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No Pretension
Authenticity. Reality. I think that was what drew us to our farm. Yes, it was badly run down. The farm had seen a lot of living. It had been used to raise chickens and pigs, to grow crops, to supply milk, to allow a tiny family of three with little outside income to live comfortably for years. The eighty-five year old farmer had told us when we noticed the huge stacks of firewood around the house, “In the winter I stay snug as a bug in a rug.” The tiny house had been a shelter, a place of love, heartache, joy, loss. No pretense, no desire to impress, just…
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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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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…
