I was working my way through barn chores when I began thinking about it again. I think I noticed it the first time I ever read the whole Bible through. It’s there, over and over again. Somehow it captured me and since then every time I see it in a passage- I underline it and…
He gets these crazy ideas sometimes. Walking into my kitchen with that look in his eye. “New York Pizzeria.” He says. “I’ve had a hankering all day.” I glance at the clock. Milking time. Right now. It would be crazy. But I shrug. After tomorrow I will frown on such thoughts (since I will be…
It was going to be a scarf. That was the plan. Sometimes plans get changed. He walked in the room, that strong wonderful husband of mine, looked at the red yarn dangling from my hands, and said, “You’re making me an afghan?” Two seconds of silence beat through the room. My gaze focused on his…
This is the week of Thanksgiving. A holiday that I’ve been thinking a lot about this year. Well, at least the name. Thanksgiving. The act of eucharisteo. In many ways this year was different than the years before. This was a year of new perspectives. A year of wholeness. A year that deserves a bit…
I could tell that life was wearing him down. Maybe it was the quiet way he opened the door. Or perhaps the deep slow breaths. Whatever it was that tipped me off, I turned, ready for the look of defeat. “I don’t know how to fix it.” The words are clipped and rough. I don’t…
When we first got our cows, milking took all of my mental focus to accomplish. How to make sure everything in the milk house is ready so the milk went into the tank and not onto the floor. How to hold the milker-unit just right so it wouldn’t break suction. How to work efficiently enough to…
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