Rhonda’s Blog

Today, I feel the nudge, and so I’m casting myself on His mercy and grace for the doing, that His body may be exhorted and taught. I’m going to just

It came to me, as many things do, in clear morning’s sun on the road. What a delight, after a lifetime of labor ‘neath a stern, forbidding, relentless taskmaster (for

It’s a warm, fall night. Mr. Schrock and I are out on the town with two of our boys, and my heart, it revels in their closeness. Ah, this life…

There he sat with those blue, blue eyes. From the day he came to us, everyone had said it. “He looks just like his dad.” Now, nearly 27 years later,

The day lies before me, cool, young. Dew-kissed grass twinkles, diamond like, in morning’s sun. In the sky just over the fence, blue shades into lavender shades into peach, and

Today, I’m going to speak as plainly and as carefully as I know how. As I write, my heart is attuned to the voice of the Spirit, and I’ve asked

In my kitchen, a pack of stew meat rests atop the stove, plucked from the bulging freezer. Ah, Mister’s provided so well, and I’m grateful. Soon, I shall gather up the

It was a year ago. Even now, I can see it. On that very spot, two schools had come together to run the Panther home course. Including the dreaded *Suicide Hill.

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBlogger “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me. I lift

“I’m worried,” he says, “about making mistakes.” At school. I drop to my knees beside his bed. “My teacher talks kinda loud, so when I mess up, I get embarrassed.”