Small World

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

Expecting Sunday

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.

Sourdough Stories

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

Have You Ever

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