The countdown is on ~ only two more days until Goat Watch 2013 officially begins. Two older does are due next week, with their first po...

  And the Lord said to Job:  “Shall a faultfinder contend with the Almighty? He who argues with God, let him answer it.” Job 40:1...

For quite some time I've noticed under other blogger posts the words, "You might also like" followed by photos and links to o...

  Water balloons in the freezer. Tea parties in upstairs bedrooms. Chickens in the basement. Oodles of stories stored in a laptop...

Six below is the predicted high for the day here in Wisconsin. Which means that, at least twice a day, we get to bundle up and brave the e...

A while back I was asked by a blog friend about my thoughts on self publishing, so thought I'd post my response for others who may be cu...

Blogger is being a bugger. For some reason they won't let me upload any new pictures today, so I had to dig through the archives and ...

An hour and a half in bed, refusing to be real. Too lazy to get my bum down on my knees to bow before my Creator, and instead settling for ...

Words have returned, what a refreshing welcome to lay down the consuming thoughts that insist on swirling in my brain, to give them a pla...

After Trent's accident, we chose for him to become an organ donor. Recovering what they could, the doctors would attempt to use the oppo...

Therefore I endure everything for the sake of the elect, that they too may obtain the salvation that is in Christ Jesus, with eternal g...

'Twas the week before Christmas and all through the house there was no sign of a Christmas tree or blinking lights o...

(Photo courtesy of Pretty HandyGirl.com)    Christmas is fast approaching. Over the years we have battled to not turn our kids into ...

   We are in the midst of a sizable Wisconsin snowstorm. The weather man is predicting 6-8 inches of snow within a twenty-four hour peri...

I literally looked up today, out of the smothering of grief, and said out loud, "Lord, you're doing a good job." Defeat has r...

Five years later, and finally I hear the words I've longed for, "I just felt like giving you a hug." Followed by the sweetes...

 The weeks after Thanksgiving seems to trigger a craftiness in our household. Maybe it's the cold and snow that force us to become ho...

For nearly half of my life my heart has been given to mothering. I can still remember the awe and the fear of holding that first newborn ba...

The house is quiet. Too quiet for 8:32 on a Monday morning when there should be bustling kids getting their day started with Bible reading...

Normally all of our critters are contained in the great outdoors in some kind of shed or fence that is intended to keep them away from th...