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Prayer

The Sun streams through the parlor window. It casts a brilliant beam. Christiana calls to me to come and see. It is beautiful. Something so captivating about streams of light. (It could possibly be my ADD) What if we could climb that beam right up to heaven, I ask her. Right up to see Elijah. What would be the first thing I would do if I could see him again? I think I would just fall to my knees, too over come. Oh, to touch him, hear his voice, see those blue eyes. And I wonder. . . Am I that zealous to see God? Do I look at every sunbeam and think about climbing right up to heaven ... View Post

The Farmers Son

 I began this post on June 18, 2013. 3 days after our oldest son had graduated from High School.  I didn't finish it because I wanted to take pictures of my farmers hands.  The Father and the Son. . . I was going to post it on Elijah's birthday; the day he left for the United States Marine Corp. Instead, I read it at his funeral.  -------------------------------- I used to hold his hand while he was asleep. His hands, though small, were strong and beautiful. And they mesmerized me. This red headed child who saw the world through a different lens. His hands ... View Post