Have you ever found yourself living in the feet of Cinderella’s stepsisters? You know their story. Big feet. Tiny glass slipper. Desperate to make the shoe fit but knowing deep down it never will. …
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Well, it has begun. The construction of the new elementary school—the one I thought that could cast a huge shadow on my husband, Jerry’s, and my hopes—is now rumbling forward in full tilt. Daily…
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We have chickens. Or should I say, chicken. We have one remaining, lone ranger survivor, Phyllis. No longer laying eggs—at least, none that we know of—Phyllis, has become the lady of the manor, tugging…
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Looking down our gravel driveway at the open fields and trees that frame what I call my Montana sky, without fail, always takes my breath away. No matter the season, whether it’s the cold…
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A phenomenon I’ve never witnessed before is currently happening on the quarter of a mile gravel road that leads to our driveway. The first time I spotted it, I only saw movement out of…
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Yesterday was such a strange day. Arriving back home exhausted from the activities of three young grandchildren and yet refreshed with fun times and memories of our multi-family vacation, Monday was a day of…
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We live in a messaging world. Whether it’s on Facebook, iMessaging, texting, or emails, I would guess that most of us communicate far more often with the written word than ever with a phone…
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A week ago Monday, severe thunderstorms, wind, hail, and a moderate possibility for tornadoes were predicted for our area. Schools closed early and even storm shelters were opened in preparation for what could lie…
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I had to laugh out loud the other morning while reading Scripture from my daily devotional. The disciples had just witnessed Jesus turning seven loaves of bread and a few small fishes into enough…
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We do worry. To say, “whether or not we want to,” is never a true statement because if the option was given, none of us would, with determined gusto, declare, “I choose to worry…