Thanksgiving is still a month away, but for some reason as the strains of Classical music came from the radio early the other morning, I thought of the CD with Thanksgiving hymns my grandmother had given my family last autumn. The CD accompanied Barbara Rainey’s book Thanksgiving: A Time to Remember, and had a delightful…
We keep saying fall is here, but then comes another taste of Indian summer.But I think this time, the cooler weather is here to stay.Hints of autumn are everywhere we look.The leaves scatter themselves all over the ground, running from the wind.Wood smoke drifts from chimneys.Homemade signs advertise “Pumpkins forSale.”It is autumn, my favorite time…
“Do you have children?” We looked from each other, to the stack of children’s books on the counter, and back again, blushing. It was the fourth day of our honeymoon. And we had just spent several pleasant hours perusing Jackson Hole Book Trader, Inc. in Jackson, Wyoming. We had exercised self-restraint until we came to the children’s section. And then…
“Do you have old people at your church?” It was kind of a strange question to ask as I called through the churches in the phone directory, but after I had asked about their theology and church government, it was my next question. Growing up in a little church in a little town with people…
We had our first official company in our little pink house this last weekend—my dad, mom, little sister and brother came up for the weekend.I still remembered how to make enough enchiladas for more than two, and we fit all six of us around our yellow diner-style table.It is so delightful to serve dinner guests…
It’s hard to believe that it was just four weeks ago, on a bright, sunshiny morning just like this, that I was clinging to my husband, giving him another goodbye kiss before I let him go.They were going to make bio diesel first thing that morning, he told me.And I watched him walk towards the…
It’s Monday. My favorite day of the week. It’s our quiet day at home. And with no irrigation water to change, we can even sleep in. Doughnuts for breakfast. A book on tape—Shane by Jack Schaefer. Brunch of eggs, sausage, and heart-shaped biscuits with leftover garlic gravy. The breakfast dishes takes twice as long with my…
I’m sitting here at my husband’s desk, with a cup of fresh black coffee in hand, watching the sun rise.Through the windowpanes, I see the tree—our tree—that we planted our first month home.The little red maple will match my hair this autumn, but right now it seems to be trying to look taller than it…
July 22, 2006 Dear ones, Our wedding thank you notes are not even half done, and I find myself with a much bigger thank you to write.Thank you for your prayers! I cannot begin to tell you what it has meant to know we are being held up in prayer by so many.I don’t know…
“Mom, what’s for dinner?” We hear this question often. Except in our house, it’s not Mom who is queried, but me, the 19-year-old family chef. If I don’t already have something thawing, I turn to the freezer for a variety of menu selections. When a trip to town takes longer than expected, or 5 o’clock…
I can’t show anyone my beautiful ring without telling the story of how God provided it…When Merritt visited over New Year’s, we talked seriously to my parents about getting married sooner than later. There was no question that we were meant for each other, it was just the timing. And, a big factor in the…
Embrace the gift of time Promising forever Knowing that this moment Might be all we ever find -Tim McGraw, “All We Ever Find” I’ve been giving a week-by-week count-down ’til my wedding ever since we were engaged. Now that we’re in the lower part of the 7’s times table, it’s easier to give a day-by-day….
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