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Empty Nest or Full Life?
Since the end of May, our nest has been anything but empty. First Anne came home from college the weekend before Memorial Day. Since all her summer sewing projects were of the large variety, she was into weekly baking extravaganzas, not to mention her constant...
Migration Isn’t for Me
On the last morning walk Hiram and I took in Idaho, a very noisy bird interrupted our conversation. Hiram located the rude critter in the tippy-top of an evergreen tree. While I whipped out my camera, Hiram also spied the mystery bird of prey’s nest in the next tree...
Biscuits and Gravy, the Recipe
A couple days back, I blogged about eating Harold Walker’s biscuits & gravy at Family Camp...without Harold Walker. After posting it, several readers asked how to make it. With this being my first day home - jet lagged, knee deep in laundry, and too short on sleep...
Time for Huckleberry Tears
Today we are leaving this mountain, and I do not want to leave. Don’t get me wrong. I’m ready to be home. Ready for cell service and a birthday call to our daughter. Ready for two more months of Iowa sweet corn. Ready for a consistent, daily routine. Ready for a quiet...
Hiding in the Grass
Kids are almost as numerous as mosquitoes at Family Camp this year. I’m exaggerating, of course, but with three toddlers under three years of age trying to keep up with two active seven-year-olds, the constant darting about rivals the insects. But last night, one...
Every Now and Then
Every now and then, though not nearly often enough, I am startled by God’s sharp grace. This morning was one of those now and thens as our family and friends gathered to worship. In our midst were believers equipped to meet every need: a worship leader musicians to...