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- For the Kids and the Grandpas
There is a gift my children have only half received. I feel in some ways like we’ve all been gypped, but then, that would be… - That Feeling of Smallness
Thursday night I was getting ready for bed when David came in from several visits. “Penelope!!” he whispered lest he rouse little miss G from… - The One Room School House
and a few other points of Interest from the Alves Home Gone are the days of my coveted slow farmhouse breakfast. I distractedly shovel some… - Sacred Day
We had no desire for a big to-do. No fanfare, party or even a fancy cake. The day was too sacred for all that. Our… - Hi I’m 30, plus Life Update
My desk is a mess. It’s covered in cut out foam letters and stencils and scraps. There’s a stack of books and an even huger… - You Asked: Learning to Love What Must be Done
Is it truly possible to love what must be done? We are mere humans, dust with life, filled with failure and sin. Is there anyone…
Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my Beloved come into His garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
Song of Solomon 4:16
We were all created to be dwellers of Eden’s Garden.
Is it any wonder we find such solace in God´s Creation? But like the Shulamite, we find ourselves this side of the Fall. Harsh winds will blow. Warm breezes come. Our Garden of Spices whisper their aroma up to our Beloved, a blessed communion even Adam never knew for it is a communion born through sorrow, sacrifice and undeserving Love.
