The Thread of His Love
My husband has gone turkey hunting… He thought I would sleep longer, that I would not be awake much before he got back. He hung blankets over the windows to…
My husband has gone turkey hunting… He thought I would sleep longer, that I would not be awake much before he got back. He hung blankets over the windows to…
I have never been a plant person. That is to say, I felt kindly towards plants, romanticized plants, and even occasionally was known to buy plants, but every plant ever…
“There is no difference, there is not one righteous…” I read from Romans last Saturday night, as I sat in the quiet living room at quarter of 11, waiting for…
Cinnamon mocha in hand, I stare out the wide living room windows, out into our quiet street. The afternoon sun glistens on the snow in the few places it is…
Hello, friends! It's been a while... This is post number 4 since we got married, I believe, and I wasn't so faithful in the months before that. Life is changing,…
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…