Elisabeth Adams 3 Minute Read Once upon a time, my Christmases really were like Victorian greeting cards. Back when all ten of us lived in one house, when everyone bought presents for everyone else. (With a little help from our mom, if necessary). There were the secrets in the closet, the anticipation of seeing this person’s face when they saw…
Ashleigh Baker 5 Minute Read “So… what do you do?” The question has been presented in various forms over the two years John and I have been married. I heard it again last weekend at the wedding we attended. Before I answer, I ask myself, what do I do? Thinking over my days I remember the many little things that…
Gretchen Louise 5 Minute Read My cousins called me the “Pintship Preacher.” At the ripe old age of thirteen, I was an absolute believer in courtship. The only problem was (in retrospect), believing in courtship presents a slight problem when you aren’t exactly of courting age. I soon learned to term it “waiting instead of dating”. But that really raised the eyebrows of the people who already doubted I’d find a husband in our small town. I told them God knew who my husband was and I was waiting on Him to bring us together.
The End.
The End.