Rhonda’s Blog

“Day is dying in the west.” Tonight, I grabbed my phone, and my family and I headed off into the sunset. In the coming dusk, we passed lush, green crops

On a hot July night, we’re out with our Amish friends. Covid has kept us from our evenings in town for dinner and shopping, and it’s been months. We’re finally

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBloggerFrom controversies over masks to Black Lives Matter; from disputes over race, reparations, and religion to statues defaced and cops in the cross hairs, these are perilous and upsetting times.

Sitting in the food court, I look to my right. Two handsome, young, black men occupy the bench beside me. They’re laughing and talking, bantering back and forth, and then

Dear God, I come to you in the name of Your son, Jesus, on behalf of my country. You have never turned me away. You have never failed to hear

It’s a Saturday morning. We are still in our pajamas, as is our wont, starting the day real slow. I glance over at The Cub, a cozy cat in his

South Bend, IN — In our ongoing series on the corona virus, a local mother reports that in three weeks of quarantining, she and her husband have become “full-fledged KOOKS. We’ve been

“Essential. Nonessential.” We’re hearing it a lot these days in reference to workers and businesses. Odd times we are in, for sure. Recently, someone shared with me her struggle with

Over the weekend, friends of ours received word that their daughter had been in a bad accident. She was flown to a hospital…where her parents could not go. That quarantine?

In this one photo, I am looking at our current reality. This darling, little mother is in a nursing home just up the road from here. Her daughter took the