Back in the old farmhouse, Grandma kept a cactus garden. A clear Rubbermaid tub about two feet by three feet and ten inches deep was home to a small log cabin, a china woman, a forest of cacti, and one precocious brown plastic squirrel. My five-year-old brain was absolutely fascinated. Another world lay nestled in … Continue reading Small World
Weekday morning, sitting in my row, Sun warming wood to a burnished glow, Soft and silent this sanctuary here, Waiting, expecting Sunday. Weekday, morning, I must sit still, Listening to the Father, if I'd do His will, Stopping to be silent and sanctuary here, Waiting, expecting Sunday.
When will we ever learn that letting go is not the same thing as giving up? When will we ever learn that our lives are most under control when they are out of our control and in God's? When will we ever learn that sometimes the best way to love people is to do nothing … Continue reading When Will We Learn?
Anecdotes and observations from a summer job picking, sorting, and selling strawberries.
Once upon a while ago (about three or four years) my mom ventured into the world of making sourdough as a healthier alternative to regular baking. This was my first introduction to the process and it was brief. I do remember making some delicious puffy pancakes from the excess starter. Important Fact: In order for … Continue reading Sourdough Stories
In northwestern Pennsylvania, there is a small city and in that city there is a chapel. The chapel is old, made of gray stone with a spire and stained glass windows that are so ancient their paint began to run decades ago. The chapel was built by a man for his wife—he gave her a … Continue reading A Place in My Heart
Have you ever stood in a warm spring day closed your eyes feeling the breeze rush all around you like a cooling, friendly hug? Then feeling your toes-- do you feel your toes bending with the contour of grass-clad earth all soft and shiny smooth? Have you ever stopped mid-chew to notice singing notes of … Continue reading Have You Ever