Apparently, I taught my brother to read while playing school. He was three. I was five. I don’t remember it, but that’s how story goes.
But I didn’t want to be a teacher. I liked helping Mom correct my siblings’ math. And I enjoyed teaching Sunday School. But I was going to be a nurse.
For as long as I can remember, I have found nothing soothes the heart and relaxes the mind like slipping away into a quiet place, surrounded by nature. There I can listen, and let the cares that burden the heart slip away with the wind. It is my hiding place, where I feel close to…
I’ve been playing the piano since I was six. Like any other ordinary student, I would forget to practice all week until the night before lesson day. But after my eleventh birthday, my perspective changed with my grandparents’ generous gift of harp lessons.
I’ve walked alongside these women. Wept with them. Prayed with them. I daily encounter people who are lost and blind in their pain because they can’t see or accept the light of Who God is and who He made them and called them to be.
It is not for us to measure the success of our lives by the standard of another woman’s life work. We cannot compare our work with theirs for God has made each one of us for a purpose all our own. Even the most humble, obscure and quietly lived life, has beautiful purpose.
When I was in second grade, my mom would never have guessed that I’d grow up to be a writer. I cried more tears over my second grade A Beka Language Arts book than any other schoolbook except Saxon Math. Drawing lines and putting parts of sentences above, below, and beside was supposed to help…
As anyone who knows me can attest, I love old-fashioned things – from old houses, to antique furniture and old books. I’ve always enjoyed visiting “living history” museums, with costumed interpreters going about a typical day from the past. I’ll never forget a family trip to Old World Wisconsin (note: Go if you can! It’s…
I was practicing the spiritual gift of service for years before I realized what it was. But I can tell you from experience that serving out of my own strength just doesn’t work. I over-commit. I run out of energy and enthusiasm. And sometimes I even grow resentful of those I set out to help. I must serve God, not needs. I must let Him assign the tasks.
