Between feeling behind and working hard to choose joy, I was reminded of this post from last year. I was filling a bag a day. Everything we do matters. Each activity is holy in and of itself. May your day rest in this glory of knowing your work is holy. ------------------------------------------------------------ March 18, 2014 When You're Behind Before the Day Begins The dishwasher hums because I forgot to start it last night. The washing machine whirls because for some reason it stopped full of water. Sometimes our water pressure isn't ... View Post
What Does Trust Look Like When You Have Lost So Much? Day #9 of Thankfulness
He, the farmer junior, has gone to a banquet with a friend and her family. She, the farmers daughter, is at work. Each time they leave, I hold my breath. Will they return? I become paralyzed, sometimes, when I don't hear from them. When I don't know what time they will be in. I sit and I wait. My heart weighs heavy. My thoughts run to accidents and death; police and funerals. It is work to grieve. It is work to trust. Because in that trusting it doesn't mean your wishes and desires will be heard. Praying for protection for ... View Post
The Wonderful Cross
It's more than I deserve. 2 different places. 3 different testimonies. All affected by 1 life. A life that wasn't perfect. But pointed to the One that is. I listen to Senior testimonies. New beginning's in the horizon. A life hurt by the loss of his friend. July 28, 2013 etched in his young mind for ever. Questions raised throughout the year. Hearts hurting. But the power of the holy spirit was working in his heart. And God's love broke through the barriers and the hurt and reminded that pilgrim along ... View Post
Celebrating Advent During Lent
The water pours in the end of the freestall barn. The beds are soaked. Not one cow will want those stalls. They will become like concrete. The fuel runs out in the tenants house. A mistake made. The feed is poor quality so the cows are dropping in milk. The bills remain the same. On top of that it snowed and the sun never showed it's face. Really there is no relief in sight; another storm predicted for this weekend. It's almost April. And I wonder why the farmer is depressed? I can feel it deep down. I am going to ... View Post
