Once again, there is no milk for my coffee. This is a conundrum I run into quite often. The irony is, we own a dairy farm. . Elijah could consume a half gallon at a time. His brother is now not quite far behind. . . I would find myself standing in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, needing milk. . . He would complain; but Elijah would make a special trip down from the barn.. Secretly he knew he would benefit from the milk too. So this morning I find myself without milk. And I improvise with whipped cream. It's not the ... View Post
Maybe We Will Survive
The reality of our son not being here for the rest of our lives, is weighing heavy on my heart. The missing is overpowering at times. It takes my breath away. I feel as if my heart will break. And really, it has; into a million pieces. . . The pieces are being replaced day by day. Prayer by prayer. But it will never be the same. Deuteronomy 7:9 Know therefore that the LORD your God is God, the faithful God who keeps covenant and steadfast love with those who love him and keep his commandments, to a thousand generations, The equipment on ... View Post
