The big barn as the sun is setting.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick- tock. I’m listening to Grandpa’s 150 year old mantel clock. (This post was written on Tuesday, September 17.) Leaning back in an old, floral, upholstered chair with my laptop, I view Grandpa’s big, green roofed barn out the window of the old, farmhouse window. Continue reading
It’s 5:00 A.M. and still thoroughly dark outside. I’m up and packed, ready to begin a month long adventure. Before we leave for the airport in four hours, I wanted to write a post to you all. I have an update on the DeFord family, which I’ll save for next time when I have more time to develop some thoughts. Continue to pray for God’s grace on them and all the Hotshot families, and pray that Dustin’s life story will continue to speak gospel-grace.
Today is Labor Day. Paul is driving me to Sky Harbor Airport south of Phoenix, a 1 1/2 hour drive from Prescott Valley. I’m leaving our green valley (yes, the monsoon rains have transformed our landscape), and I’m flying to Denver to meet a close friend. Tomorrow, we take off from her Victorian home in her Honda Pilot to travel east to Chicago and on to Ohio. Continue reading
Journey North Character 