She Loves Him

Twenty years ago something very special happened in our family. My oldest sister married her beloved during a beautiful wedding ceremony, and I don't remember a thing.

I don't remember the storm with hurricane wind speeds that knocked the power out for days just weeks before the wedding. Thus saving the mother of the bride from having to cook. Allowing her time for other important things. I don't remember the frenzy of wheat harvest as the father of the bride and any early arriving guests on hand worked hard to bring in the grain. I don't remember my sister spending hours sewing yards of satin and bits of lace into her wedding gown. I don't remember the ring bearer who was framed as the culprit for holding up the couple's departure. I don't remember the food, the flowers, decorations, or even the many well wishers who packed the church. I probably don't remember the spoken vows because I was asleep nestled in my mothers arms. I'm quite certain from the reports and the photographic proof it was lovely day.

What I see now is the beauty of the love which has continued to blossom since my sister's wedding day. A wedding ceremony is beautiful, but only if there is a couple to celebrate its remembrance each year. Sadly a day that once held beauty now is a painful memory for many couples, because of the cruel plight of divorce .

Not my sister, she still holds that bridal glow I'm certain that made her stunning that June evening. This is not what I remember, but the love I see in her, reflected upon the face of her husband. I will see it tomorrow, next year, for as long as the Lord will allow I know I will see it.

There is just something...

very nice about siblings...








...even when they are bigger than you, because than they are wiser than you.

All this because....

Two people fell in love


Happy 43rd Anniversary mom and dad.

I Didn't Know...

I didn't know many things when I came to college.

I didn't know you could have so much fun with friends.

I didn't know friends could care so much when you cried.

I surprised myself with coming to love my friends very much. Now I'm bearing the awful affects of doing this. For saying good bye is very, very, hard thing to do, but if this is the only consequence I must suffer for my friendships than I feel it is a very small price to pay.

I must only live in this sadness for a short while, for someday we will all be together forever and ever in Glory. Good bye will never be in our vocabulary than. And I think I like that idea very much.

Thought of the Day.

Today I thought of something very sad...

In one week I will be packing up my earthly belongings, thus my freshman year of college will be over.

The feeling of sadness because I'll miss the seniors.
The feeling of joy because of the faithful God who taught so much.
The feeling of gratefulness for a God who never gives up.
The feeling thankfulness for friends who bless a person so much.

Farewell my Not so Beloved Tractor

Today I'm finishing a paper, doing laundry, and memorizing verses. 700 miles away my family is attending a farm action, on the land which used to be my father's. Today marks a final chapter in the end of a era, and I'm not there.

I'm not sure I'm really too sorry that tractors' that I could never put in the right geror are leaving. The grain truck that always stalled on me I'm not sorry to see go. I hope goes to a loving owner. I never spent enough time with the machinery to get to sentimental. Just the same though, with one final bid, I know longer can claim myself as a farmer's daughter. The twinge in my heart is small.

I very thankful for the privilege of being raised on a farm. My dad poured sweat into the land and my mother tears, few and far between were the tears however.

It's very true the saying that if you marry a farmer you marry the farm as well. Mom supported dad in his endeavor. Yes there were the tough moments, yet even those served as an example that mom and dad were willing to work though this together.

All never forget the lessons learned on a tractor. And I'll cherish my growing up years on the prairie.

But I never want to forget the example of a man cared for the ground careful with careful care. My Father believed it was the Lord's and that's how he would care for it. I think dad would be the first to say it wouldn't have been possible without my mother.

Farewell to you dear farm. I may see you again on this earth. I will see mom and dad on this earth, but more importantly in heaven. Eternity is where my parrents place their treasure. Not in land, tractors, or beasts which will all pass way.

That is what I hope to never forget.

In Which I go to College and Mature...

A child leaves home for college and suddenly they are no longer a child but have blossomed into a adult. Well maybe not always...
Yes college does mature a teenager, but it also gives them freedom to do things that weren't allowed under their parent's supervision.

Take for instance one Sunday night. A few of us were gathered around the table nourishing ourselves on leftovers. A bowl of finger jello accompanied the meal. Before my very horrified eyes I watched as one of the boys proceeded to slurp the whole piece of jello into his month. He wasn't finished though, he slide the Jiggular right back out! Everyone was highly amused by the shocked look on my face. Surely I thought I was dreaming when of my female friends did the very same thing! Sheepishly announcing "we never got finger jello at home"!

Slurping however soon became dull, and the Olympics of food began. Yes, these college students were spitting their jello across the table with a very violent force. Head were ducking up in down to avoid being painted with gelled artificial coloring and flavor.

So the secret is out, college may mature a person but it may immature them anymore. You are probably wondering did I try? Don't ask silly questions, I would never be so unlady like under normal circumstances:)