For the beginning of the story, review preceding posts here (Dreams) and here (Deferral). ***** Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life (Prov 13:12). Fall arrived. And there came a clear point when one spell broke, and I knew I had turned the corner. Who can […]
The polls are open, the herds are flocking, the propagandists are yakking, the candidates are sweating, the fortune tellers are celebrating (or self-destructing). And in Meadville, Pennsylvania, the sheriff’s office takes a holiday. This is singularly unfortunate considering that Shari did not have the holiday in mind, and must contact this office for one missing
Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life (Prov 13:12). Confession: When I found this one, I fell hard. It was a big old home on Hunter Road, tall and square and weathered gray—huge beautiful windows and a wraparound, falling-down porch. Needs work. Sitting vacant. Ryan
November 4 is a golden day in Zook history—the day Jesus fulfilled our impossible dream. Once upon a time, our family lived on a little brick street in Meadville, Pennsylvania. It was a darling little street, daffodils in the spring, fresh grass all summer, salmon and flame leaves in the fall, deep cold drifts through
My friend Janelle Glick is back, after having spent significant time this week researching and pondering. Here are her concluding thoughts and questions. Plug in! She writes– ***** Confession: Sometimes my statements of practice are built on comfortable ignorance. So I spent some hours this week reading about the origins of Halloween. I read articles
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My post last week on Halloween sparked a series of private conversations with my friend Janelle Glick. Janelle hails from the city of Waterloo, Ontario. She’s a former school teacher, present curriculum writer, wife of a musician, mother of three, seeker of Jesus. I asked her to write a guest post, sharing her thoughts on
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Confession: This time of year, I cannot go to the store without feeling ashamed for humanity. I don’t get it. I consider Americans (the ones I meet in my small city) to be humane, civil, and compassionate. What possesses us, that this one month of the year we otherwise-sane human beings suddenly find gore and
Confession: I’m breaking an internal vow. I had decided not to post pictures of any birthday cakes I make for my kids. This is supposed to be a confessions site, not a brag page. Yes? But here I am doing it, for this reason: if you like decorating cakes, you have to try fondant! Fondant
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Confession: I find ladies’ parties irresistible, especially when they celebrate life. This week I hosted one to celebrate the coming of an unborn baby, first child of my friend Kayla. Here are some things I am (slowly) learning about the hosting bit: Ask for help! * My
Confession: God has been so good to us. A year ago I was packing boxes, preparing for our first move of three in eight months. I was dreaming of living in The Gray House someday, but felt like Abraham beginning a journey-with-an-unknown-destination. I put a time capsule note on the bottom of one of the