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…
With evening comes new life. One of the two cows left to freshen before fall drops a heifer calf. She’s born with stubborn built-in and fights the rope I slip around her neck. Her muscles tense and I laugh at her antics. Her mama calms her down with swift licks. Life is born in blood. 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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