We Have the Missing our Son Blues

Our family made the newspaper once again.

This time it was honoring those that have come to cut and split wood.

Those that have spent hours of their time on our farm trying to make things a little easier for us. 

I was honored and blessed by this article. The reporter listened to what was said. And she wrote it. She didn't compromise. 

Or cut the parts of faith out.

 You can read the Burlington Free Press article here.

There were more teammates here stacking wood.
It makes my heart ache a little when I see them. 

It is a reminder of what is no more.
Yet, I am touched that they would take time to come here to help.

Chores continue to be done. Cows need to be milked.

Calves fed. 

Gary in his steady way, carries on. 

Besides my Savior, he is my rock. 

His wisdom and strength a beacon of hope for our family.
But he too is tired.
Worn from this journey of ache and loss.

The kids struggle to find understanding.

They miss their brother. 

Everything seems so incomplete.

The seasons are changing. The cool nights are here. 

We begin to make changes for the winter.

There is still much preparation.

Though wood is now not a burden.

Sleep is still a relief. 

Today is a new day. It is dreary and cold.
We have hay down. There was once a forecast that did not indicate rain.
It is easy to feel blue;
without hope.

But this will be a day that I will do all I can to look up,
 breathe, and put one foot in front of the other. 

We will praise God with all we have, even when we don't feel it.  

Revelation 21:4
"and He shall wipe away every tear from their eyes; and there shall no longer be any death; there shall no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain; the first things have passed away."

Here's my heart, lord, take and seal it

Seal it for thy courts above.