Stone House Scribblings

I have been wondering about these words from the herald angels that night to the shepherds. I want some. Everyone wants peace on earth. I think I've hunted most diligently this past year for my bit of peace on earth. I want to be "at peace" with all my people. I like "peace and quiet"… Continue reading Peace On Earth

It has started looking dusky outside by four in the afternoon and the snow stays all day long on the leaves outside. Here we are, headed straight into the long nights of the northern lands. It is okay as long as there is firewood enough to keep our stoves going and lamps enough to keep… Continue reading A Logger’s Morning Prayer

There is plenty to ponder and pray about these days. Last week I was thinking about how quiet and peaceful things have been. I finished up that thought with a silent prayer to Jesus to keep us for whatever is next. There always is another curve or hill or valley in the road ahead. Of… Continue reading Gracious Living Takes Time

We don't plan ahead for this annual picture. Of course, this is obvious. It's just as informal as it appears to be. A few people are missing, which always happens as well. We hope that given enough years in a row that we do this, that everyone will be on the picture at some point.… Continue reading Grace Bible Church Photo

   We were without internet for a few weeks this fall. On purpose, for several reasons. What is the most real way to say that? We lived without internet?  Or we disconnected our service? I don't know. Anyway, we did. And it was nice. We proved that one can live without internet. Isn't that the… Continue reading Let Christ’s Word Dwell Richly

 Fall is flying away in colored leaves on the wind. Tomorrow they will be picked up and blown through the mulch machine onto the freshly tilled and limed garden. The garden is being tucked away for winter. Let the snow cover and coach the decomposition of leaves to feed next year’s crop of vegetables and… Continue reading One Last Picnic

September opened with us still logging near St Croix Falls. Our swans floated on the algae clogged pond below the cabin as if winter was nowhere in sight. Perhaps they have flown south by now with this snowy cold weather. The brown colored ducks were rafting though, and eating off the muddy bottom. I sat… Continue reading What’s Next?

Beloved season full of color and spice, on the table and in the woods, I love thee.  It is the season of small warming fires in the living room stove for morning coffee time. Yet, children run barefooted in the afternoon sunshine. Evening brings jacket coolness again, ending the day with another fire, this one… Continue reading Fall Is Here

I am dismayed tonight. It is Monday night. Elv is down in St. Croix working while yet it is not too muddy and wet to work. (I was going to say "while yet 'tis day", but of course that isn't true because it is dark out.) And that's my whole point. I'm sitting at home… Continue reading Displaced Person