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