Rhonda’s Blog

The stockings were hung by the bookcase with care, and by the light of the tree, there it came… The world’s best coffee steaming in my favorite mug, I’m curled up

Once upon a time on a rainy Easter Sunday, a family of five walked through its doors. They were country folks, that family of five, raised in small churches, and Plain

“Every good and perfect gift…” I’ve been beggin’ the guys here for lists. If you-all are like me, you really want to pick something they’ll just love, and their joy

It’s Black Friday. The Schrocks et. al. have made the annual trek to their favorite ice cream stand in all of the world, for in this season they’re sellin’ fresh

This quick word on a busy Friday morning is for the parent (or spouse) of a prodigal. For years, as we walked through our own, private, desolate Kalahari time, nearly

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