I’ve known this precious soul most of my working life. I’ve worked with her and worked next door to her. I could walk across the parking lot and pay her a visit right now. I have always noticed her, showing up, day after day. Her strength inspires me.
I have struggled with empty nest. I miss making snacks, reading bedtime stories, sitting in a rocking chair with a babe on my lap, my chin resting on their soft hair. I miss all of it.
You could have never told me, I’d miss this, when the dishes were piled high, when little people wanted ‘just one more story’, when I felt glued to a rocking chair, or when one of my cubs would wipe their snot on my t-shirt. I always notice the overwhelmed mamas, and I want to tell them, “You’ll miss this.” But I know better.
We all need one, and we all need to be one. ♥️
Sweet friendships refresh the soul and awaken our hearts with joy, for good friends are like the anointing oil that yields the fragrant incense of God’s presence. Proverbs 29:9
For as long as I’ve known her, this is how she’s greeted each day. ♥️
After I met this little girl I was never the same again.
Over the past year I have seen this woman often. She always sits alone, she always has a glass of red wine, she eats her meal slowly, savoring each bite. She is clearly fighting the battle of her life, in the midst of the battle, she lives.
We have chatted a few times, I pray for her daily, and cheer her on from my ringside seat.
I spent time with Carrie on her goat farm. I was in awe of her love and care for her goats. She truly has The Shepherd’s heart.
She invited me into the barn, where the scent of hay was so sweet Her curious goats nibbled at my shoe strings and nosed through my pockets.
The soaps and lotions she makes from their milk is devine. 🐐🥛
You can find her products here. https://www.millermicrofarm.com/#/
A few months ago I heard a poet say that she always has her eyes open, she’s always looking and watching people. Sometimes she is so distracted she trips over her own two feet.
I decided to start paying attention, and what I saw were women, who were living as the salt of the earth. They are makers, warriors, fighters – they are weary, waiting, wondering – they are serving, shepherding and becoming.
I decided to write about them and post a poem a week. I hope you enjoy – and as we take a glimpse into their lives, you just might see yourself.