Rhonda’s Blog

All my life, I’d heard it. “We should pray.” All my life, they’d preached it. “You should pray.” In church. At Bible School. On the radio and everywhere, Christians would

In the planter outside, there’s been an explosion. Small flowers and greens carefully tucked into their basket at summer’s beginning are now lush, big, delightful at summer’s end. Riotous, extravagant

He’s chosen to join us today. “I think I wanna come with you for third service.” That’s what he said on his way to Sunday School, so Daddy, he’s stopped

The sun’s blazing glory just there by the barn. Rounding the corner, I see rays kissing my spot of sweet solace, the BOS. The Bright Orange Swing. I sit in

It had been a lot of long months. Moses in the desert. David with the sheep, and our son, stuck away in a factory. He’d watched his peers, full of

Morning has come. Rising, I head for the kitchen. With one, quick push of the button, hot, fresh coffee (that nectar of the gods) spurts, steaming, into my favorite mug.

Dear friend, I’m sending you this letter because you’re on My mind. Perhaps it was the colors, all the purples, reds and pinks with the yellows and oranges a-tangle. And

I’m running down our country road. To the left, fields of corn roll, tassel topped and green-vibrant. To the right, acres of beans, wet with dew, are kissed by sun’s

One by one, 18 children in those 5 separate homes stumble down, bleary eyed, to the news: “It’s grandpa. He died in the night.” What a day. At our house,

The last of the nine, he’d slipped into the world on a wintry day long ago. On a quiet, country plot with a garden and shop, the last of the