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  • when perfectionism & to-do lists overwhelm

    On Wednesday, August 31 st, 2011
    Shadows of discouragement can ride up like a highway man in the night and and steal away all the silver linings. I wake on a Sunday to his cantering away. I lay in the bed a long time. The legs, the spirit, too heavy to move. The sun’s high already, the sheets warm. I make
  • {Video Concert on the Farm}How the Poor & Rich Might find Release: The Release of a Third World Symphony

    On Tuesday, August 30 th, 2011
    So it rains the day after he leaves. The day after he walks out of the wheat field, packs his guitar into that beat up, duct-taped case and heads south again, music on his mind. But Shaun Grove’s music, his songs stay behind. Playing loud on the stereo here the next morning, the washing machine
  • How to Get the Most out of A Day

    On Monday, August 29 th, 2011
    It’s a scant harvest of sweet corn this year. The rains deluging in spring, then giving up it’s obsession with us come June. From my post at the stove, out the window to the south, there the Farmer bends and bowsover the cornstalks like an offering,  the only way a life can reap a harvest.
  • weekends are for framing

    On Saturday, August 27 th, 2011
    May all your wanderings, kindest friends, take the moments of this weekend, this window of time hanging at the end of a summer, and frame it as His art, moment upon moment – all masterpiece. :: :::: All is grace because of Christ alone, :: :: Beauty for the Weekend : Take a deep breath… go
  • The Real Weather Forecast for the Weekend

    On Friday, August 26 th, 2011
    He says he can feel it, the way fall’s beginning to blow in, the sky all undecided. She stands at the sink, elbow deep in suds and steel pots, while he tells her about weather. Tells her about patterns and forecasts and radars and frontal systems. The Farmer follows the sky the way some men
  • when God’s calling you

    On Thursday, August 25 th, 2011
    When Malakai’s afraid, he chews on his bottom lip like his grandmother. And there’s no getting around it: He looks like a caged coon up there in the pew before the piano — biting at his lip, hands fidgeting. He looks like he’s already flung ahead in his mind to the part of this piano
  • Free Christian Women’s Conference: Will you join us?

    On Thursday, August 25 th, 2011
    Wouldn’t it be wild grace to gather together? Us — all of us? You and I and the great friend down the street and that dear mentor from your fellowship and an old high school friend? And you wouldn’t have to get on a plane or leave family, that it would be as freely beautiful
  • when you’re broken

    On Wednesday, August 24 th, 2011
    Christ comes to us in the only way any of us can recognize — with a body right broken. Who of us isn’t busted? On a Sunday, the pastor breaks the loaves, three of them, are broken right down the center. Lays them white faced on silver platters, then takes them in hand and turns
  • So all is grace?

    On Tuesday, August 23 rd, 2011
    So Shaun Groves drove up the gravel lane here last night. We heaped mashed potatoes and roasted herbed ham and fresh sweet corn from the garden onto his plate. The Farmer made him ice cream. And the boys wore him down with jokes and dares to slip down their little backyard zipline and after we
  • how to build your house to stand

    On Monday, August 22 nd, 2011
    God doesn’t need us to praise Him but He needs us to praise. What else keeps us from bitterness? Down by the water’s edge, the boys build a sand castle.   Caleb wields his shovel like a man with a back built for trenches, for getting to the bottom of things. Sand sprays and he piles.
  • weekends are for spreading out a quilt

    On Saturday, August 20 th, 2011
    May all your wanderings this weekend, kindest friends, smooth out the little rough patches found here and there into one spread of simple celebration of here and now. :: :::: All is grace because of Christ alone, :: :: Find a quiet spot — even in your heart — like this, this  weekend Take a
  • Organizing Head & Heart to Homeschool

    On Friday, August 19 th, 2011
    so we begin again! ‘Education is an atmosphere.” I once wrote Charlotte Mason’s words on a chalkboard, just so I’d remember. I wanted to live in the air of that thought. Education is the atmosphere we breathe, the envelope of wonder that surrounds us, held by the gravity of our daily habits. I am scared
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