I love this farm. I remember the first time I came here. The first time I rode up the road on the bucket of one of the tractors. We came up the hill and the mountain and all it's majesty loomed before me; snow covered, silhouetted against a clear blue sky. It took my breath away and stirred in me an emotion I had never felt before. This place still does that. No matter the weather; Or the season. It is beautiful. It has been a blessing through sickness and the deepest of heartaches.I have seen life and death in this ... View Post
Hush; Be Still
Hush Be still Wait And see New life Springs from the old There is hope there is joy It waits Hush Be still Wait And see The Lord He is able He is mighty Hush Be still I am not quiet. I walk heavy. My husband reminds me; often. He though scares me out of my skin; Repeatedly. Quiet, not my companion. I am reminded throughout the day to hush and be still. The day is chaotic. Visitors amidst my planned cleaning event. Interrupted in the sweetest of ways. A reminder that my Agenda is not the Lords. No matter how I try to plan. He will ... View Post
A 6 month Walk No One Wants To Take
I stand still in the kitchen. I have cried out to God most of the day. I am tired of cancer. I am tired of missing my son. My soul is unsettled and I long for peace. So I stand. In the kitchen that I hardly use any more. Meals continue to come. I have little to offer. My soul weary from the battle. So I stand. It is quiet. I breathe deep. I sense the presence of God. The peace that passes all understanding surrounds me. For a moment the cancer is gone, the sting of death is appeased. I stand for a moment ... View Post
How To Have an Authentic Thanksgiving When Your Life Has Been Turned Upside Down. . .Day #26 of Thankfulness
I will cook my Turkey this Thanksgiving without my mother, without my son, without the cutest white fur ball at my feet, hoping I will drop something; and without asking my dad for advice. I might call him just for tradition sake. But the memory thief stormed his doors awhile ago. How do you continue to be Thankful when the pain runs deep and the ache so strong. Elijah will never come home. No matter how I stare at the bed and picture him playing on his ipad. . .No matter how much I try to make him there. He's not. And never will be again. Oh, God, how this hurts. I want to make it all go ... View Post
