This year at the Farmhouse, we are especially thankful for tidings of comfort and joy.
I wasn’t sure how I was going to push on through with Christmas decor, but I wanted to do it for my family. I think that was the thing that helped me the most…knowing that it meant so much to our children.
The little wooden sled that I have on my porch was used by my dad when he was a boy. This year, it is extra special. That’s the way those things work, isn’t it?
I have told people that the passing of my dad has changed me in an odd, yet good, way. I have now fully realized what is important in this life. It is really very basic: Loving God with your whole heart.
This year I left tons of Christmas decor in the storage room. I pulled out the things that meant the most to our little family. There is a wonderful simplicity in that. I may hang on to that for years to come. It’s really my style anyway.
Sometimes at Christmas I feel the pressure to decorate everything in sight. That really just isn’t me. I start wanting to throw things out on the lawn when it gets too fussy in here. I clearly have a problem. 😉
We cut down a cedar from our field last week. Some years we buy one, but this year it just seemed like the thing to do. Staying close to home helps your weary heart, I do believe. When my dad was a boy, they would go cut one down on their own property. Yes, this year, it was just the thing to do.
I promise to not always be sad, dear Dirt Roaders. I am trying to ease back into blogging with a bruised and battered heart. Your prayers actually mean more to me than your views or comments. (Even though I dearly love those.) Bear with me, I know that with God…healing comes in time.
Now…what am I gonna cook for supper?
Along the Dirt Road 
Prayers are always yours. Don’t know why but God has gotten me out of bed for you and others along the way to pray. I don’t always know the reason. Perhaps in the night, when we are in dark alone with our thoughts. Just know your never alone Jesus is always there.
If I hareness Jennifer’s cats I might have enough to pull a sled to your house. A war, sweet roll to brighten your day! I too with cancer on both sides this year and dad’s heart attack along with cancer made me realize this past year of what is important. I think that’s why I have been getting my pictures in order I have had stacked around for years. Rod and I were chatting , someday a picture and a memory to go with it is all we ll have. Living life in the day to moments cherishing every one.
So friend my thoughts and prayers for you and your family are that of the warmth embrace of the Father, His comforting ways, and that you through your pain and sorrow remember your wonderful dad with a smile.
Luv u friend always here for you call anytime(left you my number)
Carol…Thank you so much. That is all true. We have to face life…and do with it…what God intends. Thank you for your prayers. The very God of Heaven is holding us up. We are truly thankful. Love you! ~k.
That would be a “warm” not war. Sorry .
Kelli, I am an Ozark girl like you. My calf muscles are sore tonight from slogging through the snow to feed my goats, chickens, bunnies, turkeys, ducks and pigs. It’s farm girl zumba! But I wanted you to know that I enjoy your blog very much and I think you are brave in the face of your great sorrow. You inspire me and many others I am sure. God bless you.
Tennessee Dazey…How fun. We have chickens, goat, dogs and cats at present. It becomes a challenge in bad weather. Once the snow hardens…it’s even crazier. Thank you so much for your kind words. God is helping us along this path of life. Thank you for the vote of confidence. I am so happy that you are enjoying the blog. That makes my work all worth it. May God bless you and yours also. ~k.
Kelli, be a little sad, or be very sad. You might even get mad, grief is a work of God. It is a healing process, and like you said in your post the “Comforter has Come”.
Love you girl…. p.s. the little toy truck with the tree tied on top is adorable you are so creative.
Sis. B. Thank you so much for the sweet words. I know that you have walked this path that I am on. Big hugs! btw: I found that little Tonka truck at a new little junk store. I will have to let you in on that. 😉 ~k.