I spewed before I listened. Hot, spicy words came flying out. I was angry. There are clothes everywhere. Furniture broken. Furniture moved. Furniture in the hallway. Furniture in a closet. Furniture where it doesn't belong. Rooms that I had decorated and cleaned and arranged; now the way they want them. Not the way they were. And I lose it. The homeschooling books are still out, the science experiment, still on the counter. There is laundry piled high from too many clothes and the cleaning out the rooms. The youngest; angry, throws markers every where and stomps off in a ... View Post
Until Then. . .
The world has stopped once again. The memory of the deep searing ache prevalent. And now my farmer's sister knows that ache. Another cousin now resides in Glory. The boy who used my tapered candles as num chucks as he danced from one end of the couch to the other while watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Perpetual Motion. Eyes sparkling with boundless energy. Curiosity oozing from every pore. Mischief; the ring leader of the pack of cousins. The first one to laugh. The first one to cry. The first ... View Post
Let The Storms Rage Around You
Twisting, turning, boiling. The chaos swirls around. A child testing all authority. A friend in a health crisis. My mom's birthday. Laundry, dishes. Friction in the home. Graduation looming. Memories that bring searing pain. So many things to pull me under. So many distractions to draw my focus from the One answer. Deep grief weighing heavily. Change on the horizon. So much change. I can not quiet the raging pace of life. I can not control the responses of all around ... View Post
Lessons Learned From The Pig Pen
Some days I just want to play all day. I want someone to feed me and take care of my basic needs. A little like the piggy, wiggies. When the sun shines, I will soak up the warmth with not a care in the world. When I am scared, I can crawl into a pig pile. I can feel the safety and security of those closest to me. Alas, I am not a pig. Though I dare say I live like one sometimes. My room is such a mess. But, I am not a pig. I do have responsibilities and burdens to carry; no matter how ... View Post
A Broken Pot (Yes Very Cracked) But Not Beyond Repair
The thoughtless words come spewing out. I am angry. My anger is directed at no one in particular. The tender soul of the blue eyed girl receives the brunt. I feel out of sorts. And lashing out is my first reaction. Those words can not be taken back. No matter how deeply I ask for forgiveness. They came out. I Corinthians 13:4-6 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but ... View Post
Date Night
Oh how we longed for the phone call. (yes on a phone. . .with a cord) We did have answering machines. . .but you knew they would call; and it made you excited. Each moment was like a breath of fresh air. New relationships are like that. I would sit with Gary for hours just talking or sitting in silence (he liked that a lot. . .me, not so much). It was just being together that was important. We went for walks in the pasture. . .we sat on the hill and watched the sun sinking low. Often in silence (he liked that. . ... View Post
