I was only ten when I learned to turn up my nose to people who weren’t “like me.”
Actually, I had learned it a few years before and was simply starting to put my training to good use…
Ashleigh Baker
Ashleigh was an active part of YLCF from 2006 through 2011. She continues to seek poetry in prose on her blog, where she shares her heart and her home.
Christmas came early in Colorado this year…
slow mornings and oatmeal around the table. candles flickering and Christmas music playing. evenings with sound, light and life filling every room. full mornings, just us, he and I, sitting in the coffee shop, fingers entwined and heart-conversation that lasted for hours. all of us, tramping through snow and cutting down an evergreen to decorate…
The Fettered
Trudging, weighed down, through deep, clinging mire.
Aching legs, sore feet.
Shoulders bent with the heavy load.
Bondage, to a lifestyle thought wanted,
Thought beautiful,
Turned ugly.
Stopped, by one without a load.
You don’t need to carry this. Drop it.
The Rules
I believed for years that God loved me more than He loved other people.
Of course I didn’t say so.
But I thought He cared about me more because…
The Forest for the Trees
Tomorrow morning, I whisper to myself, Tomorrow morning I’m going to get up as soon as the alarm goes off. I’m going to have time. Time to soak in scripture, time to pick up my pen and scribble words on paper, time to figure it all out. And then I sink into my pillow, tired…
A Reason for Writing, Part Two
first published on ylcf.org, July 23, 2007 read original comments here (click here for Part One) A few days later, with great embarrassment, I told my mom that I’d started writing entries for these online friends to read. She told me it was called blogging. I told her no, it couldn’t be blogging. Blogs were…
A Reason for Writing, Part One
first published on ylcf.org, July 21, 2008 read original comments here When I was in second or third grade, my parents chose a penmanship curriculum called A Reason for Writing. It was supposed to be a great curriculum, combining the learning of good penmanship with a bit of fun and creativity. At the end of…
Be Still
first published on ylcf.org, July 7, 2008 read original comments here It had been “one of those” mornings. It was the middle of December–Christmastime. Things were crazy. Everything from the past two months seemed to have hit me that day–my newborn, my husband’s surgery, a trip to Colorado, Christmas preparations, and a deployment date looming…
Heart Training
When we focus on our children’s outside behavior and neglect what is on the inside, we will cause our children to become manipulators. They will learn to please us by jumping through the hoop (by acting the way we tell them to act out of a fear of punishment) but they will not learn the…
The Lost Art of the Mother’s Helper
We’re in the middle of a big move. My little family is pulling up our roots (my roots anyway) in California, loading up a moving van and driving a bit north and a bit east, eventually landing in a tiny Rocky Mountain town (my husband’s roots). You may remember that my husband is a Marine–a…
