It was right there, just where the sky meets the land.  There, in that thin band of daylight that splits the dark in two.  It was there that beauty spoke. After two days

The exciting thing about this is that he’s issued the call to all of his bloggers and Facebook friends, which means that alot of NMC’ers (Nappanee Missionary Church family) will

Grounds for Insanity column

“Skitter, skitter, tick, tick.  Skitter, skitter, tick, tick.”  You guessed it.  We have a new resident.  Mr. Schrock has reported two sightings, one in our bedroom and one in the

The word for today is “hear.”  Because I was feeling quiet on Multitude Monday, we’re going to go with Thundering Thursday and just mix things up.  From the Thousand Gifts

In the predawn darkness I sit, sipping fresh coffee and scratching the next column on unlined sheets of printer paper. I’ve forgotten my backpack, the carry-all that I sling over

Alarm rings.  Stalk, bleary eyed, to bathroom to initiate getting-dressed proceedings.  Note husband’s unenthusiastic response when his iPhone alarm sounds. Jockey for space at sink with husband.  Mutter, “This town

“No,” he said calmly.  “I’m not tired.  I’m just finking.” Curious, now, about what four-year-olds “fink” about, I put it to him direct:  “What are you ‘finking’ about?” Without hesitation,

“Seventy-three shopping days left,” read a friend’s Facebook status recently. I nearly croaked. “Stop!” I wanted to shout at the screen. “Cut that out. It’s far too early for that