I started out yesterday, trying to write an up-beat post about using time wisely and what that looks like in the life of a virtuous woman. I started out, but…
The story of my wedding day begins where so many other stories in my life have begun--in the red brick house on a farm in out-back Juniata County where I…
It is Sunday morning. The house is quiet, the day soft, gray and misty. The fan hums, blowing cool air in from outside. I sit on soft pillows on our…
“I don't really want more time; I just want enough time. Time to breathe deep and time to see real and time to laugh long, time to give You glory…
“What happens when London fog and Starbucks collide?” I said dramatically, a few minutes ago. My mom, my sister, and Judith all stared at me in confusion. “Is that an…
“Such colorful personalities…” I laughed with Bethanie one day as we drove home from the clinic, bouncing along in the CNG. “Colorful for sure,” she answered ruefully. The people I…
My heart has been fighting, every time I start to write a blog post: "Don't write of romance," it says. "Write about things of general interest--things like spiritual truths and…
I remember, a year ago, how uncertain I felt when I wrote my New Year's Eve post on my blog. I was in one of those dark periods of life,…
I'm trying, I really am, but sometimes my efforts feel as broken as the candy-cane from Canada that I just stuck in my coffee to make it feel like Christmas.…
The first Christmas didn’t actually happen in Juniata County, and it wasn’t white. This thought just dawned on me a few minutes ago as I watched the sunset behind the…