The quiet settles in to the farm house. Each to his own space. The little girls tucked in snuggy. The older kids working on school work. The farmer soon to be in deep slumber. It has been a full day. Milking, chores, working on the pack barn. (4-17-13) Dealing with snow and mud. Visits to help heal broken hearts. Conversations about living for Christ. Advice from one close to depression. Visiting hours for the one who gave all. Ending with a band concert. The beat of the day. Pressing on. ... View Post
How The Quiet Found Me
I sit on the rock. I gaze out over this beautiful farm. It's been months. I haven't even wanted to venture outside. But today is warm. The wind is blowing and the memories strong. The river rages with the ice cold mountain run off. The expectancy of Spring in the air. It is Holy Week. The culmination of the Season of Lent. These 40 days have gone so quickly. How many days have I been still? I haven't filled a bag in a week. I have failed. My expectations, not met. A goal. Not reached. I have let other things crowd the space. I wonder; what are those ... 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
It Is Work To Find Rest
I wake indifferent. There is danger in apathy. I wage a war continually. If I don't feel then I can't hurt. If I close my eyes tightly against all the pain and struggle I will survive. That is hardly living. There is relief. There is an anecdote. There is a place where peace reigns. Where our feet are firmly planted. To remain in that place is work. There is work in grieving. There is work in surrendering a life to the One who longs to hold you. This work can leave you exhausted and spent. But we will work. We will work to ... View Post
