She sits on my lap.
She's so long.
She tries to curl in a ball.
Those legs are not letting her.
The 4th of July a fitting birthday.
Her eyes twinkle and sparkle like her dad's;
though, the color of mine.
She reaches first for babies.
Soothes them like no other.
A beautiful sunset will not escape her notice.
She will attempt to capture the beauty.
She can teeter on the edge of wrath one moment and love
whole heartedly in the next.
She is fiercely independent.
Like the holiday of her birth.
Her faith working itself out.
Softening the edges as she lives.
A tender heart;
Learning to accept and extend grace.
She is growing.
She creates beauty through music.
She is the last.
The next generation begun.
And I've tried to learn from the others.
To sit longer.
To hold the moment.
I don't want to miss anything.
We get so busy living we sometimes miss that which is in front of us.
I've tried hard.
With the encouragement of our children I began to write
down my streams of consciousness.
It has become a life line for me as I work through deep grief,
a challenging farming season, and our young ones flying the coop.
This will also be the last blog on this site!
Stay tuned for new and exciting things to come!!
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Our prayer for you all this Independence day is that you know sweet Freedom.
Freedom from all that can weigh you down.
That you know that you are loved beyond anything that you could ever imagine.
There is a hope so sure.
A plan set in motion before time began.
Your life has purpose.
Your life has meaning.
We all can help to make this journey here on earth a better one.
One day we will be called home.
But until that day, there is much work to be done.
You will find.
"Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find;
knock and the door will be opened to you.