Davis Farm and Guest House

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We’re Wrapping All That Hurt And Sadness In Love

My brother in law gets a jump on the day.  A Fundraiser. A BBQ.  There is food to cook, tents to place and list a mile long.  We're hoping for sunshine.  The doors to this farm will be flung open once again.  This time we'll breathe deep.  We'll gather together to honor Elijah's memory.  We will remember.  Deuteronomy 6:13-19  Fear the Lord your God, serve him only and take your oaths in his name.  Do not follow other gods, the gods of the peoples around you;  for the Lord your ... View Post

How to Unsettle The Unsettling

I didn't get the coffee ready before I went to bed.  I had a hard time falling asleep. I was waiting for Clarissa to come home.  And then I was restless.  I woke to rain; and to a range of negative emotions.  Searing loss. A laundry list of tasks to complete.  Unsettled.  The mundane. Yet isn't it only mundane if I choose? The darkness descends.  The enemy is subtle in his ways.  He seeks to discourage and confuse.  To remind us of our weaknesses.  Our tasks are offerings.  Gifts.  When the mundane creeps in we need to ... View Post

May Hope Find You

The music plays in the background.   A song, somehow, I have not heard before.  A story needing to be told.  Another taken so young.  It is staggering how many young men have been called home in a single car accident.  Young men.  Mama's sons.  Daddy's boys.  Sibilings.  Children of God.  The couple on the video tell their story.  Their words resonate with my heart.  This is not our home.  This is not where we belong.  It is the reminder.  This journey is not over.  We are heading ... View Post

Never, Ever Give Up

I climb the stairs.  A routine established each night.  His door is the first at the top of the stairs.  Everything is so quiet. Two are at camp.  One in heaven.  I make a comment on face book about wanting to keep my kids young.  The responses are interesting.  No, they say.  You want them to grow up and enjoy all they will become.  Right now, those thoughts are hard to embrace.  When they were young they were all here.  They were safe.  We have enjoyed the oldest. College.  Moving to ... View Post

Do You Know Where You’re Headed?

He had less than a week left. Less than a week to live. Oh how I miss him. How I long to talk to him; to hear his deep, rich voice. What about you:  if you had less than a week left? Do you know you're loved? Beyond anything you could ask or imagine.  Do you live with purpose and passion?  Or has something stolen that passion? He was passionate.  He lived life. He grabbed hold of each event with gusto. He lived with an abandon that teenagers live.  Never thinking he had a date with eternity in a week.  He was making plans.  Promises to a ... View Post

Swaying With The Changes

The kids will head to camp today.  I can't get the teenagers up to help get chores finished. But today they are up shortly after me.  Excitement.  Camp. Memories. Time with fellow believers.  Growing closer to God.  Being refreshed and renewed. Reminders of hope;  of life everlasting.  I will make the drive to New York without my farmer.  Life goes that way some times.  There was a breakdown yesterday.  So plans, for today, are changed.  I don't do so well with change anymore.  I can feel myself being ... View Post