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The milking is finished and we’re sitting on bales of hay. The calves are greedily drinking their milk and the crunch of hay stills the barn. He’s talking and sharing hopes and when he says the words five years I stiffen. Breath snatches and I blink hard. “I don’t want to be here in five years.”…
1) Feed them ice cream early and often. No child can resist ice cream. Keep your freezer stocked. 2) Pick a pet name and use it. I have a Sugar-Plum, a Love-Muffin, a Zell-Belle and a Cricket. “Is that my little Love-Muff?” is always met by laughter and shrieks. 3) Make up little ditties about…
In the months that followed the Connecticut shootings back in 2012 I saw all these debates online. Gun control. Mental illness. People reaching and stretching for reasons. It’s because there was access to a gun. It’s because we haven’t correctly diagnosed and helped those with mental illness. It’s because we don’t pray in school. It’s because it has become politically incorrect…
Nehemiah was a working man. Cupbearer to the King of Persia, he lived at the Palace and served the highest official in the land. When God burdened Nehemiah’s heart with the condition of his homeland, Israel, he wasn’t looking around for the most capable man. Nehemiah was a cupbearer, not a builder. Yet, God saw…
The words echoed through the large sanctuary, every eye glued to the line of young people in the front. “Do you believe that Jesus Christ is Lord and Savior, crucified, risen and coming again?” One by one, the responses came. “I do.” “I do.” “I do.” A voice in the congregation whispered, “Sounds like a…
This past summer was one of the most difficult summers of my life. There were incredible highs where memory-making once-in-a-life-time things happened, and incredible lows where we faced loss and sorrow in a very deep and life-altering way. It was a bit like the year I got married, which was also the year I began…
Those pictures were soooo cute! Especially the last one! And the wagon one! And… oh… I just like all of them! 😉
Yeah… my family loves my hubby, too. His age is only a couple years younger than my parents’ ages, so that makes for a weird dynamic. They’re more like good friends rather than in-laws. My brothers like having an approachable older brother that can identify with what they’re going through. And my nine year old sister runs out to us every time we come to my parents’ house and begs for him to push her on their big swing.
It’s so adorable… It makes my heart swell up every time. 😀
My family. 🙂 My sister loves him, he gets along great with my brother, and my parents think he’s awesome. It’s such a blessing that my family loves him, too! 🙂
Yes. yes! It’s wonderful isn’t it?