I thought it would stop. All the negativity. It hasn't. The name calling; by the very people who wish to not be called names. I don't, and can't understand the mentality. We are more than this. My parents taught me, "If you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say it at all." That practice seems to be only pertinent when your candidate wins office. I long for unity. I long for no name calling; on either side. I long for there not to be sides. Differences. Yes. They challenge us; teach us. But no sides. We can learn from each other. No matter how different. There is ... View Post
America: God Shed His Grace on Thee
O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! A friend posted this on her face book wall. It evoked memories of Elementary music classes. It also brought back a memory of a dance recital. The finale included this song and all dancers coming onto the stage carrying flags. I remember the crowd standing to their feet. It was the 70's and I was young. I remember the lump in my throat. A sense of pride ... View Post
Election Day! Day #8 of Thankfulness
Here it is Election Day! A day that used be somewhat exciting and patriotic. A day when my heart swelled with gratitude for the exercise of freedom in this great United States. I woke last night. Yes, just after my last post about not having trouble sleeping. I woke. And could not fall back to sleep. I realized it was the election on my heart. So I prayed for this great Nation. And fell back to sleep I woke again this morning with peace. This is still a great Nation. We are still here. When our son died. God left us here. For a reason. For a purpose. We still have a voice. If ... View Post
Thankful Even When it Hurts Day # 6 of Thankfulness
I walk room to room. Picking up. Putting away. The way of a mom. The things that never seem to make it to its home. Though, I confess, not everything has a home. Why do I not look at the task with joy? I pick up a jacket. I look. It is my first born sons. I hold it. I breathe in deep; searching for him. This is so unfair. I can't make sense of this loss. Today another mom buries her son. The victim of an angry fight. My heart aches for this mom I have never met. I hug the jacket close. The girls come in from the barn and I am drawn into the here and now. Their laughter ... View Post
Are You Really Ready?
They're building at the accident site. Someone has put a Quilt Show sign right in front of the pole. I am sure they have no idea that the heart of a 17 year old ceased to beat in that space. That the ground holds his blood. But the sacredness of that space is temporal. His spirit was gathered in a cloud and whisked to the holy of holy's. Reigning now with the King of all Kings. A life time is being lived while part of me still remains; there. She looks me in the eyes. This wise teenager. So different from the others. Sensitive. Stylish. Hard working. She leans over and says ... View Post
23 And Counting
23 years and counting. I love him just as much as I did back then. Different though. It was a story book wedding. I'd do it all over again. So much fun. Such a beautiful day. Look at the Farm Niece and the Oldest Farm girl! This year we're getting ready for Haiti. So much to do in precious little time. This is what love is. Going to a Nation in need. Heeding the call. Loving the other for their heart to go. We've walked through fire. We're still grieving the deep loss of our son. We're still believing that cancer is at bay. We're learning to dance to a different ... View Post
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