The sun peaks through the clouds. The air warm. Such a contrast to the winter's relentless icy blast. The sounds of Spring cut through the morning stillness. It is in these moments, each morning, that the strength for the day is nurtured. Dormant bulbs burst with the day's warmth. The gentle submission to the Father's will. The desire to seek obedience over sacrifice. We earn nothing. It is given. Freely. Ransom paid long ago for our souls. To be. To live. To have eyes to see the beauty when much ... View Post
When You Run On Empty, You Can Ooze All Over. . .
The kitchen is a mess. We have a house guest coming for 3 weeks. There is no safe way up the stairs and through the hallway with out a navigation system. The lawn needs mowing and I haven't taken time for my heart to be still. You would think after all these years I wouldn't get off track. But I have. Mother's Day, cooking, cleaning, church, games. All important things. But not the things that should matter. Finding that still, quiet time to pour over the Ancient Word is so crucial to my being. And I have filled the space with other ... View Post
Just Another Day
3 bags gone. 2 of clutter 1 of trash. The girls were troopers. It was their room after all. They stayed with Sue. I stayed away. I balanced the check book. Folded 2 loads of laundry. Made a cake for death by chocolate. But forgot to turn the oven on. Ooops. Our friends were here from Florida so they brought lunch over. We sat in the sunshine and ate. It was so good to see them. It was so good to be in the sun. We talked about books on tape. And then of course we talked about ... View Post
I Chose An Evening Stroll. How Do You Choose?
It's getting late. Some days farm work feels like it will never end. The cows need more feed. There is not enough grass. It is so hard to stay optimistic. It's a nice night. It is just Ella and I. So we head up to the barn. We walk through the field. The field Elijah and I worked in. The field we wrapped and stacked bales. The memories are so vivid and real. Dobie comes with a load of manure for the pack barn. The rhythm of the day. The comradery of farming neighbors. We chat for a bit. The farmer smiles.Yes, ... View Post
When The Day Begins
Will the overwhelming feeling ever leave? Each morning before I wake. It is there. I fight for each thought. It is those moments I surrender. I breathe deep. Fear not for I am with you. We will make it through this day together. My God and I. He will give me the strength. He will give me eyes to see beyond the pain. He alone will guide my steps. The ache and pain. I hand over to Him. He will bring good from this mess I see. He is the source for my hope and strength. He is the calm in ... View Post
The Question That Begs An Answer
The doctor asks my farmer, "What do you like to do?" And I watch my farmer. He doesn't know. Right now, he hates farming. There are aspects he used to enjoy. Maybe even love. A deep satisfaction. Now, it produces stress. Reminders of a beloved red headed farm boy; heading to the Marines. He used to play music. . . we both did. Kids and life got in the way. I start to think. What do I like to do? I used to love to teach. It is in my blood. But with 6 children, a farm, a home, working out became impossible. My career shifted to domestic ... View Post
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