It is the afternoon and I am restless.
I get this way sometimes. The enormity of the loss overpowering. I just don't want to think. I pray and remember the promises; God will never leave us nor forsake us. But the afternoon threatens to engulf. So I head to the barn to see (Ahem, supervise) those boys.
They have so much finished in one day.
Probably because they don't stop.
I asked if they were coming in for lunch and they were all like,
as my son says, "I ain't got time for that."
So, I send food up to them.
And then I head to check on them.
The water pipe is buried and they are getting ready for the electrical;
except, the lane for the cows is frozen solid. Ooops!
except, the lane for the cows is frozen solid. Ooops!
They try a jack hammer.
They try to dig under so the bucket can scoop and lift and break away the pieces.
(that's my official untrained lingo)
But it's too solid.
They try a few more things and then they set a heater out to try to thaw
through those layers of frozen earth.
They try to dig under so the bucket can scoop and lift and break away the pieces.
(that's my official untrained lingo)
But it's too solid.
They try a few more things and then they set a heater out to try to thaw
through those layers of frozen earth.
The cows are very curious. I sometimes wonder what they think.
They tend to just stare.
I hope they don't judge.
Dobie and Gary in their more thoughtful moment on the project; two peas in a pod.
And I marvel at these two men. So different; yet so alike.
Neither spent money on a higher education, yet both run their own businesses.
Between the 2 of them, they can fix or build anything.
The support for Gary; a godsend.
2 men who value work over most anything else.
Unless there is equipment or deer stories,
then you don't want to miss a single moment of the conversation.
It is a gift to be in their presence.
I look forward to those times. There is richness in their talk. They are wise and funny.
Unless there is equipment or deer stories,
then you don't want to miss a single moment of the conversation.
It is a gift to be in their presence.
I look forward to those times. There is richness in their talk. They are wise and funny.
Yet there is a bit of awe.
I make extra coffee, hoping each morning we'll have a visit.
I make extra coffee, hoping each morning we'll have a visit.
I too long to be in the presence of the most Holy. I long to sit at Jesus' feet. To be in the word.
For my soul to be nourished by the ancient truth.
My soul aches with loss and the outcome of the future. All I know here on this earth is in upheaval.
Yet it is my soul that is nourished and fed.
There is peace in the journey.
There is humor in the day.
God knew I would need these 2 little girls.
So, in my world that is turned upside down; in my world where cancer and the first anniversary of mom's home going looms, I put my knees to the ground and lift my hands in praise, because this Advent, I want my heart to wait on the only thing that matters.
O Come, O Come Emmanuel
O come, Thou Key of David, come,
And open wide our heavenly home;
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close the path to misery.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.
And open wide our heavenly home;
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close the path to misery.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.
