On Grief

From the Ranch, a Poem

High up in the sky the sun 
the heat rising from the ground 
tears close to spill
 yet our hearts were tender still 

Miracles right from the start 
prayer a constant spark
 Connecting and strengthening 
In the waiting the Lord was growing tiny seeds in the dark

now before me an expanse 
that spoke of the glory of God 
A smile of miracles seen 
blooms into a sparkle in eyes -a deeper knowing of God

High up in the sky the sun 
the heat rising from the ground
 we enter pastures dresses in beauty all around
 beauty of beasts given by the creator 
beauty in places that astound

watching, touching, loving, 
knowing all this is gift a prayer and a dream 
the shade is comfortable we huddle close seeking shade 
yet, there’s more 
this was beautiful and healing 
and yet more He has in store

an Elijah moment before me
 in the stillness of the day 
the heat rising and oppressive 
we see  the winds pick up
 the branches sway and dance to rhythm the powerful breezes relay

stronger and stronger lifting dust and leaves 
Lifting and twisting in powerful air
the openness now seems dangerous 
But surprisingly it comforts us

just as our hearts began to quake
 And we looked around for shelter and escape
 a cold breeze on our skin the wind becomes breeze 
ushering a new coolness 
ushering peace that surpasses understanding 

the evening turns into a sweet haven 
a whisper of promises from heaven. 

a gentle breeze cool 
a heart poised to hear 
a tender caress from father God whispers, 
“ I see you, I hear you I am yours and you are my delight” 

High up in the sky the sun 
below the daughters of the Son 
a Lord who comes close 
heaven caresses wind blown hair sweet 
now praises rise from the ground

It’s been a year since my grandmother went to heaven. I still as if just yesterday I stood beside her bed and read Psalm 91 over her. Loving her my whole life has been one of my greatest blessings. From the moment she first held my hand to walk to town in Honduras to the moment she last held my hand at her table I knew I was loved. I’m so glad that my children also got to hold her hand because I know they felt the true and peaceful love only she could give. I will continue to remember her in the flowers, in the quiet afternoon coffee time, and in prayer. This year when I see new life grow in the garden I remember that she is whole, new, and full of life too. Te amo, Abuela.

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Recover

Five Minute Friday
Consider the flowers…will he not also care for you.


So many goals swirling in my brain. So many dreams wanting to take root. I see them. They give me hope that new things are wanting to break through. This year I want to take time to hone the craft of writing. Five Minute Friday is a great place for me practice and be encouraged by other writers as I write. I will set the timer for five minutes and then write. Here we go! I am excited to invite you in, welcome.


Recover

A word spoken in truth
A desire to love with our family
good words, assumptions, anomaly 

Grace covered wounds
moving aside, pushed away
reminded though that He stays 

A sense of loss lingers
a blessing taken
yet my faith remains unshaken

I believe I will see His goodness
I hear my friends voice
tears spill as I rejoice

Stay there
I will come for you
the ones who would come are few

His grace invades my day
my soul buoys in grace
his love my safe space

He carries me
His love recovers me from despair
He is my recovery.
 

~DFD

Gracefully,

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Middle

Five Minute Friday


So many goals swirling in my brain. So many dreams wanting to take root. I see them. They give me hope that new things are wanting to break through. This year I want to take time to hone the craft of writing. Five Minute Friday is a great place for me practice and be encouraged by other writers as I write. I will set the timer for five minutes and then write. Here we go! I am excited to invite you in, welcome.


Middle

Spring is a middle that is most notable for the beginning. But the life we see pushing forward to begin its life in the light is not the beginning. The beginning was lonely, dark, and required death. There would be no middle without that, there would be no bud or bloom-the seed had to die first.

So it is with our dreams and lives, our beginnings were dark and unknown and definitely mysterious. Then why is it that we expect then to jump right into the middle? We must acknowledge that we can not have a middle that is lush and full without a beginning that requires complete surrender of our dreams.

Gracefully,

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Pressure

Five Minute Friday


So many goals swirling in my brain. So many dreams wanting to take root. I see them. They give me hope that new things are wanting to break through. This new year I want to take time to hone the craft of writing. Five Minute Friday is a great place for me practice and be encouraged by other writers as I write. I will set the timer for five minutes and then write. Here we go! I am excited to invite you in, welcome.


Pressure

I feel the pressure that comes with the desire to create. And yet the pressure also becomes a catalyst one that propels you to take action. Sometimes, we second guess ourselves and let our thoughts paralyze us.

But what if today instead we allow our minds to focus on prayer as we surrender the dreams and desires to the one who holds all things together?

here is a breath prayer for you as you find rest in Him.

inhale: Lord my stay

exhale: I trade pressure for your presence.

Gracefully,

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La Primavera/Spring

a haiku on Spring

The shoot in journey
Growth now visible to us
In light death to life
Spring

El retoño de jornada 
El crecimiento visible
En luz de muerte a vida 
La primavera 

I shared this Haiku in the form of a video. you can take a look at it above!
It was inspired by a walk in the early spring.

Gracefully,

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Halls and Doors

a haiku on Nursing and Life
Halls and doors-open lives 
Great hope and great loss collide
To bring healing touch
An honor


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Metamorphosis

a haiku on Motherhood and Life
Both chosen for each other 
Learning to love, growing together 
Truly both becoming 
A child now a parent

Gracefully,

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Bloom

a haiku on Motherhood and Life
A haiku for your third birthday

Your newness my awe
Songs, dance, words twirling slow
Little one in spring 
Grow

Gracefully,

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