One month from today. The pitter-patter of rain on the tin, porch roof greets me. I walk from our bedroom and stand in the door way. Soon the coffee pot joins the cadence with its perking. I breathe in the fresh scent of rain. Vermont is so beautiful. We need rain. Just not too much. It's been 5 years since we had too much rain and roads washed out and a whole summer began that washed away so much of my life. It's June 28. I had one month left with my beloved red head, farm boy and I didn't know it. One month. He'd graduated from High School, had the opportunity to go on a ... View Post
Where Will This Journey Lead?
Hold me closeLet Your love surround meBring me nearDraw me to Your sideAnd as I waitI'll rise up like the eagleAnd I will soar with YouYour Spirit leads me onBy the power of Your love Words. Ancient. New. Timely. Perfect. Words that penetrate the heart. Reaching deep into the aching hole. We can be refreshed and filled; even when we're hurting. I never knew I could know such peace. I never knew the intimacy I would feel with Christ when so much had been torn from me. I let the words wash over me as we ... View Post
Summer, Please Don’t End
Milking is finished. The cows are heading to pasture. It is unseasonably warm. (with NO humidity!) A glorious sunrise. Hot coffee. The Ancient word. Taking time to - Stop And thank God for: This sunrise the beautiful weather (and NO hudimity!) lots of coffee A slower day grace for the journey friendship new adventures music learning in the struggle fall baking did I mention coffee? farm table visits new employees warm breeze Sheets on the line and coffee May your day be filled with immeasurable grace. Attempt to ... View Post
Alone
Alone. That's how I find myself this week. Plans to spend time with the youngest. Changed. And now. Alone. At first. I do not know how to react. Alone. In a room. A clean room. 2 beds. Meals prepared. Solid biblical preaching. All alone. My own schedule. Clean towels everyday. Coffee. Everywhere. In the room. In the lobby. In the dining hall. Alone. I don't do alone. I find someone to accompany me to the store. I fight off the panic that ... View Post
Come, Sit At My Table
Come to my table and sit for a spell. Where generations have gathered. Stories and woes poured out. Hot steaming cups of warmth in hand, as time passes. Nourishment given. Come to the table where we share who we are. Where we break bread and study the word. Come, sit with me. I long to hear the stories. I long to walk a spell. Held captive by the road with which you have walked. Come to my table and sit for spell. Take a load of your feet. Lay down your burden, release your shame. You ... View Post