Psalm 17:1 Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever. photo courtesy of Mallory Burritt Psalm 118:28-29 You are my God, and I will praise you; you are my God, and I will exalt you. Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; His love endures forever. So often, those who have gone before us, have given praise to our God. Through the storms that rage and the blessings bestowed; they praise. The lessons learned through the Ancient Prophets cause us to continually turn back to praise. When we walk roads that ... View Post
How To Make More TIme In A Day
I look into those beautiful blue eyes. His sons inherited them. One still growing, the other, his eyes closed for all of eternity. I turn away. Tears threaten to spill over. I hate to see him like this. It breaks my heart. I have no control. The outcome unknown. The toxic cocktails supposedl, targeting the cancer that threatens to consume his life. Yet the journey there, leaving him tired, and weak. Stepping each moment in faith and hope. Grace met us once again as one of the nurses prays with us. We are strengthened and encouraged. These glimpses ... View Post
No Matter The Hurt, Or Pain; See. . .He Is Doing A New Thing
I am restless. The pain searing today. The missing overpowering. The unknown of cancer lingering. Will the treatments work? How much more will they affect my farmers body? The future unknown and looming before me. My soul longs for relief. Relief from the constant pain, the constant longing for my son. Longing for family time all together. That which will never be. Sometimes I think my heart will shatter into a million pieces. Other times, I think it already has. This is all too much to bear. The weight is heavy and His burden ... View Post
What Singing At The Top Of Your Lungs Can Do. . .My Girls Told Me So
He slept on the couch because the coughing is so bad. Yet he never complains. The radiation causing side effects that have no remedy. He is weak and so tired. Yet not once has he slept in. Not once has he been able to. The son the same way. He too rising each morning; never complaining. I struggle. There were plans set in place so he could rest. But it hasn't worked out that way. When things continue to spiral out of your control it makes you hold tighter; grasp with all your might. Clench everything that you can. As if ... View Post
I Long For The Days Before The Accident, Before Cancer
Sometimes I want to be anywhere, but here. I long for the days. . .before the accident. . . Times before death and cancer became constant companions. When life, though difficult at times, was full. The journey deep with joy and gratitude for these children and the journey we were on. That life gone now. Because we will never be the same. Ever. I can never wake up again without feeling that something is missing. Some days the missing is so hard. It threatens to overwhelm. I close my eyes. I picture Elijah, I long to see him and ... View Post
What Seemed So Insignificant
I finger the berries. Frozen berries with the words, picked July 30, written on the bag. The day of Elijah's wake. I remember the man walking in and bringing them. A stranger. Drawn in. Knowing the tragedy. Wanting to help. He looked around. He saw what was left of a red headed, well loved boy; his life laid out in piles in the parlor of those who have gone before him. Memories, pictures, graduation hat and gown. A life interrupted suddenly He handed me the berries. He left. I finger those berries and I make a smoothie ... View Post
