The shadows danced across the room as the gray light faded quickly into oblivion. A whimper was heard in the closing darkness and the sound of shuffling feet. After a moment a match was lit and in the glowing light a face could be seen. The girl holding the match was dirty and unkempt. Her…
I told him that I thought God was telling me to write a book. He frowned. “You spend so much time writing as it is,” he said a bit roughly, “are you saying that you’ll be on the computer more?” The conversation continued and left me in turmoil. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe this whole thing…
The barn is blue. Half a dozen bright tarps strung from rafters and held firm to the floor with bales of hay. All the animals are in one corner, held in place by blue walls. The numbers are so few, they are being watered by hand. They do not produce enough body heat to keep…
My hands are shaking a bit, but it’s done. Out there. All my broken words and the pouring out of what God has been teaching me. Pain Redeemed {when our deepest sorrows meet God} is officially available. I’m so indebted to so many people. To Meg, who edited my floundering, broken first draft (my husband…
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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He grips my hand as we step out of the barn. It was another late night milking. Part of getting ready for winter. Using every bit of daylight to do field work. We’re almost to the house when I feel his tug. I step off the rough rocks of the driveway into soft grass. “Come…
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