Parenting, I’ve decided, is God’s way of showing us His heart– we just have to listen. Right now my daughter is outside, happily doing her chores. I can hear her singing snatches of her Bible verses accompanied by the squeal of the wagon tires as she loads up hay to feed to the cow. A few…
Beauty often hides in the strangest places. It surprises you, slipping in through a mist of cloudy darkness. How many times do I miss it? How many times have I wrapped myself up tight, focused only on my heart and my pain and me, me, me… and missed the grace of a loving God who redeems the ugliness…
“Beware of Helen,” the girl who was training me said. “She has Alzheimer’s and can be very difficult at times. She’s been known to throw things, chase workers out of her room and scream obscenities at anyone and everyone. ” I nodded and scribbled a note on my paper. Despite her warning, my first week at the…
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The stars and moon are shrouded by clouds. Sounds of a banjo playing leak from the barn. Sunday night. My husband’s smile. “The cows make more milk on bluegrass,” he says. I step from the barn and a few stray sprinkles of rain dance across my skin. They are cool. I smile into darkness. The…
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His tiny feet stepped through the cornfield. Toes covered in mud. “Put this on the pile,” the Farmer’s voice instructed him, handing over the ear of field corn. He chubby little hands circled the ear. He looked at the pile, then back at the man who was pulling corn from the mud. He smiled and…
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