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The Yield: You would do well to see the good in your life

2010-06-18T08:51:06-05:00

"I don't feel so good." I tossed on my bed, tangled in my sheets. I remembered my Mom's voice. "Well, Susan. You don't feel so well."

The Yield: Spring brings with it change of season, anticipation

2010-05-21T03:03:00-05:00

The wind, soft and spring-warm, blew across the open black fields. Cooler breezes refreshed the warm aftermath of the late afternoon. At long last, the heavy snows of winter were gone.

The Yield: Holy Ghost's temple under assault ... from salt

2010-04-23T03:03:00-05:00

All my life I've engaged in the proud German ethics of hard work. This gray winter, the years of pressure finally caught up with me.

The Yield: Appreciating the layered richness of life’s journey

2010-04-08T14:02:55-05:00

It was a glorious day. Hoar frost had hung cold, heavy, snowy and crystallized decorations on the trees. The weather man promised we would have a lovely day.

The Yield: All is safely gathered in, ere the winter storms begin

2010-02-26T11:07:58-06:00

While the earth remaineth, seed time and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease. Genesis 8:22 KJV

The Yield: Rejoicing in the snow, despite foiled family plans

2010-01-29T13:51:00-06:00

The snow was very wet and heavy. My back began to ache. I hoped Stan was doing OK. I watched him driving the lawn tractor, which had been outfitted with a snow thrower. He was white from head to foot. The cold caused his face to get very red.

In the autumn of life, an urgency to complete life’s goals

2009-12-31T09:16:00-06:00

Stan and I spent autumn days finalizing pre-winter chores. The trees, still and quiet, hung onto their leaves.

Strong winds and heavy rain drove the leaves from the uplifted limbs of the giant oaks and walnut trees. The sad, dreary, bleak days meant winter was coming.

The Yield: We may not know the yield, but what wonderful seed

2009-12-04T02:02:00-06:00

When I was a child, I dreamed of being a missionary, nurse or teacher. Stan had similar aspirations, and it seems that at this time in our lives The Lord has given us an answer we were hoping for.

The Yield: Finding peace, warm thoughts on a cold autumn day

2009-11-06T02:03:00-06:00

The new windows in Stan’s workshop kept out the cold winds of an early October storm. It was whistling to get in our snug and warm workshop. I sensed a childish whim to run out and play in the snow.

The Yield: Connecting with devoted readers at book signings

2009-10-09T02:02:00-05:00

As we pulled our trailer with the 1903 Curved Dash Oldsmobile across the stubble field to the black top road we reminisced about all the people who came to greet us, and have their book signed.