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…
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…
Last week, one night, I lay in bed, in exhaustion, and listened with my eyes closed to the song "How Beautiful", by Twila Paris. How beautiful the hands that served…
Home is where there are no mixed expectations, only the fulfillment of all that your heart knows to be there… Home is where the people smile and frown only when…
Right now I have few words--just a stillness as I arise into the sunset, above the tinted pink clouds… I have come though a rapid night and a rapid day.…
I searched frantically for a place to pull over, finally drawing my car into a church parking lot. I went up the hill, up into the graveyard, and perched on…
Ah, the glory of June…. I sit here by my open window, a glass of sparkling pink grape-fruit juice catching and holding the light of the sun beside me. The…