I am not a farmer. The total breadth of my farming knowledge comes from two experiences: growing up next to farms in the Midwest and visiting my grandparents. As a child, I knew we were approaching my grandparents’ house when lush, white cotton fields sprawled on either side of the road as far as the…
As we sat around the living room, the Christmas tree still aglow four days after Christmas, warmth from the fireplace heating the room, providing softness to all it touched, my husband held up the corner of a dining room chair for inspection. It now lacked the protective cap on the end, causing it to bobble…
As my husband and I reviewed our budget last summer, evaluating it against potential upcoming expenses and the desire for a family vacation, we determined our adventure would need to be close to free. One week to all be together, hopefully undistracted and able to go, was important to us. We’re intentional about making the…
Last week, my son Hayden was traveling a congested stretch of road in downtown Orlando known for its propensity to accidents and fender benders. To make matters worse, weather conditions were poor when the vehicle two cars ahead of my son was cut off by another car. Everyone slammed on their brakes, and my son’s…
When I was fourteen years old, just discovering the “mall bang” and a love for sweater dresses, I stumbled upon another discovery. This one was life-changing, and it happened on what I believed to be an ordinary Sunday. My family and I loaded our too-large clan into our too-small vehicle and headed off to church….
Last year an image of a teenage boy standing at a flagpole alone made its way around the globe, the story garnering the attention of our nation. A high school junior had chosen to pray in front of his school all alone, in plain view of onlookers and passersby. One of those onlookers posted about…