I hadn’t been to a book sale since the weekend before I was married. Not that it had stopped Merritt and me from adding to our book collection. The bookshelves we bought the week before his accident have been filled to overflowing in the seven months since. From garage sales, to all-too-frequent visits to GoodWill…
Our home is changing colors. As I write, I can see my husband and brother-in-law through the window, trekking back and forth in the mud, hanging hardi-plank siding on our house. It looks so nice, so proper and finished. But I can tell already, I’m going to miss the pink (“passion pink”, as Uncle Bill…
This weekend is my mom’s Creative Memories scrapbooking retreat. It’s the first time in ten years that I haven’t been there. I can see them all clearly, in my mind’s eye. Twenty or thirty ladies, pictures and colored paper and photo album pages spread on every bit of table space, in that retreat center cozily…
I love my down-to-earth farmer husband. He helps me see the Father’s hand in everyday things. He puts God’s truths in simple terms that I understand. When it snows at our house, I get excited. Merritt knows it means he has to plow the driveway, so he doesn’t quite share my excitement. But he still…
“The weather has been flirting with us, but no real snow yet. I’m ready for it. If it’s going to be this cold, I want there to be snow on the ground.” Though halfway across the country at Hillsdale college, my friend Emily captured my feelings precisely. Glancing out my window each morning I see…
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…
Dear YLCF Readers, I wanted to write and thank everyone for all of your faithful prayers. God has been so good, even through the trials of the past few months. The generosity we been shown has been incredible, and humbling to say the least. Thank you all for the cards and letters, we have been…
“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…
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