It’ll be like your own exhale, some real relief.
Composed and Played by the talented David Nevue
It’s quiet in here. I know — it can get a bit loud out there. And we all get tired.
Come rest a bit? Nice to meet you! My name’s plain & simple Ann, without even the fanciful ‘e.’ I’m a farmer’s wife & we’ve got ourselves a happy mess of 6 kids. I scratch out amazing grace stories for you here in this journal & sometimes real books but, look, could I just get you a glass of cold water right now and the relief of some easy words we call Soul Multivitamins?
Posts from the archives I often return to, getting my bearings, yet again…
How to Journal: Capturing the Beauty of Your Life
A Crazy Family Living with God
A Life Roadmap
A One-Piece Life
Colors of a Tear-Washed World
Fine Art of Subtraction: Shift to See
Dust Headed Home
Father of the Rain
How we homeschool
Led by GPS
Let the Pressure do its Work
Never Too Late
Of Angels and Miracle Allowances
Peace is a Person
Run the River
See The Well
Seeing Along the Beam
The Thousand Gifts
Why the Push?
Just over 3 years ago? My friend Kristen Welch went to Africa with Compassion. We were invited to go together. But I couldn't. Later, I…
so... as I'm about to turn a milestone birthday marker... thinking a lot about how to really live and how the wrinkles should wring this…
Malakai and his paints sprawl across the table like a bit of the sky run all down. These thousand colors in rain. That's the way…
Whenever Christmas begins to burden, it's a sign that I've taken on something of the world and not of Christ. The Farmer, he brings home…
... we open the front door and marvel with you all, the kindest of friends, at the Merry of CHRISTmas, and all this world singing…