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Everything is a grace, everything is the direct effect of our father’s love — difficulties, contradictions, humiliations, all the soul’s miseries, her burdens, her needs — everything, because through them, she learns humility, realizes her
the earth’s poem
It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart. ― Rainer Maria Rilke Spring has arrived here, wrapping us with her warm, delicious breath, signaling new birth, disrupting our routines.
Light, the visible reminder
In these almost seven years of living in our home, I have learned to trace the light within it through seasons and hours. I plan my day around this light, now knowing which corners and
F O U R!
The other night at dinner, you sat by my side — not necessarily a coveted position these days because you tend to use your neighbor more for a napkin than a conversation partner — but
eight.
Burke, this evening at 10:36 you turned eight. Even now, as I listen to your unrestrained laughter with friends in the other room, I can scarcely believe it. Eight years. Just. Like. That. Most mornings,
three minutes with Blythe
Here’s three minutes with our giggly six-year-old: unscripted, unrehearsed, limited editing. Enjoy!
a nostalgic longing
Many of us who aren’t farmers or gardeners still have some element of farm nostalgia in our family past, real or imagined: a secret longing for some connection to a life where a rooster crows
you are my sunshine
Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. -Kurt Vonnegut It’s mid-February and already our trees are birthing
learning at home with older toddlers
For a while now I’ve had other moms ask, “how do you do it? I want to homeschool, but I don’t know where to begin! Help.” In great effort to do just that, over the
Cloistered Away
encourages and supports women in building beautiful, fruitful homes and lives, written by Bethany Douglass.
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