Recession Table

A Story, For Fun, Photo Story, Poetry
I left a comment for L.L. Barkat at Seedlings in Stone following a post on the topic of where she writes (but for me it was actually more about what a person writes). She then visited me here, amid my salt of Friday. And she said she saw a poem tucked in my comment over at her place. So here it is. My current kitchen table.

Recession Table



giant farmer’s

market sunflowers,

one flat of blueberries,

canvas bag of apricots

(2 varieties),

16 empty picture






Sold our beloved


just yesterday.

Tear stains.

Elbow grooves,


pressure points

of folded prayer


Without my roots

sunk deep,

where will

I find



And then I picked up my camera and took some photographs of those sunflowers. From all angles and in differing lights, I snapped. To me, all turned out to be bursts of yellow beauty.










By the way, most of these images have only been cropped and only a few needed minimal photo-editing. God’s beauty is so bold. Do you have a favorite?

I humbly thank you for the prayers you uttered to God on my behalf.

Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.
~ Galatians 6:2 (NKJV)

Today is the day the buyers get the keys and my family’s home and property becomes theirs. It has been on the market for twenty months. The sale is an answer to prayer. Even so, my heart does wrench at the thought of someone else painting over my son’s bedroom walls. Or neglecting my trained marionberry vines. Or putting their horses in my husband’s pastures that are wet with his sweat and my tears. Or perhaps not sharing bags of plums and apples with the neighbors. Or not realizing the importance of the cross made of sticks and orange baling twine tied to the fence post beneath the apple tree. Ugh…

And what now? What about us? I had no idea it would hurt this much.

Trust in the LORD with all your heart,

And lean not on your own understanding;

In all your ways acknowledge Him,
And He shall direct your paths.

~ Proverbs 3:5-6


Please, join me in praying for Uganda.

The horrors that have struck that nation,
its people,
are unimaginable.

It makes me feel pretty selfish
for crying over the sale of our home.
Actually, it makes me feel
like a fool.

What really matters?

Knowing God,
living with Jesus in your heart,
living a life worthy of Christ’s blood,
and telling others of His story

so if a bomb blasts away their life,
they will fly to heaven’s sanctuary
rather than sink into the fiery depths hell.


9 thoughts on “Recession Table”

  1. You did it! A wonderful poem. I especially love what happened when you broke the lines here (it created a good emotional impact)…"16 empty pictureframes,wooden."

  2. precious one. i know that kind of hurt. its the kind that goes deeper than we knew existed within us. its a letting go that has not yet been broken. i am praying for your salty eyes and your heart. but i am also rejoicing that God has answered a prayer that we have been praying for many months. as for Uganda… have i ever told you that Calvin's brother works and lives there? if needs be… we can organise to get a few things done through him. he would be more than happy to help. much love,cps- i love the profile picture. you are one hot mama!

  3. My heart is with you during this tumultuous time; I know so well the pain of moving, of leaving behind. Your photographs are gorgeous — my favs: gentle and shy (ironic…since I am neither). And your poem…I absolutely love it. I agree with LL — my favorite lines about the ones about the empty frames." Nicely done.

  4. There is such beauty in simplicity. In the words of your heartfelt poem, and in your amazing sunflower pictures. They're all my favorite.

  5. Honey girl, I feel some sort of your pain. Loverby and I both had our family homesteads sold last year. We have our own home, but we feel rootless and adrift. It was a necessity. It was time. We were grateful and it hurt so much. Your 'painterly words and photos' were rich with real. You are beautiful inside and out.

  6. This was all spellbinding.words, backstory, the beauty rising from life leading and dragging and unfolding. and the short answer to your email is yes, the long answer I hope to get to later today… thanks for your I am taking pleasure in being able to scrub shower stalls. yeah flexibility!

  7. Prayers lifted high and knowing that our loving God has hands ready to receive, ready to catch, ready to love. He has a plan for you and your family. He has the Ugandans close to His heart. loving you, ~ linda

  8. What a beautiful, inspiring place your blog is! May God's peace be especially near you!

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