Sometimes It Takes A Storm

It was a few minutes after five in the morning. I heard the faint rumble of an approaching storm. I listened as it grew closer. The dark bedroom was bathed in the blue-white of lightning. It went on for quite a while, and now, even hours later, I can still hear thunder. Today is wet and gray and I like it. I like stormy, rainy days…at least once in a while. I like the smell of the soil when it is wet from the rain, or walking through puddles with my rubber boots.

Stormy days remind me of being cleansed. Even in the midst of life’s thunder and lightning, hard torrential rains, and gray skies….we can know that the storms, although at times scary and maybe even dangerous, will eventually stop.

Sometimes it takes the storms to wash away the dirt of life, to bring a fresh perspective and appreciation.


Mark 4:39

And He (Jesus) got up and rebuked the wind and said to the sea, “Hush, be still.” And the wind died down and it became perfectly calm.

































Smiling Saturdays

I heard the rain on the roof this morning, not a hard rain, but gentle and soothing. It was time to get up. I had chores to do and errands to run. On my quest to see God in each day, to be thankful for even the smallest of things, my eyes have been opened in ways that I could have never known at the beginning of my journey.

The first stop was at the bank. There is something to be said for small town banks. My son and I were met with friendly smiling faces, and helpfulness. A smile is such a small thing, but doesn’t it make all the difference?  We were even offered coffee, tea, or water while we waited.

Next, it was to Tractor Supply to pick up feed for the chickens and the horse. While loading the heavy bags onto the flat cart, one of the men (whom I had not seen before, he must be new?) asked if he might help me? I thanked him for his assistance. After he helped me I noticed him helping an older couple with loading their purchases in their car. His kindness made me smile.

Lastly, was a quick stop at Aldi’s grocery store. I smiled at the people that were doing their Saturday morning shopping. Most times I got a smile in return. Smiles are contagious, right?

It has been a good day so far. I’m thankful for smiling Saturdays. 🙂




A Saturday Afternoon Drive

Got my to do list done early today. I asked my husband if he’d like to go on a Saturday afternoon drive with me? He drove. I took my camera. This is some of what we saw….








Taking a rest in the field.  I am lovin’ the llamas. Yesterday, all the babies met me at the mailbox.  We made eyes at each other across the fence. They are the cutest pieces of fluff, ever. They make me so happy!









I think the horse might have been wondering what we were doing… Just trying to get a picture, buddy.









What you lookin’ at? Is that a smile, I see? Say cheese!









Lots of train tracks, out here, in the country… and I mean lots.









We thought this was an interesting picture. I took the picture while hubby was the lookout. It wouldn’t have been near as nice a picture if we ended up smooshed by a freight train, just sayin’.









I’ve got a thing for barns…and silos. This is no secret…




















































The red, white, and blue flying high, up on top of a granary.












God bless the U.S.A.






Summer Saturdays

Summer Saturdays

This weekend is for visiting with friends…

High school graduation celebrations…

Enjoying a slower pace.

Driving Down County Road 12

Today, I was on my way to the house of one of my home instructed students. The sun was shining and the air was warm. I had the windows down in the van. It was one of those glorious days.

No traffic, and the only time I had to stop was for a deer. She was standing perfectly still, the only thing giving her away was the slight twitch of her ear. We locked eyes, she and I. She was just as interested in me, as I was in her. Then the moment was gone. She turned and sprang into the air. The only sight left was that of her white tail as she ran off. A similar experience happened the other night with a fox. Beautiful. Just beautiful.

I meandered on down the road and slowed down to watch a heard of Holsteins gathered around a feeding trough. Their black and white swaying back and forth, trying to get to lunch. I smiled at the sight of them.

The fields dotted with farms for as far as the eye could see. I noticed the carefully plowed rows, and the farmers in their tractors, baling hay. The big, round hay bales looked like rural art…and I appreciated the view.

As I rounded a bend in the road, the sun hit the silver topped silo, and nearly blinded me with the brilliance. Silos…utilitarian towers of rural America.

All is art, and beauty…when one trains the eyes to really see. Even the simple can become profound.

Have you ever had days when you were so happy, that the feeling just bubbled up inside? Threatening to spill out all over the place? It’s that moment when you realize….really, realize…..that you are blessed.

Enjoying my Saturday, in my little piece of rural America……..

I wish the best for you, my friends. May you realize your blessings today.

Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse, that there may be food in my house. Test me in this,” says the Lord Almighty, “and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that there will not be room enough to store it.  Malachi 3:10 NIV


A Country Girl

A country girl at heart….











































































































Enjoying the wide open spaces and quiet places…..

Saturdays are meant for slowing down and letting time pass, laying in a hammock with a glass of iced tea.


Today is my son’s 17th birthday. Seventeen years ago today, he came into my life, and changed my life forever. Happy Birthday, Kendrick!