If I had all afternoon, I’d get that box of letters down and find it. The alfalfa would probably fall out of the envelope, just as it did that first time I opened it. And I’d get lost in re-reading his letters… I think it was the spring before we got married. My farmer sent…
Dearest, We always said we’d learn to dance when we got married. But first there was a broken leg to prevent it, then there was always a baby belly or a baby in the way. We keep saying we’ll take dancing lessons when they’re older, laughing that by the time we get around to it…
I sign my name at the bottom of every letter I write. But it still feels a bit strange to put it at the top of the letterhead, as well. I don’t know the color of your house. But I recognize your smile in the comment box. I might not be able to recall your…
I left a webinar today that was filled almost to capacity. The beginning didn’t grab me, but I waited and listened. I had learned a lot in another webinar of similar format, so I wanted to give this a chance. Common blogging pitfalls, converting readers to subscribers, not having to create too much content—these topics…
To write is to risk. To put heart to paper in black and white, even if it’s hidden in a private journal, is to be vulnerable. To sign one’s name and click publish, without hiding behind a brand or a logo, is to bare one’s soul. To know you were made a writer, but that…
I’m not sure if it’s because God’s creation speaks so much of Him, or if it’s that the only time my mind and heart are quiet is when I’m out of doors, but my herb garden always has a life lesson for me. Last week, with the scent of rain fresh in the air, I…
Dear Daddy, I never thought I’d marry a man like my daddy. We were too much alike, you and me. Clashing more often because of our similarities than because of anything other than just me being an emotional teenage girl. But every year that passes, I see more and more resemblance between you and the…
The buttercups grew alongside it The cows’ hooves had beaten down the grass so long it had given up growing in the path. Creatures of habit, always taking the same exact steps each time. I grew up wandering the cow paths on my Papa’s ranch. I spent hours reading the stories that were written as…
Father, forgive me. Too often, my expectations focus only on the negative. I fear, I doubt, I dread. And I pray. But are my pleas against the things I fear or for the things I know You can do? I know how much my thoughts guide my attitude. So shouldn’t I be watching with eager…
I listened to it as I fell asleep last night. And each time I woke up, it was still coming down. The gentle thud of each drop on the rooftop was music to my ears, lulling the little ones to sleep, helping my farmer hubby rest a bit more easily. The girls had cried on…
When I look at my son, I see his daddy. When I see my son’s smile, it’s my brothers all over again. When I look at my husband’s profile, I see the profile of his dad and his grandfather. When my husband smiles, it’s his grandpa’s military picture smiling back at me. When I look…
Does true contentment as a blogger mean we don’t try to grow? Absolutely not! As Christian bloggers, growth should definitely be one of our goals, though how we pursue that goal will look different for each of us. Some prefer to let growth happen naturally as God leads people to their blog. And there’s nothing wrong with…
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