I felt washed out this week, even though the air has been prancing and snorting and throwing down rain, full of joy. The storm started with dense fog that softened…
“He will never come to his house again; his place will know him no more,” (Job 7:10 NIV) Bruce said when I remarked at how sad auctions are. “I remember…
“Then the trees of the forest will sing, they will sing for joy before the LORD, for he comes to judge the earth.” I read this as part of my…
As I sit down to write, I don’t have much to say. I’ve retired from teaching college students because I didn’t have much to say to them either. It’s not…
May 7 or 8, 2015. Morgen itches–her neck, her rump, her spine, her udder. I’ve seen her poke her head through a fence in the middle of the paddock, when…
Sometimes I wish times were simpler, where we could leave our doors unlocked, unafraid someone would break in and rob us. But times are not that simple, and maybe never…
The End of July We were watching junk TV, a guilty pleasure I look forward to every Monday night. During a commercial break I walked out to check on the horses…
My perceptions are tinctured with fear, so let me tell you a story about a horse that scared me. Morgen arrived between snowstorms that were so bad I didn’t…
Jesus said that if God’s eye is on the sparrow, won’t He care even more about each and every one of us? He says we shouldn’t have to worry when…
“I was carrying Number Seven to the chicken shed when Bruce said, ‘You might want to let her stay in the barn. They’ll kill her if you put her with…