I’m running along our country road, talking out loud to the Father I’ve come to know. “Talk to me about famine.” That’s what I say, for what’s on my heart

“Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its

This is a message that’s been stirrin’ in my heart for a few, spring-shiny, country days. And one of you-all, I know, is needin’ to hear it. Now, you know

I posted this on Facebook yesterday, and judging by the number of comments that came in, it struck a nerve with my friends. I’m sharing it here in case someone

Spring has come to The Three. Looking out across The Back Forty, the grass is an emerald carpet rolling past the garden and past the swing; a cozy blanket tucked

Dear Inventors and Corporate Big Wigs (including, but not limited to My Pillow and Sealy Mattress Companies), I am writing today to offer you the chance of a lifetime. As

By lamp’s soft light on this chill April day, I open the Word. And this is the verse that I read. “For the eyes of the Lord range throughout the

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBloggerToday, I’m gonna pass along a little tidbit (well, a kinda big one, actually) that’s been bringin’ me a whole lotta peace and rest. It came from Mr. Schrock once

Though it happened years ago, I remember it still. There in that century home with its high, towering ceilings and wooden stairs that creaked, it had been Armageddon. A knock-down,

I slide open the drawer and reach for the card. I carry it to the counter, then bend low to pull out the mixer. I collect eggs. Milk. Butter. Yeast.