Are your habits serving you well?
A MOMENT IN TIME
I began to think of the way we are linked together
through His creation. The markings of the geese are specific,
always the same for a particular breed.
WHERE THERE IS SADNESS, JOY
She began to talk to me of times of JOY. She spoke of happy things and times and places.
Upon leaving, I said,
”See you when you come home”.
“Ok honey”, she said
Monday Morning At The Coffee Shop…
The Pharisees are investigating the healing of the blind man. (John 9:13-34) Pharisee One – “That jerk that just came in says he was blind but now he can see”. Pharisee Two – “Nothing is that simple.” Pharisee One – “Well, ya know what they say. If it seems too good to be true, it probably…… Continue reading Monday Morning At The Coffee Shop…
ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE
“What this adds up to, then, is this. No more lies, no more pretense. Tell your neighbor the truth. In Christ’s body we are all connected to each other, after all. When you lie to others, you end up lying to yourself.”
THE RESCUE
My husband and I were standing at our living room window, watching a man walking down the distant road. The man lived nearby in a broken down house. Every day he walked two miles to a neighborhood bar where he spent his time.
The SHEPHERD CALLED THEM HOME
The Shepherd’s Barn The Shepherd Called Them Home The quaint old man in knee high boots prepared to call them in…. “Get behind the barn,” he said. “If they see you they won’t come.” “How many sheep?” I asked. ‘Bout 300, lambs ‘n all,” he replied. Now, gesturing toward distant fields, no movement…… Continue reading The SHEPHERD CALLED THEM HOME
LIFE AT HIDDEN MEADOWS FARM
Sometimes This Old Farm Feels Like A Long Lost Friend…. It’s always good to be back home again. Married four years in 1959, living on the lakeshorewith a toddler of three and an infant of six months, we began to look for another, safer, and perhaps more friendly place to live. Safer was my thinking.…… Continue reading LIFE AT HIDDEN MEADOWS FARM
LIFE IS LIKE A DREAM
Ahead were only dreary, boring days and years of waiting to get “old.” There was nothing new to do nor places to see or ROADS to travel.
Memories, Friends, and Observations 