Psalm 28:7 The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him. The dark still lingers. Coffee perked. The morning sounds beginning. My farmer and girls; still milking. The pause before the day begins. One of my favorite times of day. It is the time I feel most in tune with my Savior. The time when my heart is full. When I feel strong. It is after my feet have touched the floor. The moments where my soul has been refreshed in ... View Post
Keep On, Keeping On
The words on the pole begin to fade. The area around the site; bare. The remnant of something. Unknown to passers by. A cross. 3 flags. A memorial, one thinks. Each drive along that route, I cry out to the Father. I ask for mercy in this process. I beg for the pain to be softened. I long to know why. Yet I don't remain there. There is still purpose and work left to do here. The tension of how to move on and remember, pull. A desire to hide from all that is moving on; strong. Effort made each day to surrender my ... View Post
We, The People
This road is hard. We, the people, meant for Grace for all time. Thrown through the ravages of sin and justified and sanctified by the blood. We, the people, destined for all that is holy, yet muck through the waters until He returns. The step of some days harder than others. Weeping and flailing as if there were no anchor. The whole time being held. We, the people. Each so different. Each so needy. Each so loved. The sun beats down. The warmth fills the cold spaces. It is a choice to breathe in ... 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
A Step At A Time
"Every doing starts with a step." It's the first thing I read when I get out of bed. A tweet from Proverbs 31 ministry. I didn't want to get up today. Sometimes when I open my eyes the impact hits all over again. I usually turn my first thoughts to God. At least I try. I try to thank Him for the day. To begin my day with a Christlike focus. Lately it's been about my emotions. I wallow in what I have lost. I cry out for it to not be. This morning when I didn't want to take a step. Those first words encouraged me. "Every ... View Post
Being In It For The Long Haul
I am in this for the long haul. This journey, called life, is only a shadow of what is waiting. It demands endurance. We have a family moving out to farm alongside us. They are packing all they own and know and hauling it across this beautiful country. They have a long haul in front of them. This is a new culture and climate. Many adjustments. They need to be in this for the long haul. This journey in life. It is not easy. It is riddled with strife, heartache and shattered dreams. There is great beauty, and there is deep pain. Yet there is comfort and hope for the ... View Post
