Free, unfettered, skimming the night sky, the moon smiles down on me as it makes its stealthy escape, heading west. Tomorrow I, too, shall set sail, clad in clouds, freed from earth’s bonds, brightly beaming, winging toward oceans unseen. I …
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Near the end of my homeschooling career, the Lord threw wide the door for fiction writing. It was time! Like a dam that had burst, a torrent of words flooded out of me and onto the page. I didn’t know …
Continue Reading →Back in July, I felt August breathing down my neck, urging me to get busy. In years past, August was when all summertime relaxation screeched to a halt for the preparation of home-school lesson plans. And then, school began. The fall …
Continue Reading →Paul wrote of the Olympic competitions: “Every athlete exercises self-control in all things. They do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable” (1 Corinthians 9:25 ESV). Since I am an Olympics junkie, it is with great delight …
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“But for you, O LORD, do I wait; it is you, O Lord my God, who will answer” (Psalm 38:15 ESV). Waiting is difficult. I should be good at waiting. I have experience. I spent fifty-four months—4 ½ years—being pregnant. …
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The Savior called me to run a marathon. He asked me to educate my own children. This isn’t his agenda for everyone; but it was his agenda for our family (see End of an Era). When he called, I was flummoxed. …
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The path is daunting. I’m in a turmoil of emotion as I craft this post. As usual, I’m attempting to juggle too many plates (again). Keeping everything up in the air is particularly challenging this time. Every plate is fraught …
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My husband did everything right in the past forty-eight hours. The man should be given an award of some kind, perhaps on an international level. He’s married to a writer. He has a tough assignment. My hubby had his hands …
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One of the hardest things about writing and seeking publication is rejection. Everyone agrees. You work so hard–your blood, sweat, and tears are given for your work. You float it out there to your critical, carefully-chosen first-readers. They critique. You adjust and …
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“You hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me… This summer my organizational abilities dissipated. I entered my twenty-eighth year of homeschooling this month—the final year. When I began this marathon of blessing and character refinement, …
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