Rhonda’s Blog

It’s quiet in my home. Stepping out to my kitchen, I refill my mug with coffee. In the corner, the lights of the tree twinkle peace, and I can feel

I’m curled up once more in my favorite winter place. The lamp shines golden at my shoulder, the candles lend their warmth, and the tree bears silent witness. It’s Christmas

In morning’s dark, I glance up. Outside the kitchen window, the graceful fingers of the towering pine are silhouetted against the light. Dawn is breaking, and its brilliant colors are

It’s quiet in my home. Stepping out to my kitchen, I refill my Christmas mug with coffee. In the corner, the lights of the tree twinkle peace, and I can

To all the pastors who have to lead during a national crisis, here’s what I want you to know: we do not need you to be perfect. We really don’t.

Yesterday, I sat in on another national briefing call regarding COVID-19. It occurred to me again as I listened–that there is much that goes on behind the scenes that isn’t,

There is little morning light. Today, the sun is hidden from sight. A thick layer of fog has come in through night, obscuring the view. Step, step, step. In a

“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.