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Even the hard times are not wasted. I’m learning about farming. As I noted in my last article, corn becomes useful when leaves are dried out and heads are bowed. We can be useful when our heads are bowed, too. Today I survey more fall fields. Harvesters still rumble . Fields of husks, stubble and … Continue reading The Remains
I’ve love watching the corn. Corn grew steady and tall, like soldiers guarding country roads. The beautiful green stalks could be a hideout. Once, I climbed in. Nestled there in the whispering row, I found peace. I loved the corn and the tall shelter it provided. But now, it’s harvest time. The harvesters … Continue reading Heads Bowed…Harvest Time
I almost didn’t go. After all, why waste the gas? Besides....I’m sick of crying. Who goes to a cemetery on Labor Day, for goodness sake? I’ll admit I was feeling down. I’ve lost some good friends lately. I was alone at home on a family weekend and life seemed...well, unfair. I made myself go. It’s … Continue reading Well Done, Good and Faithful Servant
God had me in mind when I stumbled onto the message. Pastor talked about getting stuck in our painful places of grief, regret, disappointment, hurt, rejection, and loss. He said God did not create us to get stuck. -Raise your hand if you’ve ever been a prisoner to pain. (My hand is up.) Let me … Continue reading Get out of the Graveyard!
There’s lots of talk about freedom these days. I’m so grateful for the freedoms I enjoy. But, in today’s culture, it seems the race to be “free” of all restraints is also rampant. Many don’t want to conform to any constraining morals, values or beliefs. That, to me, is the best way to become trapped. … Continue reading Freedom
I wish I was more like my mom. My mom is quiet and measured. I’m loud and impulsive. My mom is skillful and precise. I’m sloppy and haphazard. My mom finishes things well. I slap-dash through and end up with imperfect projects. My motto: It may not be done right...but its done. My mom’s … Continue reading The Good Stuff: My Mom
My Aunt Betty had the tallest swing I’d ever seen in my life. Of course, when I first saw her swing, my life had not been lived more than five years. My swing experience was limited.The swing’s tall iron frame loomed high above Uncle Fred’s garage. I can still see the thick oval chain links … Continue reading Swing
“Come weary saints, though tired and weak, Hide away in the love of Jesus.” We danced in the middle of the kitchen floor. Winnie and I waltz-stepped and slowly spun. Around and around. My baby and I were in church. “Come wandering souls and find your home Hide away in the love of Jesus. He offers the … Continue reading The Dance
Writers note: My post today is credited to concepts of Stephen Elkins. I highly recommend you buy his book: “Bedtime Prayers that end with a HUG” - available through www.share-a-hug.com and www.tyndale.com/kids It is a delightful bedtime book for kids like me. COVID sure has crudded up our lives, right folks? It’s tossed us into uncertainty. It’s chucked us into … Continue reading A Bedtime Story…Life rearranges. God never changes
...a story about planting seeds and trusting God during winter’s passing.. We struck out one January afternoon to find the Missouri Botanical Garden buried beneath a bluish-gray winter sky. The air was crisp and the walks were cool when we rumbled with our stroller baby to explore this winter garden. I call the garden “Shaw’s … Continue reading A Winter’s Garden
Confessions of a Type A Woman 