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John Piper has said, “God is always doing ten thousand things in your life, and you may be aware of three of them.” The story of how we came to live in our farmhouse is one thing with ten thousand reasons. Why God brought us to this town when he did is another.

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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
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
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
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
Every Easter, as families exit the church building, you’ll hear someone say, “Ope, gotta stop and get your picture by the Maurice and Gwen rock!” My family is no exception. In this photo you can see that we are dressed… Continue reading
It’s coming! The snowstorm of the year is headed our way! From midnight Sunday morning until noon Monday, our little town has been forecasted to receive 10 inches of billowing, blustering snow! Kansas and Missouri have already received their fare… Continue reading