Stone House Scribblings

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

Look, I am about to do something new;even now it is coming. Do you not see it?Indeed, I will make a way in the wilderness,rivers in the desert. Isaiah 43:19 We need this verse. It is a grace boost for this time of our lives. For our reading, we are in Isaiah. We sit in… Continue reading A New Thing

It was 7 degrees when we got up and the fires were out, the house a little chilly. Elv clanged and banged around building fires in both the heating stove and the cook stove while I got up, dressed, and came downstairs to his fresh brewed coffee. We sat warming by the fire and talked… Continue reading A Day in the Life

This isn't about rabbits or Anne. I was looking for a photo to grace the post as usual and decided to borrow it because it's a great springtime picture. I have been thinking about Communion today, because the church we've been attending had their spring communion service this Sunday. We didn't go to church partially… Continue reading Communion Sunday

Spring came in with mud. North Shore mud is not just any old mud. This mud is special. Red, sticky, staining, heavy mud. I should take pictures of it right now. Not that I want to remember. I just know how it works. You think it's never going to end, but eventually one day it's… Continue reading Spring is Here