Rhonda’s Blog

That was the status that went up on Facebook on Tuesday last.  Fifteen phriends ‘liked’ it.  One alert Iowa girl, herself a mother of boys, pointed out that there were

This little song is my fail safe.  My safety chute.  It’s my Plan B and the trick I use when the natives really are getting restless. We learned it when

Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.  They’re always jumping, ever grazing, and seldom sleeping. Yup, it’s summertime and the kids are home.  Somewhere, tired teachers are on their

He sat just down in front, our senior and second, a.k.a. Kid Kaboom.  Sedate, standing tall, he’d taken his place on the ramp, awaiting his name, his time, his turn.

“The patriot’s blood is the seed of Freedom’s tree.” – Thomas Campbell On this sunny morning, we list it out.  “Paint the chicken coop,” he says, determined. “Clean the bathroom.  Finish

We were talking, my friend and I, about the hard, hard work of intercession.  How it’s right tough work one does for months and months.  That, in the carrying of

On the slab, there’s a basketball hoop, the first thing that hints at the residents of the place.  This is overshadowed by a large, spreading maple from which hangs two