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?
So I'm a mess and we're all failures -- at least all the honest are. And the truth is, no one ever runs before they take…
On Saturday night when the snow falls large, like feathers from heaven's tick, I kneel in the muck of the barn and milk a sow.…
When a nurse calls early and says she has the results of the chest x-ray, I'm standing in the kitchen. A kitchen of muffin tins…
It's on the day I forget to buy toilet cleaner in town. The day the man at the gas pumps says it's just around the…
When the Farmer comes in after 11 from the field, he carries it in on his grimy shirt, a few pounds of dirt. I wonder…
Dear Kids, Saw one of you boys sitting here in a messy house last night, reading a book by the light of the Christmas tree.…