Author Archives: Sharon
Humility and Reality
~Either is able to function as instructor with regard to the other~ Hands-at-the-side-humility bows before what is, and makes it more likely that the eyes can be lifted to Reality’s wide-as-the-sky horizons. If we dare stand with opened eyes on the edge of life’s ripening wheat field, … Continue reading
Imperfect Love
In January of 2014, Grant and I were well into our walk in the deep woods when I began to realize that the tears I was shedding seemed to be a bit never-ending~~in my opinion. I commented to him one afternoon that … Continue reading
Are We There Yet?
(Originally published in February of 2014) About six weeks before he left us, it occurred to me that Grant and I must sometimes look a bit like those kids tucked into the back seat of the family car heading out to … Continue reading
Hospice Came Today
(First published in January of 2014) Hospice came today. And they came yesterday. Today we met our nurse who will be walking with us. She left with a bag of homemade cookies and a couple of big hugs after 75 minutes … Continue reading
Dance With Us!
(This was originally published in November of 2013) On October 18, 2013, Grant had a routine hernia repair. For several weeks following that in-and-out surgery we were on what sometimes looked like a wild goose chase. I imagine that some days we have … Continue reading
Spurgeon’s Sermon on Isaiah 26:3
Truth is not time sensitive. Charles Spurgeon preached a sermon 130 years ago that is still fully applicable to our concerns and our needs. This is only a short excerpt from it (the whole thing is twelve pages when printed out). A … Continue reading
It’s all good: A Hard Freeze
Among the nuances that govern daily life in cold country during October and November is the distinction between a freeze and a hard freeze. A freeze simply means the temperature was at 32 degrees Fahrenheit for thirty minutes or an hour. … Continue reading
Just Before Christmas – in 1941
Ten days before Christmas in 1941, Dad paid $2 for two tons of coal for the furnace. He also spent 19 cents for food – perhaps a bag of his favorite lemon drops – on his way to the coal mine south … Continue reading
Cowboy Poems and Christmas Dawn
There is fierce language regarding any reproduction – so – http://www.cowboypoetry.com/christmas07one.htm Empty Saddles at Christmas speaks of cowboys off to war. I like the line describing a white Christmas that shows up at dawn.
“The first supermarket supposedly appeared on the American landscape in 1946. That is not very long ago. Until then, where was all the food? Dear folks, the food was in homes, gardens, local fields, and forests. It was near kitchens, … Continue reading
Cows and Plumb Lines
Our older son called me just before Father’s Day last spring to tell me of a gift he wants to give me in appreciation of my efforts to preserve the mailboxes and old barns of my life. He recently bought a new camera with … Continue reading
Dots and Panoramas, Calderas and Fractals
Ninety years ago my Dad and five other farmers went together to buy a seeder, each of them contributing $9 to its purchase. They shared the costs of equipment for seeding in spring and threshing costs in the fall. When summer … Continue reading
What Gets Worked In Gets Worked Out
My grandparents and thousands of others just like them left Denmark in the 1890s, having served and worked, walked and loved. They had learned lessons around kitchen tables, kilns, and fishing boats. Many were fishermen and tradesmen leaving home because … Continue reading
What Does God Remember?
Psalm 103:11-13 ends with this – “He knows our frame. He remembers that we are dust.” How astounding is it that “He remembers.….”! Why on EARTH should He “remember” anything about our predicaments??? That’s a CHOICE on His part. He chooses … Continue reading
It Has Been Measured
When Thomas Jefferson was asked to write the Declaration of Independence in late June 1776, he did so in just a few days. The document we know isn’t terribly long, but the draft he delivered to the Second Continental Congress … Continue reading
Letter to Rosebud: March 28, 1926
Sunday Mar 28 Dear Rosebud, Today I just beat it right home, because I wanted to spend this Sunday afternoon all alone. I guess it is good to be alone and do a little thinking sometimes. Have just had my … Continue reading
Letters to Rosebud – March 24, 1926
March 24—1926 Dear Edith. Well I just wrote a letter to Sidney so you better get yours while I am warmed up. I have been busy in the house all day. Finished painting and got the rug down in the … Continue reading