I have become an inadvertent homeschooler overnight, which is both an ego boost and a death wish. Help me with some ideas?
In a white country church house with six pews on the right and six pews on the left, I formed my first ideas of God and his people.
I have never seen a man’s back worn to shreds by a cruel whip, but I have seen crisscrossed lines of despair in the wrists of a friend.
We have been ferried up, up, up the excruciating climb, full of dread and horror. Now we creep over the edge and hang poised.
For all Mrs. Zook knows, yellow and gray may be out of style by now. She would have to ask her sister Kim, who knows about things like that.
I love how bright food looks on a plate. And I love this guy, who is willing to eat salad with a knife & a jar from time to time.
We do not want to be apart. For each member of our family, including him, this is the hardest part of our sacrifice. We love him, and he loves us.
These newborn cuties represent a whole lot of dreaming and hard work for me. We will be looking for homes for them in a few weeks!
Anita Yoder writes: “It goes both ways, but if you know a single in your church, think about how you could let her feel like she matters and belongs.”
We pulled two names out of the random.org hat (no cheating, I promise, although I can’t vouch for the intelligence of computers)…