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A Sense of Anticipation: Part One
As I write this blog I am looking at a picture that was taken of our dining room table on a Thanksgiving day several years ago. It is set in expectation that someone will enjoy fellowship and refreshment at this table. Many family memories are represented here. We had collected those blue dishes that adorn each place setting from our neighborhood grocery store when the children were young. The dishes, like Judd and I, are now antiques. The tall blue drinking glasses were gifts from my daughter Sara. The antique oil lamps which came from my father-in-law’s collection are a silent reminder of his presence at this table. Name cards…
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What Did I Miss?
I am sure that I missed it. But I am not sure what it was because I wasn’t looking for it. Oh, yes, I caught some of it, but I diminished it by grumbling, complaining, and wishing for something other. Although, I know I miss much of God’s presence every day of my life, this blog is a reflection on my failures before we moved to the farm. We lived in California temporarily for eleven years, and I was always looking for the escape clause. I was seven months pregnant with my second child when I had my first introduction to the San Fernando Valley. Barb, one of my lifetime…
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The Group at the Place by Nancy Swihart
In those first years we called ourselves “The Group at the Place With a Plan.” Later we were to incorporate as Wellspring, Incorporated, a 501c3 which was to be active for a number of years. (We have since shut down the corporation, but still call ourselves Wellspring. ) This is the story of what developed from that ragtag group as we formed and then as we followed where the wind of the Spirit led. The hundred and sixty acre farm on Kitten Creek Road which created the backdrop for this book has become a rich community of family and friends. Many, many people have contributed to the fabric of…
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Unwrapping His Presence: Gifts from The Farm
Today is my husband’s birthday. It is not until he opens the lovingly wrapped presents that he will discover the gifts inside. And the givers will find joy in all of his responses because they love to give. I think this is a great analogy for how we unwrapped the gifts that God offered to us in our daily lives. Inside the package that was the farm were wrapped many layers of gifts. Most of these gifts we could never have guessed by shaking the package. This blog cite is based on the adventures of unwrapping those presents given by the God who loves to inhabit our space. Perhaps it…
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A Sense of Anticipation: Part Two
When our little family crossed the western states decades ago to replant ourselves in Kansas, we were in great anticipation. Leaving behind friends and memories, we began our journey. We were anticipating that God was going to “set our table” before us, a table of blessing and promise. The scenery had slowly changed from browns to various shades of green. Long fields of yellow wheat gave way to rolling pastures dotted with Black Angus and red Herefords. Fancy, our orange tabby, was all but voiceless by now. Not enjoying his close confinement in the cat carrier, Fancy had been incessantly verbalizing his complaints across the desert and the mountains. After…
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