For some reason, homemade food seems to taste better on cold winter days. Hot soup, a pot roast, fresh-baked cookies, all of these warm the heart and the tummy. They are ways to say, “I love you” without actually saying a word. Following is an excerpt from the Etta Bend Book of Devotions: “The lines […]
Feb 1, 2014
February Prayer
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A brand new month. It’s true that February is a short month but it is packed full of special days. Birthdays of Presidents and family members, anniversaries, Valentine’s Day and, of course, Groundhog Day, which is tomorrow. I’m not a big fan of groundhogs but I’ll tell you more about that tomorrow. It’s kind of […]
Jan 23, 2014
Song of the Lark
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Inspiration–writers get it, need it, thrive on it, and sometimes it is as elusive as a passing thought. Not only writers–we all are inspired by others, by deeds, by heroism, or…by pictures! On my desk is a very small replica of a very famous painting, “Song of the Lark” by Breton. I don’t know much […]
Jan 13, 2014
A Trail to Follow
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This morning’s darkness is no match for the car’s headlights going down the street. My neighbor’s solar lights, as well as my own, push back the night to define boundaries of sidewalk and garden. Well-marked paths, these; you can’t miss them. I suppose many things must be taken into account when planners are mapping out […]
Jan 12, 2014
Etta Bend Devotional
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Etta Bend Daily Devotional January 12–“What time I am afraid, I will trust in thee” (Psalm 56:3). Nighttime at Etta Bend in the early 1900s was dark indeed. If the moon didn’t happen to be shining, the only brightness was the light of coal oil lamps glowing in the farmhouse windows. Sometimes trouble is like […]
Jan 4, 2014
Hope
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Aren’t you glad for hope? When problems plague us, we can always hope that they will be resolved. When we aren’t feeling well, we hope that soon we will feel better. When finances get tight, we hope that our ship will come in and, in fact, we see the sails rising just above the horizon. […]
