Rising early each morning, my farmer heads to the barn. Never complaining. Morning his favorite time. He's never upset to milk alone. He takes his time. Enjoying the quiet. Our children have appreciated this time as well. Moments spent with their father beneath a sea of stars. The chill of the early morning; stimulating. Walking with purpose. Cows to bring to the barn. Wildlife. Unfamiliar sounds. All part of the memory. Our journey to Organic Certification complete. It has been quite an ... View Post
Joy Heard From Haiti
They have flown into a different space. A culture not like our own. Les Cayes, Haiti. The south west section. On the coast. 6 hours from Port Au Prince. The farmer and his daughter, have left the -3 three temperatures, chores and school and have joined with other farmers. . . to go. They have heard the call. God said, yes. The Safe T homes; refuge for many. Because of your faithfulness in giving and prayer, they are there. Just over 5 years ago Haiti suffered one of the worst Earthquakes ... View Post
If He Asks, Are You Willing To Do The Hard Thing?
Most mornings I still wake with a longing for things to be different. The piercing ache still very present. Images of my red head running through my mind. Reconciling the reality. His life here, on this earth, finished. My life continuing. Striving to push against the tide that will threaten to pull me under. 2014 is coming to a close. A year that never held my son. A year we battled cancer. A year we walked on the wings of grace and mercy of friends and community. A year where the God of ... View Post
Even A Year Later My Grip Remains Strong
A year later we still are haying. The fire on to take the chill off the morning air. The desire of my heart to yield to the heavenly father. The pain still real, the missing still great. Longing to find our way in this world. Wanting to make a difference. Wanting hope to permeate all we do. Thoughts scratched out in the wee hours of the morning. Still ring true a year later. Yet, this is before cancer knocked on our door. It is before I knew what was to be. . . It's Early Morning 9-20-13 I rise while it is still dark. Coffee is made. We are having pancakes for breakfast. I have turned the ... View Post
Lessons Learned From The Pig Pen
Some days I just want to play all day. I want someone to feed me and take care of my basic needs. A little like the piggy, wiggies. When the sun shines, I will soak up the warmth with not a care in the world. When I am scared, I can crawl into a pig pile. I can feel the safety and security of those closest to me. Alas, I am not a pig. Though I dare say I live like one sometimes. My room is such a mess. But, I am not a pig. I do have responsibilities and burdens to carry; no matter how ... View Post
Re-posting This Day Last Year. . . Sometimes Looking Back Helps With The Steps Forward
This is a re-post from last year on this day. Sending prayers of gratitude for the hands that have held us and continue to shower us with grace. Being a Giver. . .it is Hard to Receive The rhythm of the routine continues. There is hay down and baling to be done. Cows are up in milk and the management needs care and detail. It's the detail that makes the difference. It's what makes you stand out. Caring about the tiniest details brings you closer to your goal. Details may mean success or ruin for us. Those details seem hard. But they are ingrained in ... View Post
