
A new day is dawning. My new website is up! You may have arrived here by entering the address for my blog site: Writing for the Glory of God. You’ve been redirected. I’m still writing for God’s glory. That will never …
Continue Reading →A new day is dawning. My new website is up! You may have arrived here by entering the address for my blog site: Writing for the Glory of God. You’ve been redirected. I’m still writing for God’s glory. That will never …
Continue Reading →Time for a transplant. Change is part of life. It’s a good thing the Savior’s hands are strong yet gentle. My blog will be down for the next few days as I migrate, so my usual Friday post won’t be …
Continue Reading →“We know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose” (Romans 8:28 ESV). A perfect day. We had one. Perfect days are rare on this fallen earth, …
Continue Reading →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. …
Continue Reading →I have the brakes on, and they’re not working. This vehicle won’t slow. Time marches on. The sands flow through the hourglass and can’t be stopped. My days as a homeschooling mother of six are waning. The baby is ready …
Continue Reading →We humans long for blissful days—unchanging, joyful, stretching out year after year. This is the yearning of our hearts. We believe that happy days on this earth will satisfy us. We don’t like change; we want all to remain lovely …
Continue Reading →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 …
Continue Reading →An hour before dawn, I wake in the dark. Terror and crankiness, my usual first emotions, rip at my soul. Already, before my eyes are even open, darkness is upon me. From my limited perspective, trapped in this jar of …
Continue Reading →A new stage of life looms; an era is ending—I am being forced into retirement. My last semester of homeschooling has just commenced. In 1984 I began this task. Twenty-eight years is a really long time to stay at home …
Continue Reading →On top of the continental divide in the high desert, it requires extraordinary effort to grow a garden. In the arid climate, water must be delivered in subterranean ways. Every plant is mulched heavily—sometimes over black plastic around each plant. …
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