long list. I sit. The youngest farm girl switched Pandora to a Classical Christmas Station. The usual Christmas music changed up a bit. Not familiar. Different. Beautiful. So, I ... View Post
Seek and You Shall Find Him
My mom's favorite time of year. She would transform her log cabin into the "Christmas House". Lights and magic happened there. Somehow she wove the magic and holiness of Christmas together in a beautiful package. A night when Heaven met earth; where a Jolly man dressed in red gave all he had. These two beliefs rooted deeply. Her presence lit up a room. Much like her grandson. Today. It's been 4 years since she drew her last breath. Surrounded by my dad and my sister in law, the Lord reached down to bring her to his side. An agonizing death. The clutches of cancer refusing to ... View Post
