This little blog, still pretty insignificant in the grand scheme of things, is growing. That’s the good news (I think).

The bad news is that spam bots have found us!

In the last twelve hours, I deleted about 80 comments left by computers. Annoying.

Sorry for the starred-out curse word near the bottom. Computers can be rude and mean.

To counter-attack, I’ve installed a plugin called GASP. It shouldn’t change anything from a reader’s perspective, except that now there’s a check box in the comment form, asking for confirmation that you are human. (If you don’t feel human some days, please check the box anyway, or your comment won’t go through.)

It would be a huge favor to me if you’d let me know if the comment form doesn’t work anymore. Just send me an email at debbie@lettersfromtheloft.com. (Or use my personal email address or facebook account.) Thanks so much.




We have several people per day who find this site through Google or Yahoo searches. They find us through searches like:




– “where to buy cake pop popsicle sticks”

– “proverbs 31 sex” (thanks for that, Mom!!! People also search for the “meaning of” many other verses Mom posts.)

– “can i use peat as a mulch in my garden”

– “bible memory verses on noah’s ark” (or on the Good Samaritan, or on Father’s Day… you name it)

– “bucket lists while on vacation”

– “homeschool preschool schedule”

…and many others.




It’s interesting. It also makes me think pretty hard about what we’re doing here. Am I writing things that would be encouraging to people who stop by? Would they find any Light in my cake pop post?

I ponder whether I should write more about my faith…

Do I?

Don’t I?

Would I leave everyone feeling as discombobulated as I feel?

To me, making fresh-squeezed lemonade is a way to express joy and thankfulness for precious time with people I love. My faith is about love. You know the key verse: Love the Lord your God… Love your neighbor…

Still, I am trying to decide whether I need to be more direct.

In my own brokenness, amid the overwhelming task of keeping my kids from pulling each other’s hair out or building up early resentments or breaking their legs, from somewhere behind the mountain of diapers… I would like to do more to ease the burdens of sorrow, lovelessness, and unhealthfulness that we all carry.

I’m very hesitant… but sometime in the next month or two, I might be dipping the ends of my toenails in. This won’t be me baring the depths of my soul to the blogisphere by any means. (People can be mean, too.)

It might be just a little more Light, in the most honest (but still sensible) way I can share it.

Thanks ever so much for reading. It would be hard to describe how the regular writing, sharing this with my family, has helped and challenged me. Hopefully others have received a wee bit of encouragement from it, too, if only a smile on a rough day and the knowledge that you’d be loved if you spilled your lemonade at my house.