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This September morning, I went out to weed the neglected backyard border bed. This corner of my garden, out of sight from my backyard, gets
As I wheel a load of weeds past the six-foot fence that keeps deer from my husband’s vegetables, I sigh and mutter, “I’m discouraged.” “Why?”
For more than a decade, I have met early each Tuesday morning with a handful of women for Lectio Divina (divine reading), a Scripture-based practice
By Carol Van Klompenburg We bounce over a progressively muddier Cambodian road on a trip for North Americans, hosted and planned by World Renew. The
When our sons were young, we put up the tree each Thanksgiving weekend, hanging the flotsam and jetsam of our growing history. It wasn’t gorgeous,
Jim Bratt is away today. We welcome guest-blogger, Carol Van Klompenburg. Thanks, Carol! I was planting dianthus in my backyard flower bed when Barb arrived
As I sing the servant song during evening worship, a familiar image recurs. In my imagination, I am standing on a dock, reaching down to
On the first day of kindergarten Miss Primus assigned us to sit in groups of six at quarter-scale tables in midget chairs. At my table
At four, I am visiting my Aunt Minnie’s farm for the day. Cobs crackle in the black kitchen stove. The wind whines above the mutter
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