It's 3 a.m. The early morning sky brilliant. There is still a hush over the farmhouse as the youngest farm girls make their way down the stairs. One lingers at the coffee maker. So, like her mom. My farmer meets them at the door. Their day has begun. Together they will make memories, milk cows, and measure time in groups. Gratitude pours over my being. Gifts of daughters and their dad. A bond so rich and full. There are laughter and smiles. Stories to tell as they make their way in for breakfast. Hunger gnawing at their insides. The smell of bacon and potatoes ... View Post
It Won’t Hurt. . .Will You Take A Little Time?
Three years ago I wrote this post. As we step into the Season of Thanksgiving may you be encouraged by these truths. Will you join with me over the next 30 days giving Thanks and Praise? Even when the going is rough and your heart feels overwhelming grief? Will you take this walk with us? 3o Days of Thankfulness November 1, 2013 The Halloween festivities are over. The candy hidden away from other siblings. Clarissa is still out. I climb the stairs to kiss the girls goodnight. I linger at his door. I look around. How does it come to this? How can I be left ... View Post
You Can Go – You Can Even Go, by Staying
It's raining. It's lightening. Folks are huddled under sheets of tin. Already bashed from the effects of Hurricane Matthew; they are weary. What can you do? I sense it in my farmers voice. I read between the lines in his texts. There's so much devastation. People are on the side of the road hollering for food. Trucks are being stopped and raided to take the food. There are road blocks. A broken people, in a broken nation; hurting. And even going seems like it's not enough. Why do the battered and broken keep receiving the blows? What should our response be? My farmer and ... View Post
23 And Counting
23 years and counting. I love him just as much as I did back then. Different though. It was a story book wedding. I'd do it all over again. So much fun. Such a beautiful day. Look at the Farm Niece and the Oldest Farm girl! This year we're getting ready for Haiti. So much to do in precious little time. This is what love is. Going to a Nation in need. Heeding the call. Loving the other for their heart to go. We've walked through fire. We're still grieving the deep loss of our son. We're still believing that cancer is at bay. We're learning to dance to a different ... View Post
We Will Go Where He Leads
It's all over the news. The death of 5 teens. Tragic. Heart breaking. I relive the night of Elijah's death. My heart aches for these families. Friends. Relatives. So much loss. So much pain. It feels senseless and overwhelming. A hurricane bashes a tired nation. Presidential candidates mock the very fabric of our nation. The destruction wreaked by one car on an interstate. I close the door. I turn and walk out of my parents home. Possibly for the last time. I can not stop the sobs that wrack my body. So much loss. So much devastation. How can you be immune? How can you ... View Post
Walking Through- It Has to be Done
It never goes away you know. The ache. The missing. It's always there. Always. A piece of you. Your child. Gone. It never leaves me. Ever. I think about him all the time. I wonder what he'd be doing. How he would react to something. Yes. Life is ebbing forward. Time. All held in the palm of the hand of the One who called that time into space. We lost our nephew a year ago today. The heart wrenching loss. My farmer's youngest sister. Now a part of the exclusive club no one wants to join. A year since his kids have been wrapped in his loving embrace. Sometimes I can't ... View Post
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