"Time loses in the end because at the close of every day I am one day closer to seeing Hans again." Click here to read the full post.
James Meikle; March 7, 1797 "A Periodic Interview with the King of Terrors" Our youngest child for some weeks past has been getting teeth, and was seized with a fever. And though sometimes a little better--yet the fever returned and cut her off. Yesterday … Continue reading My Pleasant Infant
Most of the animals we keep were acquired when our children were young. Our oldest animal, a goat (The Old Lady), died at the ripe old age of eleven just a few months after Hans left us. She was one of our original breeding stock and was a sensible and reliable animal. But one day … Continue reading Empty Stalls, Empty Beds
Death is not the enemy, for it has been conquered by the Lord Jesus Christ. He rose the third day, defeating death forever. Death cannot keep me from Hans. No, death will reunite me with him. And distance is not the real enemy, either. Hans’ body, though inanimate, is here with us at home, buried … Continue reading Time. The Enemy?