“Perfect” Summer: Power in Weakness

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Aaah, summer. “Then followed that beautiful season… Summer… Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood…” - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow I wish I could say my summer has been picture perfect like that. But this summer, stressors hit right along with the waves of heat —... Read More

Wrapping Up the Summer with Hope

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I’m back — limping out of summer silence to touch base again with the blogisphere! I miss this place when I’m away. It keeps me focused on the right things. Soon I’ll post a recap of the past several weeks. When I don’t have time to post here, sometimes I’m still posting photos and quotes on my Letters from the Loft facebook page. (If you don’t... Read More

Runs Like a Deer

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I love the Fourth of July!! It’s my favorite gathering of family and friends all year, next to Christmas. But first thing this morning, I got to see the best fireworks display I’ll see all day: I love sunrises. I should see them more often. I’m back to running (truly running, not just walking). I dragged myself out of bed this morning and headed out the door,... Read More

Coincidental Snails

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Some days feel like God is pushing me along… I’ve been training for a 5K and had hoped to participate in my first one within a few weeks. The training started better than expected! But when school let out, things slowed… to a stop. Last week, my husband booted me out the door (as tenderly as possible, of course) to go run! Having a mind of my own, and feeling groggy... Read More

A Dad Can Change a Legacy

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I rediscovered this snapshot of my parents last week. I don’t know if I love it more because of my mom’s big smile or because my dad made her feel like smiling like that. Music was playing, which meant my dad had to snatch up a dance partner. Be prepared to twirl across the farmhouse floor, even if you can’t dance! I like this picture, too: my dad playing guitar... Read More

My Own Personal Lorica: Verses for Meditation

Around St. Patrick’s Day, I discovered Loricas — prayers chanted for protection. Literally, “lorica” means “armor” or “breastplate.” St. Patrick had enemies — druid priests — who probably placed curses on him and wanted to kill or enslave him. Hence, the need for protection! (If you missed it, here was my St. Patrick’s... Read More

Blood, Guts, Gore, and Brownies: Processing Grass-Fed Chickens

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My husband and I were up until 3am last Wednesday night, processing 32 massively oversized grass-fed chickens. Unfortunately, the chicks don’t hatch out of their shells, neatly plastic-wrapped in packages of white meat for me. This spring, our family has been redefining backyard chicken-keeping, by putting them in the front yard. I think it is the only relatively flat piece... Read More

The Plan: Just Be

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Sitting in the passenger’s seat of a racy red car, I glanced over at my driver. She looked exactly like me. We were flying down a dirt road in the middle of nowhere, top rolled back, wind whipping through our identical hair. Without warning, directly in the near path, a huge chasm opened its hungry mouth. My twin driver stepped hard on the brakes, the way I do when I’ve... Read More

Fluffy, et al. Settle into Farm Life

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I’ve posted before about my struggle to settle into farm life… …which must seem idyllic to some people, considering the number of families in our church who are moving to little acreages in the country recently. It’s just a lot of work, especially for a family with four very young children and a dad who works the equivalent of two other jobs. And it’s... Read More

Poem: To The God Who Can Feel

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I am so grateful for the spiritual “watchdogs” in our church. When I returned, after years of being out of church, they helped reground me in biblical beliefs, dispelling quite a bit of painful misunderstanding. But sometimes — in a dash back to my science writing days — I wish I could adjust their “sensitivity and specificity” a little! It is... Read More