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….
I don’t know how many people stopped me in the church hallway today to ask, “Are you excited?” “How many days?” “How are the wedding plans coming?”I answered with an excited smile, “Yes, I’m very excited! Just 4 weeks, 6 days! And everything is going along so well.” It must been Wilma, our prayer warrior…
When I was a little girl, our dear old house was peeling so many colors of paint, you could chip away at it and find a bright rainbow of colors. Then I discovered that pink was one of the colors it had been painted many moons ago, and pleaded with my daddy to once again…
My grandpa farmed for a livin’, Content to live the simpler kind of life. My grandma worked in the kitchen, Awfully proud to be that farmer’s wife. They used to say that they’d got everything that they need, Each mornin’ they wake up: Four walls, three words, two hearts, one love. -Randy Travis, “Four Walls“…
As I write, my man is about to start pouring footings for our new home (as long as the rain stays away long enough that the concrete trucks won’t get stuck in the mud). I can’t wait until he calls this evening, to hear all about how it went. Waiting for the phone to ring…
“A room without books is a body without a soul.” -Cicero “A house without books is like a room without windows.” -Horace Mann My room has two windows. But no books! Or at least, no books to speak of. There are half a dozen of my favorite books on marriage (watch for reviews coming soon)….
In our family, it’s a required tradition to write thank you notes. After every birthday or holiday, we get out a 4×6 card and make our list of people to thank (preferrably before we put away the gifts, so we actually remember). That includes the great aunts who sent a card, much to our distress…
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