The northwest has called us, and I invite you to come along!
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.”
~ Rachel Carson
#2 Where you go, I will go . . .
#7 Prairie Grasses Have Purpose and Deep Roots
“In nature we never see anything isolated, but everything in connection with something else which is before it, beside it, under it and over it.” ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Yes, all of nature is connected and has purpose. As we headed west from Michigan’s Upper Peninsula via Hwy 2, a fellow RV’er advised us not to bother driving through North Dakota and Montana – he said it was boring with no striking views. But, you see, Ron and I like to make the connections; we like to see what others might not.
Until Tuesday
I tired of her. I was busy with my young children, my housework, and giving piano lessons.
She required much of my time. She was needy. Often invited herself over. I couldn’t get anything else done. I talked with another friend and asked advice about the situation. She offered a suggestion.
I hear the Master whisper . . .
I drive past it nearly every day, on my way somewhere. Today, though, I pull over and park my car in the lot, now overlaid with weeds. I look at the church – an unkempt building that has been empty for many years now – and I listen. No music flows through its closed windows. No children laugh or play on the rotted teeter-totter in its side yard. No pastor preaches from its pulpit. Instead, I hear the sounds of the country – the birds, the leaves kissing the breeze, a tractor in the distance,
The Apron
Do you ever find time to get away by yourself and have some quiet time with the Lord? When my children were at home, I thought it must be impossible to have quiet time with the Lord in our busy, noisy household! But then I heard about Susannah Wesley!
Alone. Without a tissue.
The room is small. The chairs uncomfortable. I see her through the glass, waiting for the thick door to unlock, controlled by someone we don’t see. Someone in another room looking through cameras into hallways and rooms, cells and blocks.
Dear Mother (in purple crayon)
I almost tossed it away – it looked so insignificant, written with a purple crayon, personalized with my favorite drawings: a tree on the front and a swing set on the back. But evidently it was not insignificant to her,
Your Faith Has Healed You!
I yearn to hear those words,
“Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed of your suffering.”
Being raised with teaching that certainly God can heal but He doesn’t always heal,
A Bird for His Purpose
Brilliant. Beautiful. Graceful. Pleasant. Stately. Confident. Cocky.
“Cocky.” That’s the trait that ended Gary Hancock.
He couldn’t help being “cocky.“ That’s how God made him, the very peacock that he is (was). Through the years, I’ve witnessed the “cockiness” of the wild turkeys that strut our yards and fields – of the pheasant that crosses the road as though he owns it, which he does! Likewise, it was the innocent, stately, God-given confident “cockiness” that brought about Gary Hancock’s demise one afternoon as he crossed the road he assumed he owned.
#29 Our Cute Little Trailer: Our Sequel to The Long, Long Trailer
Have you ever seen the old movie, The Long, Long Trailer? Oh my goodness! It’s a classic! So try to watch it, if you haven’t.
On their honeymoon, Lucy and Ricky go across the country with their new 40-foot house trailer.(Their names are Tacy and Nicky in this movie, but I’ll call them Lucy and Ricky!) Here’s the “trailer.” to the movie:
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Who wouldn’t want such a beautiful trailer as they bought.