Morning gleams bright. Another late milking. Devotions began and ended with one verse. “to know this love that surpasses knowledge- that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.” Ephesians 3:19 For two hours the words swirl as I lift milkers, squat, pull, wash, scrape, move. What is the measure…
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Thanksgiving is coming. Pumpkin. Squash. Carrots. All those root vegetables that make their appearance when the weather turns cold. When the chill starts seeping into the house… I bake. When the first frost comes, I make bread. When the first snow comes, I make snow cake. Then cinnamon rolls. And pumpkin muffins. And sweet potato…
of fall and crunching leaves. [the tiniest nieces] It’s time for the weekend. In our home that means: time to finish the Sunday School lesson. [On Matthew] time to get my dishes caught up. time to enjoy the last minute preparations for our day of rest. And, as always, as everyday, time to milk the…
(this post is part of a series that talks of how God met me in the midst of infertility. You can read the whole story in my book, Pain Redeemed or follow the series on here.) Intro: Wounds Taste of Tears The Gentle Healer Our return home from Haiti was plagued with difficulties. From stepping…
By the time we arrived in LaColline, Haiti, I was certain of two things: God was speaking to me again, finally. God was going to heal my body. I was half right on both counts. The first step was a fast. After reading about natural living (starting with Michelle’s blog, Frugal Granola) I was convinced…
The problem with darkness is that it blinds you. Things that once brought joy can cause pain in darkness. Your favorite chair, when tripped over in the middle of the night, will leave bruises. I didn’t realize I was walking blind. I had no idea. It seemed like everything was banging against me. Leaving bruises…
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