She arrived amidst parades, fireworks and cookouts. There was fanfare and hurrying around as the birthing process took a turn for the worse. After the miracle of surgeons and modern technology there she was! Pink, tiny and holy. Our firecracker. Our last. Not that I knew it at the time. But somewhere inside, I knew. The last time. I held her longer; tried to take mental pictures to remember the moments. I didn't want to forget. I wanted to be intentional and slow time. She helped by being a child who cried. . . all the time. So, I held her. Held her longer and tried not ... View Post
Can We Express Gratitude When Our World is Falling Apart?
I have found that gratitude in all things takes practice. It is a purposeful mind set. Often a change. And we don't like change, do we? Words flow when the sun is shining and the bank account full. Gratitude. Words flow when life feels in balance and manageable. "I praise you Lord, for my job, for a roof over my head and a bed to sleep in." It's like soft butter being spread. Easy. Comforting. Sunshine and roses. Gratitude. How do the words flow when there's death and heartache? Do we reach for gratitude in these times? How do the words flow when you can't seem to make ends ... View Post
Happy Birthday Ella!
Little did I know when I started this blog all that our lives would endure. That this white screen, for a time, would be my lifeline. Nine years ago, today, I published our first post. A short little clip about our 4th of July baby, Eleanor. She was turning 8. Our oldest son, Elijah, had just graduated from High School. Chelsea the oldest was 8 when Elijah was born. Clarissa was 8 when Eleanor was born. And now, Ella is 8 when our first grandchild would be born. Now Ella is turning 17, the same age her brother was when he met Jesus. His forever age. That first grandchild is ... View Post
30 Days of Thankfulness, I failed
30 Days of Thankfulness. They're over. I failed. I've posted less than half those days. The rest I have done a re-post, or not posted at all. It's not that I am not grateful. I just can't seem to put words to the paper. I failed. Gratitude sometimes can not be captured in words. There are times when the words won't reach. A place where the soul holds the secrets. And these days have been full. The demands of farming, the changes in a child getting married and leaving the nest have all left us depleted. A house becoming quieter. The soul is stretched and weary. The practice of ... View Post
30 Days of Thankfulness, Cousins, Day #7
It's been more than 40 years since we were together in this space. Cousins. We've spent most of our life apart. Connected through words. Letters, a love for the Lord and Literature. Life was so different. Yet, even in that time. . .there was ache. A divorce. Children caught in the middle. A trip together to a family space. Cousins. Memories made. We walk and talk. Memories emerge that were long since forgotten. This was the space where we had a fire. I can almost hear the sound of the voices gathered in song. We washed dishes and played games on that vacation. We hiked and ... View Post
30 Days of Thankfulness, Day #5
The frost lingers, leaving evidence of the crisp air. Puddles with a thin layer of ice glimmer in the morning sun. The sound of scraping, as windshields have been kissed by Jack Frost in the night. A stillness hovers in the cold. It's late this year; this hard frost. The winds have blown and the cold rains have left a chill in the air. But, this frost and cold have taken their time in appearing. There is still much to accomplish before the winter weather settles in. Haying equipment dot the various fields around town. A prayer for a final cut. More bales for winter. Less need for ... View Post
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