a life well lived

a life well lived

I had the pleasure to be with grandma through five of her last days.  My arrival from the opposite side of the country was unplanned, but a welcome season of togetherness. She didn’t really know I was there — most of the time, anyway — and when she did acknowledge my presence, it was only…

Glory Revealed

Glory Revealed

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…

Hope Gave Me Courage

Hope Gave Me Courage

We could hear the engine from our driveway. The big yellow school bus was headed towards our house. I remember standing there, watching it come closer. Though we had talked through getting on the bus many times, fear was taking over. I don’t want to do this! It stopped. My mom and dad were both…

The Grace That Leads

The Grace That Leads

I’ve lived through as many spiritual seasons as I have these earthy ones. Some of the seasons looked and felt like winter to me. Long and cold, with limited light and a feeling of loneliness on the side. It was constant work to keep the fires burning provided warmth to the soul. Other seasons held…

the beautiful ordinary

the beautiful ordinary

Sometimes I miss the beautiful ordinary in life because I’m looking for the extraordinary. I don’t know what the extraordinary looks like in your life. In my life it looks like an intimidating combination of The Duchess of Cambridge and Katie Davis. Seriously! I was fourteen when I was told that God had a unique…

sowing little seeds

sowing little seeds

Sometimes the pressure from the rest of the world to do “big things” for God leaves me feeling insignificant and overwhelmed and weak. Is it possible, however, that God smiles when His daughters to do little things for Him with hearts overflowing with faith, hope and love? For me this has been a year of little things….

forgotten sheaves

forgotten sheaves

When I was a little girl of eleven years, I lived in a rental house in Bryan, Texas with my three siblings, my wonderful stay-at-home mother and our hardworking M.D. (which stands, of course, for My Dad). Though we were enjoying homeschooling, getting involved in a new church and playing in our backyard that passers-by…

The End.

The End.