It's a warm, sunny day today here on the Knolltop.
It's been a rough twenty four hours for the birthday boy. Too much cake? Too much excitment? He's getting old? Whatever the reason, Bobby has been flat on his back since yesterday morning, sicker than a dog. Poor guy! I think it's a stomach bug that has just wreaked havac on his whole body. He is now taking on liquids and keeping them down, so that's a good thing.
So with the boss down and out, the kids had to step it up....and they did. Working in the barn until 8:30 last night, the boys got in and I told them I didn't know what I'd do without them! And I really don't!
Twenty eight years ago today my family buried my brother Tim. He was killed in a car accident at the young age of 19. It was a very difficult time for the whole family, but I write about this not because I want to lament over it...but because I have now learned that time heals all wounds.
At that point in our lives, you could've told us that, but we wouldn't have believed you. Today talking about Tim and remembering all the silly, stupid, risky things he did that made him who he was, is a joy. I really try to talk about him to my kids so they have some idea who he was. And now as I speak of him, it's not with a lump in my throat or tears about to well up in my eyes, I can talk about him with a smile on my face on the edge of laughter.
So to those of you who have lost a loved one lately, be encouraged. Your sorrow really will turn into joy....in time. God says in His word that he will turn our mourning into dancing! That is a promise you can count on.
It's been a rough twenty four hours for the birthday boy. Too much cake? Too much excitment? He's getting old? Whatever the reason, Bobby has been flat on his back since yesterday morning, sicker than a dog. Poor guy! I think it's a stomach bug that has just wreaked havac on his whole body. He is now taking on liquids and keeping them down, so that's a good thing.
So with the boss down and out, the kids had to step it up....and they did. Working in the barn until 8:30 last night, the boys got in and I told them I didn't know what I'd do without them! And I really don't!
Twenty eight years ago today my family buried my brother Tim. He was killed in a car accident at the young age of 19. It was a very difficult time for the whole family, but I write about this not because I want to lament over it...but because I have now learned that time heals all wounds.
At that point in our lives, you could've told us that, but we wouldn't have believed you. Today talking about Tim and remembering all the silly, stupid, risky things he did that made him who he was, is a joy. I really try to talk about him to my kids so they have some idea who he was. And now as I speak of him, it's not with a lump in my throat or tears about to well up in my eyes, I can talk about him with a smile on my face on the edge of laughter.
So to those of you who have lost a loved one lately, be encouraged. Your sorrow really will turn into joy....in time. God says in His word that he will turn our mourning into dancing! That is a promise you can count on.
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Second, I must echo the simple wonderfulness of farm kids and the way they step into the breech when there is illness or trouble on a farm. It never fails to amaze me how they take hold and do what needs to be done!
Francis and Pat