This weekend is for celebrating and loving on our mothers and the maternal figures in our lives. But in the midst of the special breakfasts and pretty flowers, my heart is with some other mothers. Who are not celebrated. But who need even more loving on than the others. One such mother has graciously allowed…
Dear Ru, Sunday is Mother’s Day. But at two, you can’t understand that yet. Instead, you love everyone and expect everyone to love you. Your trust in those you love is so implicit that you take every good thing as something just for you. Your daddy went to town on Wednesday. But he got more…
My grandparents came to visit last weekend. For once, things weren’t too busy on the farm. We weren’t remodeling. Or cleaning up the garden for the year. We had time to just visit. We sat and drank tea—hot tea, iced tea, and watery tea from a tiny aluminum tea pot—and talked about theology and marriage…
On days like today, I decide to hang out the laundry even though there are grey clouds in the sky, knowing that laundry brings rain, knowing that we need rain for the fields and our newly-planted grass. On days like today, I pause to admire my laundry hampers—one, made in Africa of elephant grass and…
Ru girl, You had to get down from the high chair to go potty Sunday night during dinner. When you got back, you wanted up on Mommy’s lap instead of back in your high chair. “Do you need some Mommy time?” I asked. You emphatically agreed. And even when little sister loudly let us know…
You’ve heard about Patty Reed’s Doll. You’ve read of Hitty. And of course everyone knows Raggedy Ann. But have you ever read The Story of Delicia? It was my grandmother’s book. I grew up reading a photocopy of the precious original, that was enclosed with pink construction paper to match the pink board cover of…
Whenever I feel all mixed up, unsure of what to do, please show me what the right path is and help me follow you. -This Little Prayer of Mine I like the words, my 2-year-old daughter loves the pictures. Just how a children’s story book should be. But This Little Prayer of Mine is more…
The Easter M&M’s in the dish on my table have a new meaning for me this Holy Week. They are reminding me to look first to the Man on the Cross—not to the food in the cupboard.
A Promise Kept. Such a simple phrase. In a short little book. With a lifetime of meaning. My husband’s grandfather already had Alzheimer’s when I met him. I only saw Grandpa twice. I only saw a shadow of the personality that was his. But Grandpa’s military photo from the 1940’s? That smile is the same…
Ralph Moody’s Little Britches series is like the book Farmer Boy, times eight, but with biblical principles held high and important life lessons passed on from father to son.
I stumbled through the kitchen. Bleary-eyed from a night in which I was up with one girl or another more times than I could even remember to count. My husband and daughter were getting breakfast on the table. I surveyed their progress, stretching as I stood there. “I stwetch, too, Mommy!” My two-year-old raised her…
The photos I shared in the March of Books bookshelves photo gallery over at ylcf.org were realistic—they showed the bookshelves of our little pink house as they appear right now. But I was thinking back to all the different ways we’ve arranged our books through the past four years, and had to share a few…
The End.
The End.
