Faith, Life, Nature

Lessons from a Morning Glory

I giggle even now as I picture myself, still in pajamas, skittering across the kitchen, through the glass-sliders, down the wooden steps, and across the dewy grass, eager to catch the day’s blooms unfurling in the morning light. Our woven metal fence was a canvas of dappled green, splashed with pink and lavender that captured my… Continue reading Lessons from a Morning Glory

Faith, Family, Life, Ministry

Wanted: 1 Homing Pigeon

I’m a homemaker, a.k.a. I don’t earn a paycheck. My last culturally defensible tenet for being home full-time walked down the aisle last September. That milestone added to an underlying angst that started with our final home-school graduation four years ago — that ‘I-should-do-something-with-my-life’ feeling. Lately I’ve been struggling beyond belief to make a decision… Continue reading Wanted: 1 Homing Pigeon

Faith, Life

Alterations

I'm a seamstress— have been nearly as far back as I can recall. My mother started me out hand sewing little quilts for my dolls. I still own the teddy bear upon which I performed ‘surgery’ that displays the child-like stitches I used to suture his wound. By early adolescence I had purchased a machine… Continue reading Alterations

Faith, Life, Nature

Storm Chaser

The spring rains are just beginning and with them comes the promise of at least a few good rumblers. Last year saw an exceptional storm-season here in western North Dakota, with more than one tornado spree and some good old fashioned hail storms. There is a line in the movie Little Women, in which Jo… Continue reading Storm Chaser

Faith, Life

Life… and Counting

"The greatest surprise in life to me is the brevity of life.” — Billy Graham In March I celebrated my 58th birthday. The day came and went with little pomp or circumstance, which suited me just fine as I was busy trying to figure out how it got here in the first place. A minute… Continue reading Life… and Counting

Faith, Life

Learning to Be Clay

So I went down to the potter’s house, and I saw him working at the wheel. But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him. Then the word of the Lord came to me. He… Continue reading Learning to Be Clay