God writes the most beautiful of love stories. In fact, you could argue that everything He does is a love story written from His heart to ours. But when people say, “I’m letting God write my love story,” we all know what they’re talking about. They are choosing to look at life, and the choice…
The Christmas tree was huge. Brett cut it for us on a farm in West Martinsburg and hauled it in his black Dodge. We put it in the living room, in front of the windows. We covered it with photographs and hung stockings on the wall. Twinkle lights glittered from every corner of the house….
The pond water runs green and soft. Bull frogs sing refrains that blend with the crickets’ symphony and echo across the flat land. The plow dug furrows this week. Deep, dark, black earth turned skyward. Sod busted and green left to turn brown. Roots tore and dragged, beaten and broken. In the upturned dirt, tiny…
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