Love Notes

Elena Desserich was nearly six years old when she was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. As the cancer took its toll, it stole away her ability to speak.

But little Elena would not be denied.

Wise beyond her years, she continued to communicate and express her love for... Read More

The warmth of a fire

Fire. It’s amazing and mesmerizing. There is nothing quite like sitting next to a campfire deep in the woods and surrounded by the darkness of night. The crackling, the sparks, the smokey scent, the warmth, and the flickering flames always tug at something from deep within. We cook on it,... Read More

Antiques

I have a friend who loves antiques. Her home is filled with dishes, furniture, and trinkets from great grandmothers, grandfathers, aunts, and uncles. She buys items from long ago that represent a feeling, an historical period, or a family member, and then beautifully displays them throughout her... Read More

Submission

Since I’ve written on headship and husbands, I guess it’s only fair that I write a little bit about submission and wives.  And I mean a very little bit. 

I’ve always thought that submission, like headship, is something for which we wives have been naturally equipped.  That... Read More

When Darkness is your Closest Friend.

Ever feel like giving up?  Are you tired, worn down, depressed? Have you’ve tried to make things better, but no matter what you do, you fail? Feel like you have no friends? No one to talk to?  Do you feel desperately alone?

When there is absolutely nothing else to cling to, there... Read More

Kindness in the little things

Yesterday I received word that one of our cars broke down—again. It’s the third time in less than a month that we’ve been hit with a major car repair. This time around it was the timing belt and water pump.

Cha-ching, cha ching.

This one hit me pretty... Read More

Oh, Good

I was at the movies the other night with my family, waiting to see the 3D version of Toy Story 1 and 2 when I noticed a woman picking up a movie ticket from the floor. I could tell that it wasn’t hers because she was talking with the man with her and looking around like, “Who lost this?”... Read More

First comes love…

Growing up, one of the ways we used to poke fun at a boy and a girl who “liked” each other was to chant the following nursery rhyme:
“Dean and Lucy, sittin’ in a tree. K -I -S -S -I -N -G. First comes love; then comes marriage. Then comes Suzie in the baby carriage.”Read More

Puppy love . . .

I received an email recently that set me back and pushed me to tears. It simply read:

We want to share some sad news with you. This past weekend, Brittany, our Golden Retriever, died at a little over 15-years-old. She was the puppy we bought from you back in 1994. I don’t... Read More