It’s Spring again- the time of new beginnings, of starting, of growing, of changing. The winter has been long and dark, and the sunshine feels glorious and warm. I can’t get enough of it. There are birds singing, and the yaks in the pasture on the other side of the barn that sits near our…
Archive | April, 2009
It is finished
It was now about the sixth hour, and darkness came over the whole land until the ninth hour, for the sun stopped shining. And the curtain of the Temple was torn in two. Jesus called out with a loud voice, “Father, into Your hands I commit my spirit.” When He had said this, He breathed…
Hanging Out the Washing (part two)
by Ruth Wiechmann (continued from part one) What about the washing? Before dirty clothes are ready to hang on the line, they have to be washed first. In my world, clothes come in dirty. Two little boys can get dirty without trying, especially while reveling in the glorious mud of spring. My husband’s clothes meet…
Finding Life
by Skye Wensing While in Oregon visiting family recently, we stopped in to say hi to old friends. Naturally, our conversation centered around the kids. After going on about Emma and Jack for a bit, my friend looked at me and very sincerely asked, “Well, I see you’re doing well and enjoying life as a mom, but… what are…
Can you see us?
We’re here at the all-new ylcf.org. Can you see us? We can see you! I’m loving the option of creating a “Child Theme” in WordPress, instead of editing all the other theme files. I’m grateful for forums where others have supplied coded solutions that I can cut and paste, so I can get by without any PHP…
Unveiling…
Gretchen, Natalie, & Ashleigh – Posin’ for a YLCF Team Self-Portrait We’ve been making tweaks to it ever since we switched over to the new version of Blogger last March and got a new look at ylcf.org. We’ve talked about a makeover and beautifying our site all that. Little did we know all that would end…
Hanging Out the Washing (part one)
by Ruth Wiechmann Ah, springtime… Geese flying, calling across the morning sky; brighter sunshine; longer days; balmy winds; mud underfoot; little rivers running down, down, down, carrying winter away with them. Two days ago, I was walking across the pasture bareheaded, my two small boys tagging along and my baby on my back, watching the…
