I have a confession to make. I don't trust Him enough. At all. I get a call from a friend. She says I am not trying to be a nosy neighbor but I wanted you to know your tractor and manure spreader were stopped by the police. I start to shake. I tell her thank you. I can't stop shaking. I call Gary. I hang up the phone. I sit at the desk and shake. The tank could have flipped. My mind races. I relive the accident night over again. I hear God's voice. Do you trust me enough? My shaky voice answers, No. I don't ... View Post
Sometimes He Does; Sometimes He Doesn’t
She asked for a banana and she was given 92. Just one. That's all she asked for. An impossible situation. She was a prisoner in New Guinea during the war. A missionary placed in a prison camp. Then accused of being a spy. Faith like a mountain. In the cold hard cell, Darlene Deibler Rose gave thanks for the tile. It meant she was out of the dirt. A blessing. She counted her 1,000 gifts right there in the prison cell. A woman alone. Her husband taken from her and gone the way of the saints. She was starving and ... View Post
When Each Step Taken, Is On Solid Ground
Easter. A day of great joy. Also my birthday. Another new path forged. Days I didn't want to walk through. Yet the beat of time relentless in its march. (Easter 2013) (Easter 2013) Then, the realization that your first born is residing in Glory on this Resurrection day. Oh the joy he experiences on a continual basis. We, a people, just trying to understand with limited minds. I made it through most of the service with out crying. It's the first service since Elijah met Jesus and Gary was diagnosed with cancer, that I haven't dissolved into a weeping ... View Post
He Did What He Had To Do. . .For Us
It's not about the candy or the Bunny. It's not about the Eggs, the baskets or the Ham dinner. But it is. And One less basket leaves me weak. There are so many little things that add up to shattered dreams and a broken way. And I wonder. What was it like in Heaven when Jesus returned? God had sent his son that star lit night long, long ago. Sent the babe to Bethlehem. The Incarnate. Isaiah 7:14 Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign: The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and will call him Immanuel. The Savior of the ... View Post
Waiting Can Turn Me Into The Road Rage Queen
I wait in the parking lot for my youngest son; now my only, to finish practice. It seems like yesterday I was waiting for Elijah. There is struggle in waiting. I do not wait well. I am easily irritated. There is something else I could be doing. Work that needs to be done. Space; I need to fill. Silence; (ask the farmer) I need to fill. There is purpose in waiting. Each a season. Waiting; with child, for birth. Hope. New life. Waiting; in line, traffic, on the phone. While waiting, I can turn into the road rage queen in the middle of ... View Post
Leaning Into The Leprechauns: Somedays It’s Just Do The Next Thing
Years of teaching leaves me with traditions that promote the creativity in the young ones. It's Saint Patrick's Day Eve. There are traps to make. Catching a Leprechaun takes over all their senses. There is pure delight. I have relished every year of watching the traps being built. Such ingenuity. Some more glamorous than others. Those silly creatures turn over the chairs and tear the room apart. And always leave a Pot O' Gold. The milk turns green. Last year the resident redhead discovered even the toilet ... View Post
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