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We Do Grace

I hunched over the chalkboard, pink and blue dust covering my hands, carefully writing. We were browsing a cluttered vintage shop in Lancaster.  Delmar and I both stopped and stared at a plaque against the wall. We both knew those words belong in our house. Their fate (slightly edited) was my chalkboard. I wrote the words this afternoon as [...]

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“Our homes and the sacred art of living in them are a link between heaven and earth…” – ledai Here are pictures of what home looks like as summer makes its happy entrance on Silver Spring Road. The bouquet of flowers from our garden bring beauty and color, adding spice and splash to our rooms. [...]

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Welcome Home

Our house is becoming our home. This evening I gave Delmar a hug and told him how glad I am that we moved. Because a picture is worth a thousand words, here we go: We are thankful for our new home, for the amazing ways God continues to provide for our needs, and for His [...]

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Our Yellow House

We woke up to fluffy snowflakes and a white world in our new house: a little yellow rancher a stone’s throw from Camp Andrews. We moved the last of our belongings on Tuesday. It was a whirlwind of a week: packing, cleaning, settling, hanging up pictures, shopping, organizing. Slowly, our home is emerging from the [...]

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We got married knowing our first year would be unique. Delmar is part of Camp Andrews, a camp for urban children. It’s busy all year with church groups, kids clubs and events. In the summer, he will be busy leading wilderness trips for urban children. We got married, knowing that living on the “mission field” [...]

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Choosing My Life

I watched the twinkling lights of Philadelphia as we circled to land. I smiled out the window. I do love the wild west, but there is something about Pennsylvania that can’t be beat. It really is home, and I really love it. My time in Mexico exploded with blessings, joys and deep lessons learned. I [...]

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A Chance Encounter?

I heard a knock at the door. A twenty-something man stood at our door–baggy Penn State sweater, jeans and long black hair.  He timidly, with a thick accent, asked for directions. I didn’t know how to direct him; neither did mom. We offered for him to come in and use Map Quest on the computer. [...]

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home on a blustery evening

Where is home? Home is where the heart can laugh without shyness. Home is where the heart’s tears can dry at their own pace. – Vernon G. Baker

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