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When They Return

A new day is dawning. With gratitude I face this day.  One of the older farm girls.  One that has come back to the farm.  A cousin.  Is giving my farmer a break. And her side kick.  Not that one.  This one. She has brought a contagious joy with her.  Even when she is feeling miserable.  There is a lot happening in her life right now.  And true to Davis style, she is digging in.  Willing to step on a path uncharted.  Sometimes I feel like God has abandoned me.  Turned his back.  The ache ... View Post

Every Time I See Purple. . . I Think of Her

He wore purple to the Missions Night.  Our Youth Pastor.  He didn't know it was the Eve of her home going.  It made me think of her.  She would have loved his outfit.  She would have told him.  So, I did.  And today she's been gone for 3 years.  Her smile and laughter missed by all who knew her.  This is a repost from last year.  It is my walk.  The journey God has placed before me.  I am grateful I worked through the tough season with my mom to be able to love and serve her in her last days her on this earth.  If you have ... View Post

Finding the Rock in the Swirling, Chaos Day #23 of Thankfulness

 My life flows on in endless song;above earth’s lamentation,I catch the sweet, though far-off hymnthat hails a new creation. It is Thanksgiving Sunday.  The choir sings a long loved Hymn.  Through all the tumult and the strife,I hear that music ringing.It finds an echo in my soul.How can I keep from singing? The words piercing.  Encouraging.  What though my joys and comforts die?I know my Savior liveth.What though the darkness gather round?Songs in the night he giveth.  A melody I have  hummed repeatedly over the years.  No storm can ... View Post

If He Asks, Are You Willing To Do The Hard Thing?

Most mornings I still wake with a longing for things to be different.  The piercing ache still very present.  Images of my red head running through my mind.  Reconciling the reality.  His life here, on this earth, finished.  My life continuing.  Striving to push against the tide that will threaten to pull me under.  2014 is coming to a close.  A year that never held my son.  A year we battled cancer.  A year we walked on the wings of grace and mercy of friends and community.  A year where the God of ... View Post

For 17 Months Our Hearts Have Been Held By; God, A Community and Family, We Are So Grateful

A silent, still night.  The ache  remains.  Even after 17 months.  2 birthday's. 2 Christmases.  And much in between.  A loneliness along with the  ache.  I have lost my  child.  Our  family so changed.  And sometimes I feel lonely. I feel like I was part way through a really great book,  one I have loved  to read.  And now the rest of the book is gone.  Never to be finished.  Year One, you are numb when you decorate the Christmas Tree.  The Ornaments, they leave you gasping ... View Post

What I Missed This Christmas

I'm pretty sure I took no pictures.  I don't have a camera and my cell phone has too many photos.  I felt off the whole day.  Most of the day I really wanted to be alone.  Me; the extrovert.  Alone.  I watched endless episodes of "Gilmore Girls";  not stopping until I looked at my watch,  horrified that it was past the time to go to bed.  The house; a wreck.  I hardly picked up a thing.  I go to bed with an empty feeling.  It's not until the morning,   when I walk out into the living room and survey the ... View Post