It’s a crisp fall morning. It’s been a warm fall, but the temps dropped into the 40’s last night and this morning it was cool enough for me to wear a nice, thick flannel shirt -jacket that I have been looking forward to wearing on the first cool, autumn morning. This morning I put on […]
Bittersweet Farm Journal (Number 62) In My Cozy Corner of the Room
I do much of my writing on the second floor at a wooden desk flooded with soft light up in the corner of our little house. I have a window beside me where I can keep track of the night and day, the changing weather, and the coming and going of the seasons. According to […]
Bittersweet Farm Journal (Number 61) Falling Out of the Pollyanna Tree
The world we live in is beautiful because it is created and sustained by God. It is broken because it is cursed by God because of sin. Even though we like to say the every day is a beautiful day out on Bittersweet Farm, some days are more beautiful than others, because even on our […]
Bittersweet Farm Journal (Number 60)
Out on Bittersweet When Lucy Maud Montgomery put the words; “I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers…” in the mouth of her character Anne, I wonder if she laid down her pen, sat back, and smiled for a while. I would have. It’s a wonderful line. When October comes I’m […]
Bittersweet Farm Journal (Number 58) Summer’s End
Summer ends Saturday night. Sunday morning will be the dawn of our first fall day by the way I measure seasons. Winter months are December, January, and February. Spring months are March, April, and May, Summer months are June, July, and August. That leaves September, October, and November for Autumn. That is the Bittersweet way […]
Bittersweet Farm Journal (Number 57) Nashville Again!
Nashville Again! Thanks to the kindness of the people I serve at Bethel Church in Jackson, Michigan I am in Nashville with one of my ministry associates, Patrick Kelly. Pat has been the Pastor of Worship Arts and lots of other things at Bethel Church almost seven years now and he is delightful company. We […]