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The Thank You Notes That Were Never Sent

Thank you notes. I write them. Or I write them in my mind. I actually enjoy writing thank you notes. A must when I was growing up. Gratitude expressed through the Art of writing. A gift I enjoyed. Sending cards. Notes of encouragement. Never a burden. My desk is filled with piles of notes that I have written. But never sent. . . My college girls thank you notes from her High School Graduation are still in a pile in the cubby hole in the desk. Our oldest farm boy was in the process of writing thank you notes. He never finished. I still have the notes. Some I have passed on. ... View Post

Choosing to Look Up

There are so many changes on the Horizon. Graduation. Our parents home has sold. Change of seasons. I dig in and recoil. It's too much. I can feel the anxiety. I can feel the uncertainty. I snap at a question. My heart is weighed down. The weather is not helping. Haying is late. Money is tight. The farm chores extend late. Equipment to fix. Pastures to fence. A constant flow of work. It's been 46 months. Time sometimes the enemy. I feel the knot in my stomach. I have never been a worrier. I usually take things in stride. Things have slowly changed and I feel the ... View Post

Commencement

They're graduating. All those Seniors. The ones that grew up together. The ones that gathered at the grave of a 17 year old. Their friend. They're moving on. Commencement. Some to careers. Some to more schooling. But they're moving on. And our son is not. His life; gone. In a moment. This time, a reminder of that ceasing. I feel the pull of the despair. I sense the ache below the surface. Yet. The Facebook posts of gatherings and graduations also spark deep love. An excitement for these young people. We raise our children with the hope that they will become ... View Post

The Day in Between

The wave comes with out warning. Slams my being. I realize I have uttered a moan. The tears fall. My dancer girl looks strangely at me. The face of grief. Unexpected. How do you put words to the deepest longing? How do you explain that as you pass this spot on the road, you can never forget. The spot where your son brought you to get your car. The last conversation you had together. How do you explain the ache? The missing is so hard. We have journeyed to the cross this Lenten Season. Each day closer. Looming. Jesus took the walk to Calvary for us. He chose to travel the ... View Post

Day #25 of Thankfulness

I remember writing this post. The grief. The cold. I remember turning and catching the glimpse of the message in the leaves. I had almost missed it. Blinded by utter despair. Oh, that we do not despair. May we linger at the cross a little longer. Open our eyes wide to see. But may despair, never knock on our door. A repost from November 25, 2013 `````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` I Almost Missed It. . . . .Day #25 of Thankfulness I almost missed it. I almost walked away without ... View Post

Feeding My Soul Day #21 of Thankfulness

We gather together. Young and Old. To break bread. A Thanksgiving meal. Rows of tables. Rows of food. All brought together. The room hums with conversation. It is good to be together. My farmer, farm boy and Zach share their experience in Haiti. Gratitude to this body and others for their generosity. Enough funds raised to cover the entire trip. To God Be the Glory. We gather upstairs for a Hymn sing. Both the Organ and the piano. Songs chosen by the Congregants. So fun. Memories swirl of times with my Grandfather. Hymn Sings. His harmony. His faith. The sound of ... View Post