Fancy pants dining. It's what they do. All these kids. From the time they were little. Aunt Clara's china being used. The candle light glowing. It's in those moments I see the table full. All the seats occupied. The laughter and joy around the farmhouse table. Things have changed. So much. One space remains empty; forever. The future, here on this earth, not mine to know. I know he was dedicated. Committed. He wanted to serve this country with his life. The eleventh ... View Post
The Farmette is Two!!!
The farmette is two today! Surprise text I received when Chelsea and my dear friend, who now resides with the King of Kings, came to visit. That was my house!! She surprised me with a visit! She turned one! And now she's two! Where does the time go? When I sent Chelsea the picture of the beautiful sunrise, this morning, which reminded me of Elijah's home going. . . She said, maybe he is saying Happy Birthday to Lilah. I think so. Happy 2nd Birthday Lilah ... View Post
I Said, “Yes” To Writing On The Walls
I said it sort of jokingly. I didn't think anything of it. We could write our gratitude on the wall. We are going to paint in here someday. (It hasn't been painted since 1989. . ."ain't nobody got time for that") The walls are filthy and stained with hand prints. Drawings from the kids and those infamous height marks. A legacy of Elijah on the wall. A tangible record of his exsistance here. A reminder. So, we clean up from physical nourishment and the Ancient Word. My farmer hesitates before he leaves. It is not until ... View Post
Lessons Learned While Baking Bread
What do you do when the temperatures plummet? When there are no eggs or cereal for breakfast. When the Oatmeal won't feed 6? When the dollar you need to stretch can't go any further? When the great niece is there at 6 a.m? You pull those farm memories to life. You close your eyes and think of warm bread baking. You remember the strong arms of your mother in law. The sweet grace baked into each bite. And the healing art of kneading bread. Moment by moment working the yeast through. Lessons learned while baking bread. So I ... View Post
The Farmer’s Wife I Called Mother In Law
I can still feel the peace when I entered her home. The country charm. The warmth. The smells. The open door. Oh, how I loved and admired her. She could bring a calf to the barn as easy as whipping up a tasty meal. There was always room on her lap for one more. Room at the table for another to sit. Always time for coffee. There was always a solution to every problem. Life was a journey with God as her companion. Her creative touch transforming gardens and rooms into things of beauty. The light left ... View Post
Creating A Day That is Purposefully Thankful Day # 27 of Thankfulness
The season of Thankfulness. The settlers of this land grateful for sustenance; coming together in fellowship. A time to be grateful. And what is gratitude really? The lists that I have made of all the things I possess? That happy feeling when we are content and things are going swell? That is a part of the practice. True gratitude is deep contentment in life, no matter the circumstances. A Thankful life is lived looking through a different lens. One is not born a thankful person. It takes effort and intentional ... View Post
