What do you do when the temperatures plummet? When there are no eggs or cereal for breakfast. When the Oatmeal won't feed 6? When the dollar you need to stretch can't go any further? When the great niece is there at 6 a.m? You pull those farm memories to life. You close your eyes and think of warm bread baking. You remember the strong arms of your mother in law. The sweet grace baked into each bite. And the healing art of kneading bread. Moment by moment working the yeast through. Lessons learned while baking bread. So I ... View Post
Do You Ever Fail To See What Is Right In Front Of You?
I was plagued by a debilitating headache yesterday. One that wouldn't let go. It's grip tight. I had time too. My kids were all out of the house. Such a rare occurrence. But I was so unproductive. It took me all day to balance the check book. One item in a long list of tasks needed to be completed. I felt frustrated and annoyed. The last time I experienced a headache that debilitating was 2 days before Elijah met Jesus. It rendered me useless. Driving me to bed - which rarely happens. I remember it ... View Post
Lifting My Eyes Heavenward
He creeps in and tries to tell me lies. Lies that I am sad. That I will always be sad. Lies that bring me down. That enemy that would love to see us in despair. My heart sinks deeper and deeper. My energy sapped. It is in the middle of shredding carrots into the salad that I am struck. Struck by the awareness of the heaviness of grief. Another that I love dearly, is finishing her race here on this earth. The one that shares a birthday with my mom. A middle name spelled the same. A love of music and books. And ... View Post
Learning Not To Fear The Quiet
The sun shines on the newly fallen snow. It has that sparkle. I sit in my bedroom, in the bay window. The warmth from the sun has been beckoning all morning. I have been so cold. It feels good to be warm. I hold the Ancient Word in my lap. I close my eyes. To be quiet in the presence of a Holy God. No requests. No words. Quiet. No lists. No worries. Quiet. I am still. Yet I fear. I fear what He will say. Since the accident. Since the ... View Post
Whose Shoes Are You Walking In?
He has walked in ripped shoes. Off and on for 18 months. Until they have split along the sides. New ones bought; just not comfortable. So he keeps the old ones. Familiar. He's walked in his brothers shoes, too. On and off for 18 months. But they were too tight. Not his. Not the younger brother anymore. Yet not the oldest either. A hard place to be. A hard age to sort through such complex emotions. Matthew 28:20 and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded ... View Post
How Will This Story Unfold?
When I wake up in the land of Glory (Lyrics to Big Daddy Weaves, Yours Will Be) What was he thinking when he woke in the land of Glory? My red headed boy. The one who laughed rich. Blues eyes twinkling. Temper bubbling just below the surface as he wrestled with this world. Big strong hands like his daddy. These things. I think on. These things I miss. And with the Saints I will tell my story. Our story. Still not finished. His. So young. Completed. The thought still rips like a knife. Presses hard on my heart. Threatening to pull me under. So I ... View Post
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