I loved winter until our kids, no matter how carefully I cared for them or bundled them up, got sick. I don’t remember any sick summers but plenty of cold days with colds. Eventually well-meaning busybodies usually badgered me into taking my children to the clinic, after which we usually returned with nothing more than … Continue reading Winter Blues
In time of trouble I often turn to the 40s chapters of Isaiah or the Book of Psalms. After a particularly trying season, I found myself on a memorizing roll. Beginning with Psalm 104, I skipped only David’s imprecatory rant in 109 and just kept going—until I hit Psalm 119. Screeching halt. No way! Reading … Continue reading Psalm 119’s Surprising Side Effects
For generations, our generational farmhouse collected generational stuff, until little paths wound through it. My grandma dropped by shortly after my husband and I moved in. I was mortified, but all she reported to my mother was how nice the brown cloth looked on our table, the one spot I'd managed to carve from the … Continue reading Too. Much. Stuff!
One Sunday we actually made it to church early, and an elderly saint asked how homeschooling was going. I admitted that some days we didn’t seem to accomplish a thing. “Did you read them the Bible?” she asked. “Yes.” “Then you did accomplish something.” The truth of her words resonated, strengthening with time. At first … Continue reading First Things