On Faring Well

I placed my purse under the table, Bible next to the coffee pot, laptop on a chair then propped reading glasses on my head. It was Tuesday morning, which meant Bible Study in the sunroom at Mary Jane’s farm, and I was the note-taker. Those who wanted coffee helped...

Making Home

“Housekeeping is home’s daily chores of faith, hope, and love. It doesn’t hold out for what might never be. Instead, it wrings good from what is.”  -Jen Pollock Michel   I reach for a book, wipe dust off the top, pile it on the previous one, and reach for...

Making Lists

This morning, the sun out competed the clouds and burned off pockets of fog. A cool breeze rustled the lush vegetation surrounding our house. I checked our rain gauge. Three inches. Good day to pull weeds, I thought, scrub floors, wash the dogs, do laundry, and walk...

The Times of Your Life

Good morning, yesterday You wake up and time has slipped away…   After several days of rain, Keith and I woke this morning to sunshine and spring-green stretching across the Rockfish Valley. Through our open window, I heard bird calls and echoes from dogs...

A little Kumbaya

In last week’s post, I wrote, “We are all in this together.” Sunday. Trying to get home, to work, to somewhere other than where we are, Grand Rapids. Then Monday. No one sang Kumbaya. I stood in line at the airline check-in counter for an hour, checked my bag, cleared...