I feel like the most blessed woman on the planet. Not only do I get to work with amazing people, like the people from the Youth Evangelism Conference in Nashville, but I get to…
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This post is written by my husband, Chris. He is the one who prunes the fruit trees and grapevines on the farm. I am busy heading to Nashville and he graciously offered to write…
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Today was a beautiful puffy cloud day. Going out my door and looking up into a sky full of beautiful clouds is one of my favorite things. A cold front was coming in, creating…
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I never tire of finding joy in the small wonders of this world. Discovering them is like finding treasure and I am reminded of my childhood. I remember the items I gleaned as a…
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No matter how hidden you believe you are, or how dark the night, or how far you have run — you are never far away from God. Not even a little. He is a…
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I love tulip tree blossoms. The flowers look like dancers to me, limbs outstretched and curving into elegant stillness. Their sweeping wisps of soft pink appear to be part of some sweet choreography. I…
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Hungry and tired, I rushed out of the grocery store pushing my cold, wet cart to the car. The brisk air seemed to blow right through my thin red coat. Chris was waiting for…
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This lamp stays burning in Katie’s now empty room. Every time I pass her room on my way to do laundry, it catches my eye. I don’t need its light to remind me of…