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The Third Stone-Eric
Suspecting he liked me, but tired of waiting on him to demonstrate his feelings, I nearly foiled the whole thing.
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The Third Stone-Eric
The Early Years In his elementary years, Eric lived in Indiana. By God’s grace, he regularly attended an AWANA program and heard the Gospel of Jesus. Instead of fighting the Spirit, by faith, he believed. Eventually, his family moved to… Continue reading
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To Plant or Not to Plant
Should I make this life change right now? The Preacher in Ecclesiastes tells us there is a time for everything. How do we know if if now is that time? Continue reading
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The Second Stone: A Dream (part 2)
To listen to The Second Stone: A Dream, parts 1 and 2 together, click below. In the dream, I understood that I would never see my parents again. I would never have a chance at eternal life in Heaven or… Continue reading
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The Second Stone: A Dream (Part 1)
As I write the story of how we came to live in our white, two-story farmhouse, I am power washing it. Dirt, spider webs, algae and other questionable specs litter every nook and cranny, but especially the underbelly of each… Continue reading
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Millie
It was August 2012. Eric and I had just moved into our first apartment. We were college graduates and newly married, and I was one week away from starting my first big girl job teaching high school family and consumer… Continue reading
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The First Stone: The Lake
Looking out my kitchen window, I see some of the rocks laid around our pond. It started here. Whether I was in the kitchen looking at the pond, or whether I was actually down at the pond, I can’t remember.… Continue reading
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The Twelve Stones
Walk with me. It’s the dry season, but the grass has been mowed. Ordinary shoes will do fine. Grasshoppers sense us coming, so they jump out of the way just before we come upon them. Dragonflies zip here and there,… Continue reading
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Too Wonderful
What is it about believing in the wonderful that often feels improbable? Five years ago we moved into the farmhouse. That was a big deal. I thought, “Why me, of all people? This feels too good to be true. This… Continue reading
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Creative Work
Some days I’m more creative than others, meaning the wind of creativity blows stronger, the impulse to abandon visible productivity drives me crazy if I don’t listen. I feel panicked, like an opportunity is passing me by, and I cry… Continue reading
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