The sun streams through the one window not covered by blankets. My farmer is finishing up chores. The farm boy has come in to play guitar and unwind before he heads to school. How that boy is changing. He is shaking off the ways of this world; letting of of the anger and hurt. Reaching for the holy and true. Slowly the sharp edges are becoming smooth. A bit of grace on the farm. The milk checks grow thinner. The transition date seems miles away. The cold settles in. Much to lead to the path of ... View Post
When I Couldn’t See
My dearest Elijah, It is Sunday Morning. February 28th. It's been 31 months since you breathed your last. I sit here by the fire aching from within. Life continuing its ebb and flow all the while something so not right. It is the pain a parent walks with each moment after a child has been taken. No matter how strong my walk with God. No matter how much faith I have; the pain remains. You are gone. My life here altered forever. I think of the sunrise that Sunday morning. The incredible grace ... View Post
