It’s a father’s love, not more laws, that will heal our land

February 20, 2018 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

There’s a message that’s burning in my heart today. For weeks and months now, it’s been growing inside me. Like a flaming-hot coal, its warmth has permeated my entire being, and today I know that I must share it. It’s brought me healing, and life. As I write you this morning from The Three, my […]

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When God sends a Valentine

February 15, 2018 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

It’s Valentine’s Day. I’ve just dropped off 27 hand-rolled, heart-shaped cookies (made with real butter ’cause we don’t mess around), frosted and topped with sprinkles. Behind me, a batch-of-hot-worms, roiling, lively fifth-grade class is celebrating the occasion. Rows of molars are attacking those cookies, and I’m walking down the hall when He speaks. “There goes My […]

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How to love your husband (hint–accept the skin you’re in and just believe him)

February 13, 2018 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

I feel prompted to teach on a topic today that has been all kinds of difficult for me. I grew up, see, in a culture where certain things were not talked about. Were shrouded in secrecy and, yes, shame. Then I married a man who not only didn’t beat around the bush, but he’d push […]

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When the grass is greener on Facebook (or anywhere else)

February 5, 2018 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

Today outside my window, snow blankets *The Three. From my cozy, old farmhouse, I’m sharing again this quick, cautionary word. Someone, I know, is needin’ this message. It applies to every area of life, not just marriage. Since I crave authenticity and I despise fake perfection, I can freely tell you that I have fallen […]

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America’s small, caffeinated mom explains football

February 2, 2018 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

I didn’t understand it then. I don’t understand it now, but if it means we can get together and eat pizza and nachos, then hey. I’m your girl. Now we know. After days of speculation, the results are in. The New Orleans Saints decisively munched the Colts’ lunch and handed back their little brown bag, empty. […]

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When words have been stolen, “breathe on me”

January 27, 2018 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

This week, a young woman from my home church on the prairie suffered a massive stroke. In a small community, everyone knows everyone else, and the ties stretch far across state lines. Up here where the Irish play ball, she has a sibling, cousins, uncles, aunts and nieces, one of whom graduated with my own […]

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The Curly Head writes an essay, goes to school

January 25, 2018 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

The other day, I took a phone call from The Cub’s teacher. She was teaching persuasive writing and after scouring the internet for examples, she’d come up empty. Could I help, she wondered? And could I talk to the children about writing? Sure, I said. So I did. After some deliberation, I picked my topic, […]

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For a higher FSI, up your CSI (a little bit of help from The Curly One)

January 11, 2018 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

“I’m a straight-haired girl trapped in a curlyhead’s body.” That’s what I said to The Mister the other day. Blast if that guy can’t put a roll-of-the-eyes note in a world-class humph. After showing me the whites of his eyes for a solid count of 10, he snapped back, “You’re a curlyheaded girl trapped in […]

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Why I have no competition (and you don’t have to, either)

January 10, 2018 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

“You are never competing.” That’s what he said just this morning to Curled-Up Girl on the couch in her jammies. And with that, he pointed *Big Red toward the office, and he was gone. “He” is my handsome, bald-headed husband. The Curled-Up Girl? That’s me. Thirty years into this marriage adventure, I am amazed at where we’re […]

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About loneliness, sowing and holy discontent

January 2, 2018 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

A quick word at the new year’s beginning for someone who’s readin’ this and feels lonely… One day when I was out runnin’ my three, I was thinkin’ on some folks close to me that’ve been just hammered with loneliness. “Why,” I remember sayin’ to Papa that day, “if you’ve given humans these needs, then […]

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