It snowed. . .Again. Big fluffy flakes that stuck to the ground. The problem is, is it's April. The end of April-not the beginning. I'd prefer sunshine and warmth. I long to see Spring flowers and buds on the trees. This weather is down right frustrating. Yet no matter where I turn it's beautiful. A clean, white covering. This kind of snow is different. It doesn't last long. Birds carry on their chatter as if to protest the event. Water drips from everywhere. It's too warm to make icicles. I marvel at it all. A fresh new start. No foot prints. . . yet. Clean. Our lives ... View Post
Small Town Living – Community
Small town living. Community. A fun reminder today of the uniqueness of this place we call home. The sun shone brightly. The temperatures tipped the scale at 34! The wind ceased it's assault and for moments it felt warm. I hung my sheets to dry. The change isn't here yet. But soon. Very soon the wind will shift and bring the warmer air. Some brave birds have taken up their chorus of welcome I head to the local market. Still fairly new, I marvel at how quickly I can get there. I drop the farm girls off at the Middle School, and head over to the store. I think of the years this ... View Post
Finding Your Purpose
How can this be Your purpose? I stare at your picture and I still wonder, how can it be? How can you be gone? I look at your lop sided smile and the ache reaches the core of my being. For a moment I have to catch my breath. All seems to spin wildly. I miss you my boy. I miss you deeply. You were so handsome. So much still to come. I wrestle daily with the missing. Choosing to step each moment in grace. Knowing that God is working his purpose. His purpose for good. Yes. Even this devastating tragedy. Even in this loss. God is working things together for ... View Post
I’m Not Sure I’m Supposed to Understand
We're home from Parris Island. Our second farm boy graduated from Marine Boot Camp. He is living our Oldest Farm Boy's dream. You see our two boys were so different. Each with a heart to serve; just in different ways. And there's just so much I don't understand. I'm not sure I'm supposed to understand. Why does a handsome, hard working red head hit a telephone pole in the middle of the night and never come home? Why did his hopes and dreams to serve our country die with him? I'm not sure I'm supposed to understand. Why would the youngest farm boy start his own career and suddenly ... View Post
The Night the Lights Went Out
The night the lights went out, my oldest farm boy met Jesus. He hit the telephone pole by the bank and the lights went out. The town was in darkness as my boy breathed his last. I walked around our home stepping into praise as I moved; in darkness. Praise for my legs, for hot water, for a shower, for clothing. A practice needed to walk through the darkest time in my life. He left this earth shy of his 18th birthday, and before his ship date to Parris Island. Tonight, our youngest farm boy embarks on a 54 our journey to become a United States Marine. The journey his brother never ... View Post
Winter on the Farm
Winter on the Farm. Each distinct Season is beautiful in it's own way. There is purpose and need for each. Winter can be harsh and cruel; yet the beauty counteracts the hard. This winter has been hard on so many levels. My farmer shows amazing perseverance and grit. I do not possess such strength. In the face of all this adversity he continues to press forward. I would have given up long ago. Yet, somehow he pulls from a strength that is rare to see today. Isaiah 40:29 He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. He still find time to visit the ... View Post
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