It was spring. The snow was melting and forming puddles in the driveway, curling little trails toward the dip on the edge where it disappeared into the brown grass. Sunlight filtered off the muddied piles of leftover ice and warmed the skin on my face. But I couldn’t feel it. Icy hardness still reigned in…
It had been a rough morning. One where every boundary was tested, every rule questioned, every bit of patience sapped right dry. In fact, it was one of the very few days when I actually entertained the thought that, perhaps, I could give up this desire for my own children, stop watching the boys, and just be…
I want to speak words of faith and hope. Often I falter and speak pain. It is the ever continuing cycle of submission and yielding to the Spirit of God. The emptying of myself, and the opening and freeing to be filled with Him. I write words and words. I hesitate, I speak, I cringe….
It is the church of Laodecia that makes me shift uneasy in my seat. The church that thought they were rich and strong, who were really poor and blind and naked. I’ve been there, you know. I’ve lived in the state of blindness and brokenness and thought that I could see. I stumbled around and wounded myself and others,…
My hands were covered in blood and manure. The new little calf fought my offer of milk from the bottle. She swung her head and tugged at her rope. The mother hadn’t licked off the baby and the remains of birth, manure and hay covered the shivering body. I knew the warm colostrum that I…
The first calf that died in our barn was named Grace. She was a pretty little black thing with a white heart on her forehead. When she got sick I tried everything to save her. Sat in the barn for hours trying to coax fluid and meds into her. I fed her one morning…
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