The idea surfaced time and time again. The plans never took root. Too many obstacles. Until. 2013. The death of a son and cancer renewed the fire with a fervency. With a network of prayer the plan unfolded. 3 times now the Lord has opened the door and allowed my farmer and children to serve in Haiti. This week they will return to this country. Each time my farmer leaves, a community is roused to allow him to go. Bathed in prayer; Milking, chores, finances, supplies all covered by those who rally around us. They're going again. Haiti. To serve. To build. Hearts ... View Post
‘Seeing’, What Lies Ahead
A new year has begun. Unmarred. Fresh. New. These past few years have been hard. The passing of the old, a reminder of time. Time moving forward without those we have loved so dearly. Learning how to live; differently. Breathing. In and out. One foot in front of the other. Searching for hope. Choosing joy. Standing on solid ground. I will admit it has been a hard year. Folks have moved on. Their lives not impacted much by the loss. Our loss. Another grief walk, as we said Good Bye to my dad. All while life is ebbing forward. I find it hard to commit. Staying on task has ... View Post
We Gathered Together, in this Old Farmhouse
We gathered. Together. Our family. Changed. In so many ways. The ebb and flow of life. It thrills. It hurts. We press on. Reaching for what is truth; for what is real. Searching for meaning. The loss of a child. The sequential order; interrupted. Life, defied. A gash, a hole, an emptiness. It can't be repaired. It can't be replaced. Yet, somehow a filling begins. Slowly. Be patient with yourself. Be patient with others. Grief is work. The Holy Spirit softly and quietly fills and soothes the ache. The roaring pain eased. It will surface again and again. But for a ... View Post
The Holiest of Nights . . I Gave Birth
Her blue eyes twinkle. Her laugh contagious. She was born on the Holiest of nights. Her time within my womb one of my sweetest memories. A surprise. In the midst of grief. A reminder to pause and be grateful. Slow it down. Pause and wonder at it all. How did Mary feel? How did she travel those roads? I reveled in modern comforts and ease. She came on the Holiest of Nights. After the stockings were hung. After I had called it a day. Her arrival announced. A disruption around us. The first child born with out my beautiful mother in law. She came forth and we named her ... View Post
I sit, in the Midst of the Chaos
The towel is over my shoulder. Waffles are warming in the oven. The farmhouse kitchen is a wreck. So is every other room in this old Farmhouse. The floors, table, ottoman. Cluttered. Papers, socks. . . the vacuum. A trail of the day metered out as if to find the way. 'The way where," I ask? Where are we going? Where are we headed? I sit. In the midst of the chaos. In the midst of a mile long list. I sit. The youngest farm girl switched Pandora to a Classical Christmas Station. The usual Christmas music changed up a bit. Not familiar. Different. Beautiful. So, I ... View Post
Finding Strength in Those Memories
When I close my eyes; memories swirl. So much delight. Joy; In the midst of work. I rest in those times. Moments that have made me who I am. Moments that have shaped my faith and choices in this journey. Today marks the 15th Anniversary since my mother in laws passing. A night etched in my memory. So sudden. My absolute best friend, role model, encourager and nurturer. She was the glue that held so many of us together. How I still long to hear her voice. Ask her advice. Sit at her farmhouse table drinking hot coffee, while wrestling with life questions. Her strength spurs me ... View Post
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