It’s the last day of the month and I’m still wondering where the first week went! It’s been busy around our house with swimming lessons and strawberry picking and family visits and tree-fort construction. The weather has been fine—if a little cool—in our part of the world. I’m sitting on my deck as I write,…
Oh Lord, Creator of blue heaven and whispering green leaves, Maker of strawberry fields in sunshine and the ripe scent of berries and earth, Designer of fireflies flickering like city lights In the darkening shadows of June evenings, To You we bow Created to Creator Humbled, Loved.
Do you keep a journal? I do–and I have done so for years. Looking through my journal from 2014, I ran across this: “This has been a year of emotional strain. Not that there have been any major upheavals. My depression returned at the beginning of the year. It pummeled my spirit with heavy fists:…
I like to laugh. I like humor and wit. When I find something that gives me that true belly laugh, I hold on to it. One of my favorite books is a little book published in 1962 by Virginia Cary Hudson, called “O Ye Jigs and Juleps.” Virginia Hudson, the writer, was ten years old…
A few weeks ago, my mom and I took the boys to a local orchard to pick strawberries. I’ve never gone strawberry-picking, so this was a new experience all around. A tractor towing a big wagon-bed carried us out to the fields (the boys were ecstatic!).
Ok. Yes. I know the calendar says that it is now the second day of June and that May has been boxed up and put on the shelf for next year. Unfortunately, I am a lifelong procrastinator. I lost track of time somewhere around Mothers’ Day and the last few weeks have been full to…
I wish I could draw in pen and ink the image, a memory my camera was too slow to capture: Two little boys marching into the woods, galoshes, skinned knees, and croquet mallets held tight in chubby hands, resting on small shoulders; determined adventurers seeking treasures of pinecones and rocks, slaying dragon(flies) and monster(trucks).…
Dear Friend, Exercise is one of those things that I don’t realize how much I enjoy or need until after I get started—can I hear an Amen? It always seems like so much work for…what? Sweat? Aches and pains? No thank you. I’d like to pass. “I’ll take Bonbons and the Recliner for 200, Alex.”…
“Are you ever so excited you can’t close your eyes at night when you go to sleep?” I overheard Will ask one of his friends this question. He was rhapsodizing about the upcoming pizza and bowling party after church on Sunday. He had worked hard for the privilege of going to the party and he…
I love good food. I love to cook. And I love healthy food that I can feel good about serving my family. Unfortunately, I don’t have a lot of time to cook. So, finding good, quick recipes for healthy and filling meals is important to me. I recently tried this recipe out on the family…
Letters From Home 