I am a mama who lost her mama. Nine years of cancer. The final stages. Brutal. You say death with dignity? Yes. My mama endured pain; with grace. She clung to her Jesus. Knowing He knew her name. Knowing He would call her name when time. We; her children; grew strong. We cared for this mama of ours. We guided our dad as the memory thief silently crept in. We watched our mama as her systems shut down. We watched her stand in the Powerful name of Jesus, with arms lifted high at her grandchild's baptism. We ... View Post
Calves! They’re Everywhere!
Sunshine spilled over the mountain this morning. Cool mornings force us to use heat. Hot coffee awaits me as I stumble to the kitchen. I run the schedule through my head. I beat eggs and try not to burn toast. I burn eggs and the toast is safe. I continue the run through of the schedule. There's school work and book work. Calves need to be feed. Oh those calves! They're everywhere! Calves always mean Spring here on the farm. The Winter is shedding it's skin. Milk production will return to a ... View Post
Dear Mom
Dear Mom, So many times I have picked up the phone to call. My heart hurts missing Elijah. Yet you reign with him on high. It was April vacation. I missed our time together. It was always so much warmer at your house. Such a perfect time to be away. We would sit on your screened in porch. How you loved that addition to your home. We'd drink coffee and argue. Goodness we never could see eye to eye on very much; except our love for our Lord. I went to a family baby shower. Your presence missed so ... View Post
The Boys
The farm boy; my only boy. I used to say boys. A moment; forever changed. My brothers, always called "the boys." Mom's words echo; "have you talked to the boys?" Grown men with families. The boys. Naturally I began to call my sons; the boys. I loved calling them that. I loved having 2 boys. They fought. Tousling. Angry. Dominance. Fists clenched. War. Strength. Awful. Until. Maturity. Alliance. Friendship. Early on it was as cohorts against ... View Post
Even in the Rush. . . We Can Slow it Down
The sun shone this weekend. For the whole weekend. There were no extra activities. Time seemed to slow. No rushing. Dinner with friends. The farm boy playing music. Time with my farmer. There was hand holding. Time to talk. Slow. Last minute guests at the guest house. Sheets on the line. Book work. Time for listening and dreaming. A fire at my partner in crime's home. Coffee. Slow. Soaking in the sun. Compost delivery. A ride in the truck to visit neighbors. No ... View Post
More Waiting
She too waits. This sister in law of mine. Sister of my farmer. Who walks the road of grief. It's been six months since she stood at the grave. She waits now for biopsy results. Abnormal normal cells; growth on her thyroid. We are guaranteed nothing in this world. Only God's love. It's the constant. It's truth. There is cancer. In her thyroid. And it feels for a moment that the earth has shifted. Tilted. She tells me a funny joke before she tells me the results of the tests. Much like ... View Post
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