Natasha Metzler 5 Minute Read There is an old saying, “A jack of all trades is a master of none,” oft quoted to describe someone who can do many things but none too well. Welcome to my life. I’ve always been a dabbler. I dabble in this, I dabble in that. Yet, no skill has ever gone very deep. I…
Natasha Metzler 7 Minute Read My daughter is ten years old and is already dreaming of getting married someday, which scares me a bit. At least, it does until I realize I was eleven when I had my first big crush and I apparently survived. At that point in my life, my boy-judging skills were pretty much non-existent, so the…
Natasha Metzler 8 Minute Read I did not think of myself as someone who had it all together, but I suppose I came off as one who did. So many children had passed through my care that dozens of moms asked for input on parenting, never mind that I was a single, childless woman. After I married and infertility became…
Natasha Metzler 6 Minute Read When I was a young girl, I loved reading love stories. Elisabeth Elliot’s Quest for Love, Eric and Leslie Ludy’s When God Writes Your Love Story, and many others filled my bookshelves. One would think that I would grow out of such a thing, but alas I never did. I still enjoy hearing a good love story….
Natasha Metzler 5 Minute Read We all heard the story from the time we were little. How Mama and Papa got married and she would cook her one-pot wonders. Tater tot casserole was just the beginning–she had a dozen different ways of getting her babies to eat their vegetables. Eventually the day came when Papa sat down at the table,…
Natasha Metzler 5 Minute Read I don’t remember when homeschooling became known as the “cure-all” for children gone astray, but I do know the idea of making rules to keep ourselves on the straight and narrow is as old as the church itself. The Apostle Paul wrote an entire book on the subject. Well, actually, it was a letter. One…
Natasha Metzler 3 Minute Read I was fifteen when I finished my last high school textbook. I set it down with a huge sigh of relief. School was one of the greatest drains on my time. There were so many things I wanted to do—write books, travel, plant gardens, teach children…who has time for schoolwork? My parents, however, weren’t quite…
Natasha Metzler 3 Minute Read There is singing as we slip in the back. We’re late, which is normal for evening services. The cows can only be milked so fast and we can only start so early. The congregation is singing, “Low in the grave He lay, Jesus my Savior…” Our bench soon fills with other farmers, also late with still-damp…
Natasha Metzler 3 Minute Read He’s not a tall, handsome, rich prince. He’s just a man. He’s a good man. A hard worker. Sometimes short-tempered, though always humble. But he sure isn’t a prince. Now that I’ve been married seven years, I can look back and realize how easy it would have been for me to marry someone else. I’m a…
Natasha Metzler 3 Minute Read My father bought it for her after one of the hardest years of her life, when she was struggling with feeling rejected and unheard after years of service. The pearl ring was worn on her finger and she would whisper the story sometimes, if you caught her in the right mood. “There are many times…
Natasha Metzler 2 Minute Read Our family is not so much for mornings. In fact, though I love to get up early, I do not like to speak for the first 45 minutes, at least. My husband would rather snooze until the last possible second and my daughter thinks waking up is for the birds. But when our family came…
Natasha Metzler 4 Minute Read Rain splatters on the windows. It is cold, but the air is warm. “Come look!” my daughter pulls at my arm, her brown eyes sparkling. There are new piggies in the barn. They hide from the camera and grunt happily as they munch on corn behind the water dish. We talk about names and I…
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