I got squeezed, and it wasn’t pretty. My feelings were hut and my feathers were ruffled; I was offended and angry. Hateful words of retaliation and blame oozed from my lips. Resentment seeped from every pore, and bitterness slimed the rest of my day. Ugh. When life...
A high school graduation gift from my parents, my Bible was simply engraved “Amy Lynn” because they knew my maiden name would someday change. I quickly dashed their hopes that I would love its words and embrace their Writer. Its leather was uncreased, its...
I’m busy, busy—dreadfully busy. . . Most of us are busy, even the Amish. Personally, I’m grateful to be busy putting loads of store-bought clothes in my front-loading washer instead of hand-washing handmade frocks that hang on the line. But there’s something...
How do the old, old words of the Bible translate in our house, in our neighborhoods, in our communities? In this final podcast, Amy Lively of the Neighborhood Café reads through Luke 18 and applies this passage to our modern lives....
We have new neighbors at our little cottage where we go to rest—for peace and quiet and amazing sunsets that let you drink in the glory of God. When we bought the place, the next door neighbors were friends. Literally. It’s not quite how their last name was spelled,...
