writing
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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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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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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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The Rock
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
12 Stones Farmhouse 