I have learned a few things over the years about not heating the bedroom: 1. I don't need a wine cellar. It's the perfect temperature. 2. Oil of Olay does not contain water. 3. Oil of Olay does not freeze. 4. Oil of Olay Moisturizer hurts to put on when it is 52 degrees 5.This is not an add for Oil of Olay 6. Never put your clothes on in the bedroom unless you have warmed them first. 7. Your water always stays nice and cool. 8. It is still not cold enough for spiders to die. 81/2. #8 is really important. 9. Make sure you're fully dressed before you freak out about spiders ... View Post
Hope, Where Do You FInd It?. . . .Day #3 of Thankfulness
I love to hear the rain on the tin roof. There is something so soothing. I have fond memories of sitting with Chelsea on the porch. Reading stories, listening to the summer storms. One night, when she was little, we slept outside, on the porch. It was so much fun. It was so cold in the morning. Her daddy had headed to the barn, so it was just the two of us to keep warm. All the kids love the rain on the roof. When I was pregnant with Eleanor; Gary, Elijah and Cedric carried the TV and VCR up to the hay mow and we watched a movie up there. This was ... View Post
The Juxtaposition of Life And Death, Welcome Lilah Rose
New life. It has been six years since we wrote this post. This beautiful Farmette is now turning six and in Kindergarten. She is a joy and a reminder of beauty from the ashes. She is hope and sunshine. She is the future and grace all wrapped together. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- October 24, 2013 It is the middle of the day. I am at the grocery store doing a full shopping for the first time. My phone rings. It is Adam, our son in law. It is 12:43 p.m. I feel warm and peaceful inside. The first time in almost 3 ... View Post
There is Great Grace, And There is Still Beauty
My kids found these teenagers a few years ago on youtube. They love listening to their harmonies. As a child my family would sing this hymn,gathered around the piano, with my Grandmother or Uncle playing the piano like there was no tomorrow. Oh how they would sing and harmonize. My cousins family sings like that. It's a beautiful thing. Those are years of memories forever etched into my being. This song became near and dear to us as mom began her journey with cancer; as she stepped ever heavenward. Oh how she would sing this ... View Post
No Time For Good Bye’s
The end of a life so sudden No time for goodbyes No warning The waves of shock continue The sharing of the burden lessen's the load But the night is dark and my heart cries out for what it can not have The seasons change The air pungent the earth readies for slumber of winter there is death all around each leaf and flower a reminder that all must come to an end Where does hope lie? Where does one go with the torment of grief The agony of loss The inability to change the course of events. The winter only last for a time here we do not stay. For to, means ... View Post
Prayer
The Sun streams through the parlor window. It casts a brilliant beam. Christiana calls to me to come and see. It is beautiful. Something so captivating about streams of light. (It could possibly be my ADD) What if we could climb that beam right up to heaven, I ask her. Right up to see Elijah. What would be the first thing I would do if I could see him again? I think I would just fall to my knees, too over come. Oh, to touch him, hear his voice, see those blue eyes. And I wonder. . . Am I that zealous to see God? Do I look at every sunbeam and think about climbing right up to heaven ... View Post
