Author: Monica Jacobson (Page 68 of 159)

After gymnastics Andrew and Ambrose went to take down an electric line…they found a huge bed of prairie roses and purple loosestrife…the bouquet they picked has an amazing aroma.💜

Quote of the Day: “All the science of the Saints is included in these two things: To do, and to suffer. And whoever has done these two things best, has made himself most saintly.”–Saint Francis de Sales

This past week we worked on getting most of our garden in… we’re having a friendly competition this year, more about that to come.  This Sunday afternoon we were blessed by my Kindred Spirit Friend!  The children and I really enjoyed showing her the animals and Andrew made a delicious supper.  God is good to put such angelic like folks in our life.

These Spring 🌼 Days when all of the Farm/Ranch Babies are entering this world…we’re filled with wonder and awe of God’s creativity!

Whirlwind describes these last two weeks.  We hosted family in preparation for Mark’s funeral.  We planted our two fields at home.  Simon and Ambrose had their piano recital.  We had a Baby lamb (sadly the 1st one passed away) and Baby Colt.  Grandpa and Grandma Jacobson were here for the recital and helped beautify the yard.  Finally, Andrew helped prepare funeral music, he and I attended the all night Vigil and we hosted some overnight guests, then partook and participated in a beautiful funeral and burial.  Tomorrow is Sunday, I’m praying God allows us some time to put our feet up and rest.

What should have been a full and happy day ended in Family Tragedy for Grandpa Gietzen’s Family.  Grandma Mary had a party thrown in her honor of her 98th year and 5 of the surviving sons of the 7 who were in the military were honored with Quilts of Valor…one of the 5 was not there and many calls were made, but no one answered.  After the party we moved the cows home and hauled the bulls to their pasture.  It was during this that Grandpa received the devastating news that his brother, Uncle Mark, a pilot, had an accident and did not survive the plane crash.  Eternal Rest Grant Unto Him O Lord.  Prayers please for the repose of his soul and for comfort for Grandma and her children and many relatives.

Saint Isidore the Farmer

T HE great and sad mistake of many people, among them even pious persons, is to imagine that those whom death has taken leave us. They do not leave us. They remain! – Where are they? In darkness? Oh, no! It is we who are in darkness. We do not see them, but they see us. Their eyes, radi- ant with glory, are fixed upon our eyes full of tears. Oh, infinite consolation! Though invisible to us, our dear dead are not absent.

I have often reflected upon the sur- est comfort for those who mourn. It is this: a firm faith in the real and continual presence of our loved ones; it is the clear and penetrating convic- tion that death has not destroyed them, nor carried them away. They are not even absent, but living near to us, transfigured: having lost in their glori- ous change no delicacy of their souls, no tenderness of their hearts, nor es- pecial preference in their affection; on the contrary, having in depth and fervor of devotion, grown larger a hundredfold. Death is for the good, a translation into light, into power, into love. Those who on earth were only ordinary Christians, become perfect; those who were beautiful become good; those who were good become sublime.