My One Small Voice

Standing at the edge of still watersin the middle of my lifelooking out on the reflection of the world that God in his lovingkindnesscreated for me to inhabitand enjoy The beauty of trees, sky, grassthe V-line of geese mirrored above and before me the sound of wind the distant moving rush of riverthe hum of…

Being Home

I spend a lot of time at home.  About 85% of my life happens behind the closed door of our brightly-colored, overflowing-with-laundry, two-bedroom house.   My husband and I and our four children (ages 6 and under) share every room.  Our bedroom is the hangout spot during the day, the living room is where we teach…

Ashes

I asked Randy if reading my last post made him want to start keeping a journal.  He glanced over at the 5-ft stack of books, and without even considering it, said, “no.”  We both agreed there wasn’t really much reason for him to write down anything about our life…  I would venture to say that…