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I must go pick raspberries. The patch appears more bee than berry, and I’m deathly allergic. I have my epi-pen ready. I wade into the

The first words out of a little boy’s mouth this morning on the walk to school are, “Remember not to touch my back; I’m laying

This morning, we leave for our first day of Walk-to-School. It’s our 5th year of walking that mile together, but I’m worried I’ll be mostly

I’m back on campus to teach two writing classes, and I pass by professors helping freshman find campus buildings. We’re all in this together. I

You need protection when you harvest raspberries. Those little bitty thorns can pierce your tender fingertips and scratch your legs to pieces. It’s a slow

This morning, I think about refuge. Psalm 2 promises that “blessed are all those who take refuge in God.” Sometimes the psalmist refers to this

Sometimes you just have to take your shoes off and get in a creek. I mean it; something happens to you when you’re in a

I harvest the beautiful cherry tomatoes today. I’m disappointed by how many have split open. All but a few are ruined. I learn that split

We finish our summer devotions this morning, and I ask the girls which one was their favorite. Which one meant the most to them? My