a journal
The other day I took the kids to school, it was my birthday. It was their first day all four of them in school at the same time in weeks. So I went for a walk, to feel less alone. I think we can be too alone, not alone enough, or both at the same time. Do we all feel a little in that last category these days? I told a friend that I think there’s a trick to feelings. … Continue readingWhen You’re Alone
If we started the day, every day, telling the Lord that we surrender *completely* our plans for the day…. Our hopes for our plans… …and those deep griefs that we can’t even find words for. If we hung on like Jacob did until we receive the blessing. I’m here to find out. Our names are engraved on Your hands… … and even as we grapple, that is ever on Your mind. May it be on mine today, too.
I haven’t written in a month, but July is like that every year. July is kind of like December. You love everything that there is to do but you don’t intend to keep up this kind of pace forever. Also, the boys keep finding me. My red birds have moved into their summer home in the cedars along the little springs and creeks under the trees. Goldfinches are still around at the feeders and the hummingbirds have moved back in. … Continue readingJuly
This was our first spring at the farm here in Virginia. Where the fields had been used for corn before we moved here, there was no telling how good of a hay cutting there would be our first year here. But the guys got heaps and heaps of pretty grass mowed and raked, tedded then raked again. It was pretty hay and perfect haying weather too- a sky as blue and sharp as any sky in Eastern Montana ever was; … Continue readingThe Gray Hay Days: When the Sun Rinses Out
We traded income for hours over here, how about you? Texting with an old friend in the quiet of the early morning just now, we talked about the blessings of it all. New ways of doing things borne more out of necessity than fear are the ones I want to hang onto after the Covid-19 virus has swept through and petered out. What are those things borne out of necessity that you want to hang onto?