The sun peaks through the clouds. The air warm. Such a contrast to the winter's relentless icy blast. The sounds of Spring cut through the morning stillness. It is in these moments, each morning, that the strength for the day is nurtured. Dormant bulbs burst with the day's warmth. The gentle submission to the Father's will. The desire to seek obedience over sacrifice. We earn nothing. It is given. Freely. Ransom paid long ago for our souls. To be. To live. To have eyes to see the beauty when much ... View Post
He’s Said It Twice. I Need To Pay Attention
I've heard it twice. Each time a little different. But I heard it. And when God says something twice you need to stand up and take notice. The first time I heard it. It brought me to my knees. The conviction great. The torment real. The wrestling match begun. The people of Egypt were willing to go back to the land of slavery: the very land that bound them. Back to the people that enslaved them and treated them cruelly. Rather than head into a new land, the promised land, with God. It struck me. Am I willing to go into this new journey, unknown to me. . . with God; without ... View Post
When Mother’s Day Isn’t About Getting What You Want
I say good night to the kids. The farm house is quieting down. I pause, in the doorway to his room, as I do each evening before I head down the stairs. I can't stay for long because the feeling is so overwhelming. I think over the day. Mother's Day; it was so beautiful. We cooked on the grill and ate outside. We talked and felt the warmth of the sun on our faces. It felt good to just enjoy the creation around us. I turn and head down the stairs. The day was not what I expected. At some point I was told I needed to be ready ... View Post
When Trusting Comes Hard
I have a confession to make. I don't trust Him enough. At all. I get a call from a friend. She says I am not trying to be a nosy neighbor but I wanted you to know your tractor and manure spreader were stopped by the police. I start to shake. I tell her thank you. I can't stop shaking. I call Gary. I hang up the phone. I sit at the desk and shake. The tank could have flipped. My mind races. I relive the accident night over again. I hear God's voice. Do you trust me enough? My shaky voice answers, No. I don't ... View Post
A Walk He Chose To Take
We celebrated his life. This man who was larger than life. Who bent his knee to the Creator to be changed. Who took my broken heart into his hands and gently poured in grace. He taught me to receive. His life; love in action. His sons talked of his faith. His love for words. And I know he loved coffee. He would show up at my door with his mug. I loved that. He was a kindred spirit. As I sat in the back of the church I reflected on how almost 9 months ago I sat in the front row remembering my son. Celebrating his ... View Post
A Journey Through The Darkness
The quiet settles in to the farm house. Each to his own space. The little girls tucked in snuggy. The older kids working on school work. The farmer soon to be in deep slumber. It has been a full day. Milking, chores, working on the pack barn. (4-17-13) Dealing with snow and mud. Visits to help heal broken hearts. Conversations about living for Christ. Advice from one close to depression. Visiting hours for the one who gave all. Ending with a band concert. The beat of the day. Pressing on. ... View Post
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