Springtime In The Country


This Saturday is damp and foggy. The ground is wet from the rain…

and there is goodness, even in the gray of this day.

Last Saturday was wrapped in sunshine. Wonderful warmth.

These are the beautiful opposites of Spring in the country.






















































There is a time for everything,
   and a season for every activity under the heavens…  Ecclesiastes 3:1  NIV

A Gift

Česky: Modrý budík English: Blue alarm clock

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As much as I sometimes complain or gripe about certain days…. time truly is a gift, no matter what kind of day I happen to be having.

Time is a most valuable gift, and sadly, most of the time I don’t appreciate it like I should.

Once minutes are gone, they cannot be recaptured….and yet, I am so cavalier in the way I spend

my precious moments.

On days when I am contemplative, I think back to the day my late husband uttered these words,

“Dawn, the vacuuming can wait. Just sit with me for awhile. I’m dying and I won’t be here forever.”

A profound moment in time,

that is forever etched in my mind.

Two weeks later, my husband was gone.

If I could say anything at all with my writing…..it would be this:

value the time you have.  Enjoy it more. Savor it more. Use it more. Appreciate it more, because once it is gone, it is gone.

God gave us a certain amount of time in this life.

He expects us to be good stewards of the gift He has given us.


Knowing My Limits

"TUESDAY" production sign

"TUESDAY" production sign (Photo credit: Vaguely Artistic)

I read her words…. once. Twice.

Stop trying to work things out before their times have come. Accept the limitations of living one day at a time.” –Sarah Young

Isn’t it apropos that this should be what I read today? Especially, after the kind of day I had on Tuesday.

Accepting the limitations. Learning to live one day at at time.

One day at a time is enough, more than enough, to do what needs to be done.

Because aren’t there always going to be needs? And the desire to get things done? And aren’t I always pushing for more time?

And isn’t He there in the midst?  Already. Working things out according to His will?

Isn’t this, after all, what I should be seeking? To know Him. To trust Him. To believe Him, more.

Limitations are not a weakness, but a strength.

It is those very things that limit me, that allow me to draw closer

to the One who is limitless, and unchanging.

Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever. Hebrews 13:8 NIV



Fighting My Own Will

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The day went from bad to worse.

I woke up achy. Not sick achy, just yuck achy. I was already tired and I had only been up a few minutes. The cat had puked and I almost stepped in it on the way to the kitchen. I was short with my son, blurted angry words, and it caused hard feelings. The rest of the day went downhill from there…and I’d only been up for 15 minutes.

I was frustrated, angry, and resentful….and in my defense there are some very real issues that need addressing….but, my attitude certainly was not helpful.

At all.

Big, huge, huffing, SIGH.

I knew that today I’d be writing on sacrifice. Oh, great. Just what I needed.

Sacrifice….the last thing I wanted to write about, and the thing I needed to write most about.

It’s difficult, the stepping back. The letting go. The not having everything perfect.

I so badly want the “perfect”.

It is a struggle to say, “Okay, it’s not the way I want it, or the way it should be, but….I’m not the one in control.”

God is.

His, was the greatest of sacrifice. A sacrifice that makes anything I might or might not do, seem almost irrelevant.

It isn’t though, not really….not to Him.

God sees and knows my sacrifice. He sees me struggle to die to self. He understands my hand to hand combat in the fight against my own will.

Sacrifice isn’t easy.

It never is.

But, it is necessary.

Because, it is through our sacrifice and struggles that we become more like Him…..and that makes it all worth while.

Choosing Promise

Cloudy sunset

At times it is impossible to see down the road and around the corner. We have to go on the journey, not knowing what might happen. Life has both

mountain top exhilaration, deep valley grief and a myriad number of feelings in between. If we take that and throw in our own emotions and attitudes….well…..it can make for interesting scenarios.

There have been times in my own life when I didn’t know why certain things happened to me. My finite mind wanted to make sense of the situation. I just couldn’t. There have been other times when I’ve had the privilege of being extremely blessed, well beyond what I deserved. I tried to understand.

And yet…..

God understands. There is nothing that happens to me, or for me, or about me, that He is not aware of.  God is never surprised or taken aback by circumstance. He doesn’t “wake up” one morning and say, “What will this day hold?” He is already there, and He knows.

God, the Alpha and the Omega, makes promises. To me. To you. Unlike us, His word is one hundred percent true. He never makes a mistake. He is unable to tell a lie. What He says He means and what He promises happens. Always.

Isn’t there comfort in that? No, “I’m sorry’s”. No, ” I didn’t mean that.” No, “opps”.  His world is true. As I go through my days, trusting in His promises when the days are good and full, then when the days turn shades of gray and full of grit, I am ready. I have built my foundation strong upon the promises of the One who knows the plans He has for me.

Abraham, the great Patriarch, couldn’t see the future. He did not understand why God would ask him to take his son’s life…..the child that was his future. This child that would be the beginning of his father’s lineage…. that Abraham had been promised. When the way seemed confusing and the vision was murky…

Abraham chose to have faith.

He chose to rely on God’s promises to him….that he would have as many ancestors as stars in the sky.

He could have said no. He could have turned and run away. It would have been understandable. It would have made sense.

But, Abraham had spent years of his life….preparing. Walking with God. Trusting in Him.

And he saw God’s promise come true.

“…being fully persuaded that God had power to do what He had promised. This is why “it was credited to him as righteousness.” ” Romans 4:21-22  NIV


Today I am thankful for:

* a fresh start

* morning solitude

* a warm blanket

* cold water in my water bottle

* slivers of early morning light

*food in the fridge

* baby chicks chirping

* God who promises

* He who keeps His promises

* faith that stands firm

A Saturday In Spring










Good morning, sunshine!

The view from my kitchen window always makes me smile.










The start of a new day…











I love to watch the neighbor’s llamas, across the road.

Shortly, there will be babies running around, that resemble cotton balls with legs.











Salem kitty is on the prowl.

She doesn’t like her picture taken, but she tolerates me chasing her around the yard until I get one!











Ace, you goober head!

You cannot lay in what will soon be my flower bed.











Jazz watches me from afar.

She’s usually curious about what is going on around the house.











These are the newest members of our family.

Ten chicks. Typical babies…they eat, sleep, and poop.











The neighbor’s barn. Doesn’t it look picturesque?

My family’s barn is metal and doesn’t have quite the same “Norman Rockwell” appeal to me, as this one.











Spring is busting out all over!











Necessary during the spring months, around here.











….and I took the one less traveled by….and it has made all the difference.


Quiet, Please!

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Loud makes me irritable. I don’t really like loud. I prefer quiet, not that I get a chance to enjoy THAT very often.

Three kids who can be (and usually are) loud. A television that blares a lot of the time. (why did my husband and I think “the open” concept would be so great for our house?)  Barking dogs, meowing cats, and now chicks in a cardboard box in the front entrance. The morning news is on right now. I listen to it as I clean up my breakfast dishes. The “loudness” of the news echoes in my head.

Who will be the republican nominee? Why did the terrorist kill the Jewish teacher and children in France? And why do gas prices continue to climb?! The loudness of it all just gets to me.

I WANT QUIET!!! Peace. Isolation from it all?

I wander over to the kitchen window and look out at the sky changing colors, tinged with the morning hues of pinks and purples. Clouds scudding across the open expanse over the fields. I breathe deeply and am reminded of this verse……quiet for the soul.

He says, “Be still, and know that I am God;
   I will be exalted among the nations,
   I will be exalted in the earth.”  Psalm 46:10  NIV