It's the coldest night we've had so far. There was much on the farm to be done. Much to do before they could go. To a people in need. There is winterizing the well. Because cows can not live with out water. There are instructions and lists to be made. Nieces and High School students willing to help. To rise before dawn in the bitter cold. To serve. And to think my farmer is letting it all go. He is willing to push aside the anxiety. The fear of something going wrong. To go. To head to a people made in ... View Post
An Act of Obedience
It's been a while I wake to the heavy, raw feeling. My constant companion for so long. The weight pressing in. I haven't slept well. A needy dog. I feel tired. Worn. These days. Are the hardest. The pushing through. Imperative. Yet the strength it takes. The work. I close my eyes. I trust. I cry out to the LORD. It is only by his grace. It is by his power, that we move. His journey to the cross. My journey to glory. I will myself to begin the ... View Post
Fragmented to Repurposed
It's broken. This beautiful mug. It came in a package. From Germany. With love. A college room mate. A friend. Packed a box full of love. It made me laugh and cry. A hug from so far away. But one mug was broken. And it made me sad. Until. . . I held the fragments in my hands. Fragments. Fragmented. The way I feel. Most of the time. In pieces. Broken. Useless. Worthless. Spent. Fragmented. The pieces sat on the farm house ... View Post
What Do You Do When The Soul Ache Is Deep?
Sometimes there are just no words. When the searing pain creeps in. The ache unbearable. The silent screams wanting a voice for all this to not be. It's Advent. A Season of Preparation. And today breathing seems hard. And we're told when there are no words. When the soul ache is so deep; we would have a comforter. Romans 8:26 In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans. This comforter ... View Post
His Chains Are Gone. . .. He’s Been Set Free
His chains are gone. He's been set free. All he knows is peace and more peace. It is we, who are left behind that need the prayers. We walk the hard road. We have walked the year to a different beat. Longing for a familiar cadence. Not to be. Walking the road of grief; blindsided by cancer. Uplifted by grace of a community. Reminders continually of the strength we need to persevere. The unthinkable has happened. It has been a year of firsts. A year with out my mom a year with out my ... View Post
10 Months Of A Road I Never Thought I Could Walk
The days move along. Time has no respect for the heart. Maybe it was designed that way. The beat steady. Unwavering. 10 months of a cadence that is unfamiliar. A longing each day for what can not be. Reaching deep for strength. The earth a glow with spring color. Matchless in it's wonder. A palette stretched with colors unimaginable. The magnitude of loss so great; it mars the beauty. So I work. I step to see. Breathe. Listen. 10 months. I remember when you were 10 ... View Post
