I opened 2019 with a word of the year: FEAR. I wrote about wanting to face fear head on–face pride head on–and grow in my fear of God. How do we know when are truly fearing God? Do I have to feel the awe… Continue Reading “Un-Afraid?”
Back in the old farmhouse, Grandma kept a cactus garden. A clear Rubbermaid tub about two feet by three feet and ten inches deep was home to a small log cabin, a china woman, a forest of cacti, and one precocious brown plastic squirrel.… Continue Reading “Small World”
Anecdotes and observations from a summer job picking, sorting, and selling strawberries.
Once upon a while ago (about three or four years) my mom ventured into the world of making sourdough as a healthier alternative to regular baking. This was my first introduction to the process and it was brief. I do remember making some delicious… Continue Reading “Sourdough Stories”
In northwestern Pennsylvania, there is a small city and in that city there is a chapel. The chapel is old, made of gray stone with a spire and stained glass windows that are so ancient their paint began to run decades ago. The chapel… Continue Reading “A Place in My Heart”