Rhonda’s Blog

Yesterday, The Cub turned 11. Man alive. What a surprise that whole thing was! I was 38, rushin’ headlong at 40 when the stick turned pink. I’ll never forget it.

Heads up, girls. Today, you will meet other women. Girls of all ages, shapes, sizes and talents will cross your path. The truth of it is that most of ’em

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