All Things Home and Family
Mom remembers this Sunday afternoon. This is Sid and Ruth ... that first winter as a dating couple. Aren't they just so beautifully dashing? Mom pulled a couple of albums out this evening. The years are squished down into photos with a few captions. Memories. Mostly happy memories. And it all flew by so quickly!… Continue reading Swift Transition
The way that you are now is not the way that you will stay. Shaye Elliott Ted Miller said almost the same thing in a sermon. "Things will happen in your life that will change you. You'll never be the same again." I don't know why this truth startled me so. I could easily see… Continue reading The Inevitable Changes
Today had all the right things in it to make it a good Sunday. Morning church, a beautifully laid table at lunchtime, a walk in the woods, visits with Dad and Mom, a puzzle, and a sing at the piano with Brad at the end of the day. I suppose I'm a sappy mom, but… Continue reading This Good Sunday
Juniper Haircap Moss If value is measured by how noticable something is, then mosses have to be low on the list. If value is measured by how intricate, delicate, and beautiful; mosses rate high. My sister April and I were down on our hands and knees today, our phone cameras pressed into the soft mosses… Continue reading Mosses
This is yesterday's daily posting. I took a tramp behind dad's house in the woods. Thirty years ago, we came out to this country to visit my brother. And to see what we could we see about job possibilities. The one possibility dried up before the first interview and we happily returned to Wisconsin. Idaho… Continue reading This Day In Idaho
Dad tells me his stories. Some of them I've heard many times. I'm trying to record them as accurately as I can understand. Sometimes he's satisfied with what I've written. But there are times that he protests indignantly, "It wasn't like that at all!" So we talk more and I rewrite it, again. Always there's… Continue reading Tell My Story True
I just want to say right here that if I had more sister time, I would be a better person. Only a sister can cut to the chase with wisdom and advise when you need it. Even when you didn't know you needed it. We baked cookies and made salad and did dishes in her… Continue reading My Own People
I felt like I was seeing everything in a new way. The grass is green now and the baby leaves emerging. It felt like a first-time drive out across Wisconsin's farmland. Some of the farms were impeccable with crisp borders and tidy yards, almost sterile. But there were the messy farms. One such farm appears… Continue reading Scenery For This Day
It made a lot of good sense. It was comforting and alarming all at once. So, it must have been a great sermon. Sunday morning sermons are the place where last week's failures and this week's resolutions meet. I brought away with me a renewed determination to source my stream in Jesus. Mostly, this means… Continue reading Living Water Sourced
Cold rain had been falling for a couple days. Complete saturation had long since happened and the creek at the bottom of the cabin lawn was rising again. We had the four wheeler for traversing the rutted and red-clay-water-running-in- streams trail that we had for our lane. Words fail. Minnesota mud has no equal for… Continue reading Blue Daisies and Mud
Stone House Scribblings 