The first calf that died in our barn was named Grace. She was a pretty little black thing with a white heart on her forehead. When she got sick I tried everything to save her. Sat in the barn for hours trying to coax fluid and meds into her. I fed her one morning…
That they may teach the younger women to be sober, to love their husbands, to love their children, To be discreet, chaste, keepers at home, good, obedient to their own husbands, that the word of God be not blasphemed. I still remember the day a woman named Tish, who was mentoring me at the time,…
I’ve been scratching out the story again. The most important story of all. Writing to tell a little boy the true tale of Christmas. Learning, again, the beauty of it as I write. A picture of Jesus. From the beginning. It makes me want to somehow pull my Bible into myself. Write these words, God,…
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