The day dawns and the clutches of the joy thief grasp tighter. Basic decision making becomes a monumental task. The world pales and darkness threatens to consume. Severe flooding, long hours, financial instability, the death of your son and cancer chase you to the brink. But even in that you do not fall. You call it by it's name. Out loud. Depression. The joy thief. A real and frightening path. Many lose their way walking through the darkness of depression. But you name the demon. And you call the doctor. You will climb the ... View Post
When I Don’t Measure Up. . . I Need To Remember What I Wrote Earlier In The Week
I fall short. I don't measure up. I head down a road of self destruction. It is so easy to do. The dishes aren't done. The floors need to be mopped. The phone rings and there are bills to pay. The laundry is backed up again. . .the kids need help. (I didn't say they were helping. . .they need help) The house is so cluttered. One of the hydraulic hoses on the case blew. There's a flat tire on the Swinger. The Valtra is at the shop. My farmer worries me. I miss my son. My heart hurts. I am worn. It all clambers for my attention. Every ... View Post
Fighting Discouragement With A Well Worn Path
Discouragement. Do you ever struggle? It creeps in uninvited. It is different than depression. In some ways worse. It is the tool the enemy uses when he can find no other way. Our Cedric has descended into the pit of discouragement. It is painful to watch. In his world nothing is going right. And he's right. So much is, oh so wrong. So many changes for one so young. As adults we are struggling; how in the face of youth do you take on these monumental burdens? Cedric has a desire to work this farm; it runs deep through his ... View Post
How Do You Look For The Grace Given For Just This Day?. . . Day #14 of Thankfulness
We are glad the day is over. A dead cow to start the day. Baler needs to be sent to dealer to have some work done. (Did I mention it is barely a year old. So much for buying new) The shaft on our tractor stopped working, creating feeding, scraping and management issues. And. . . .the the fluid on Gary's incision returned. . . so back to the hospital we went. 3 days in a row. We are tired. We are so worn. Yet, God knows our needs. On the way home we stop at a grocery store we never frequent and run into a friend who wants to help with management of ... View Post