Dad harvested his first three bushels from the apple orchard. Down below the shed in our sloped field, apples still ripen on the three-year-old trees, slim and smooth sided and hung heavy with fruit. Dad planted those trees during the time when he first seriously considered selling the milk cows. By the time the two-year-old […]
In a bare, block-walled room I see them: young mothers. Their faces hang in that state of half-life between breath and desire, hungry. “Do you have any children?” I ask them. “How many?” “How old are they?” “What are their names so I can pray for them?” We are not allowed to ask what they
In the black of before-six this morning, I woke riveted by a thought. I grew up in a culture of gratitude. At home, at church, I always heard, “Thank you.” Thank you for what You’ve given us. Thank you for the abundance of clothes and food we have which so many people don’t. Thank you
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When I was a little girl, nighttime shadows were large around me, and I imagined spirits and demons against the wall. Bible passages and revival meeting preachers had painted vivid pictures in my mind of the horrors of hell, and I was afraid of dying and going there. I did not know how to be a
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It’s Thanksgiving, and I am home for a short but rich holiday with family, lots of food, and good friends. God has blessed me abundantly, and at times like this, it comes naturally to say thank you. I’ve never known real want, though, so it is easy for me to take all this richness for granted.
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