It was one of those muggy, hot evenings last month—the kind of evening so common this summer, with a thundershower often interrupting but not bringing any relief to the sticky heat. We were gathered at my nep…
It was one of those muggy, hot evenings last month—the kind of evening so common this summer, with a thundershower often interrupting but not bringing any relief to the sticky heat. We were gathered at my nep…
Homeschooling was a given for us. My husband and I never sat down and had a conversation about it. We never methodically weighed the pros and cons. It just made the most sense to us, intuitively. So we went for it,…
Another year gone. They go so fast. I was in my teens when my mother said to me that the older one gets, the faster time seems to go. As a youth, I thought that was nonsense. I think that was yesterday when she sai…
(“The clouds you so much dread are big with mercy”—William Cowper, from “God Works in a Mysterious Way,” 1774. Cowper struggled with fear and depression his entire life but wrote…
This month Living Letters concludes our part of telling Ro's story as told by her mom, Jayme. Jayme continues to blog…
Three ordinary Christian women, living their lives in usual ways. Married with children. Two of them with teen-aged children, one with grown married children and ten grandchildren. Seemingly out of nowhere each w…