It's the day after. The day after 22 people for dinner. The day after we bowed low in Thanksgiving for the deep gift we have been given. After the Turkey and pies and steaming cups of coffee. After giggles and playing in snow. Now, it is the wee hours of quiet; the day after. One daughter off to work. Retail and Black Friday. My farmer; milking, overseeing all that needs to be done. It is also 16 months since our red head walked this earth. 2 Thanksgivings he has rejoiced with the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. 2 ... View Post
The Importance Of Naming; remembering 9/11
She's been playing the cello for 3 years. She practices willingly. . . sometimes. This summer she didn't want to play. She said she was done with the cello. But she has music in her soul. She fought the entire process. I knew in my mommy's heart she will long to play someday. So we begin the fall lessons. She doesn't want to go. She is angry. We talk through trusting me on this one. That sometimes mommy's know things. She agree's to trust. This little 9 year old. Stepping in faith. A ... View Post
The Name Above All Names
Elijah. I just want to say his name. I want to holler through the house; it's time for dinner, or get down here and pick up your things. I want to say his name and hear his voice. I want to buy him a Christmas present and fill his stocking. My soul wishes for this not to be. The deep searing pain resurfacing. The loss permeating all that I do. Oh, how I miss him. Oh, how everything in me resonates that this is wrong. How can the God of the universe, that called all into being, have this be my path? It has been a year since mom died. A ... View Post
We Are Called By Name. . . Day #27 of Thankfulness
It is the day before Thanksgiving. There are preparations to make. Much to do. Lists to make. Items to check off for completion. The house echos with memories of years gone by. Tables moved around making room for the guests who will descend on the farm. Chairs gathered from all parts of the house to be sure all have a space. Name tags will be made. Each person will have a place. Each name will be carefully placed with love. It reminds me of my name, which is written on His hand. Isaiah 49:16 See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are ever ... View Post
