Remember the old woman who lived in a shoe? I'm a lot like her, with a husband and varying numbers of children in our 100-year-old farmhouse. This blog is about our lives.
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Sunday, March 11, 2007
March Column
Today's Letter from Harrisburg has to do with pruning the grapevines and having my niece here for a week.
Oh Dorcas, how I love your last line! The hope that Spring will eventually come... no wait... the knowledge I should say, is such a perfect thing to be reminded of right now. It sounds like it was a very wise decision to "escape" to your house at a time of needed rest and reflection and love around a big familie's table. Love it.
I included a link to your column on my blog today.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dorcas, for another dose of honesty and wisdom!
Thank you for this beautiful post. I am challenged to accept with joy the pruning God does in my life.
ReplyDeletedWhy do you feel compelled to bring tears to my eyes? The column blesses me again.
ReplyDeleteOh Dorcas, how I love your last line! The hope that Spring will eventually come... no wait... the knowledge I should say, is such a perfect thing to be reminded of right now. It sounds like it was a very wise decision to "escape" to your house at a time of needed rest and reflection and love around a big familie's table. Love it.
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