Author: Arla

Eventually, I expect we'll have forgotten that we ever moved away for three years. For now, it feels new and different here at the Stone Horse. To settle our things into the comfortable to us places takes some time. Could a person decide now that this is it ... Next move is to heaven? Thank… Continue reading Done Moving

It's back to the old heating stove soon. In fact we've been firing each day that we spend working on the rejuvenation of the Stone House. We plan to move in next Saturday. Everybody is helping, even the grandsons, which melts my heart ridiculously. Why shouldn't they learn on this old house? We're not aiming… Continue reading Sunday Catch You Up

It's Sunday afternoon and I'm already raring to go on next week's projects toward moving. We went to Menards yesterday to gather supplies to finish up the new stairway. I spent three days at the Stone House painting and cleaning last week. So if you know my life you'll realize that I had no days… Continue reading Snow on Sunday, Too.

We're moving to our own house, the Stone House, soon. It'll be another few weeks but already we're beginning the process. Elv has collected the annual load of metal to take to recycling and I have a stack of boxes full of empty jars in the study. It's a start. I have a list of… Continue reading Countdown Days

Ruffed Grouse White Pine Frosting We have snow. Lots of snow. Not sunshine, really. Each day a gray sky shuts out the sun. People are starting to feel that hibernation might be a good choice. What's with this lethargy? And a certain dreary dullness? The snow is beautiful though. There is something nicely legitimate about… Continue reading Gray Days

Words are probably my favorite thing. Reading and writing and talking. Words are also my enemy in the middle of the night sometimes. Words heal hearts. They also hurt, wounding spirits and reopening wounds. Words are life or death. Jesus is the Word made flesh. He lived here and left his words for us that… Continue reading Writing and Speaking Lessons

With snow falling, again, I scribble here for you. Last year at this time we were both sick. We couldn't know then how much of our year, our energy and money and time would be taken up as repercussions thereof. Why even reflect on it? Why indeed! Except that we came through to this new… Continue reading Old Year, New Year

We have a Christmas tree this year. You all helped us with that. I've always been enamored with Christmas trees and lights because they "strike joy" during our long darkness. But we were raised to consider Christmas trees, especially, somewhat superfluous and maybe even "worldly". This year when the new cards began to arrive I… Continue reading Christmas Trees and Snow

Jesus came and gave Himself for us ... We were/are sin-broken and hopeless. But He bought us back. I'm thinking about the miracle of that this year. Flinging my soul there again. Oh yes, we've been healing and walking on, but, it's the full redemption that is ahead when He comes back for us that… Continue reading Christmas, Again

And it's kind of a lazy afternoon. I've been doing a puzzle, (thanks to my secret sister from church), and listening to Gaskel's Cranford on Audible. Oh, I could be working on half a dozen other chores or projects, but I happen to know that this hour is precious and passing. I saw today that… Continue reading Bitterly Cold and Snowy Day