For the past six months or so, I have been a difficult person to live with. I have been a seething pot of discontentment, an erupting volcano of discontentment, and a frantic squirrelly mess of discontentment. And I wanted my husband to know just exactly how discontent I was…you know […]
Conviction is such a strong word, but I don’t know how else to say it. I have been convicted to start writing again. I’m getting clammy just writing that. There has been a still small voice persistently at my ear for the past several weeks. I thought that maybe He […]
{This year we did hay on the farm where we are living. Besides the fact that I was laboring with Jay Paul–walking back and forth through the field–while the oats were being planted around me this winter, and I drove the truck on the day when the square bales were […]