The happy days have gone away… Summer’s glow has fizzled and died and left memories to float like drying leaves old and crumbly on the breeze to haunt and tease. Like ghosts to mock your memory. Oh, that summer may return… O That time may freeze forever and a day and summer’s glow remain and…
Category: Christian Living
It’s Worth It
Life at the Cottage isn’t always cute sundresses, fun photoshoots, cuddling adorable animals, flower beds full of flowers and bountiful harvests. It’s not always smiles, and bare feet. Or quiet evenings on the porch. It’s not always sunshine and rainbows. It’s not always perfect, in fact, most of the time it isn’t. Most of the…
A Grandmother’s Legacy
Away in a manger… soft and lilting the lyrics float in my head as the hazy image of my grandmother singing flickers in the back of my head. What I would do to sit with her for a moment and hear her voice again. To listen to her sing… to wake before the sunrises and…
In Going Home
I can smell it before I ever see it. It has been 15 years but it is as if not a day and yet it is forever and a day. The light is fading and yet I feel a desperate need to see it again. We make our way down the road and the local traffic…
When Neutral Isn’t Enough
For so long now I have heard people say, “You know me, I am always neutral.” It has bothered me, I mean is that enough? Is that what we are called to be in life? Neutral. What happened to standing up for what is right, for the truth? Then you will know the truth, and the…
From The Cottage {September}
Here is a little look at what is going on in our little corner of the world. The stray neighborhood cat we have dubbed Luna because of her great big eyes that look like full moons lounges in our flower urn on the front porch. The flower long gone. The beautiful pink blossoms are still…
Canning Memories
It is funny how family traditions shape you into who you are. Canning is part of my earliest memories. Being outside with my bare feet in the soil and picking beans, corn, tomatoes with the itchy leaves, apples, pears, grapes, berries, peppers. Big heavy baskets so big I couldn’t carry them would be hefted…
Say What You Mean To Say
This year my parents asked me what I wanted for my birthday- I’ll be 18. This question keeps me from sleep. It’s 10:30 but I can’t sleep. What do I want? I want to sing “Jesus loves me” with my foster brother one more time, I can almost hear is sleepy voice singing “bible,…
To My Hero
To my hero. Thank you for every second Thank you for always putting us first. For serving your country, and instilling in me my love for my country. For leading by example. For being excited with me when I succeeded and holding my hand when I failed. For allowing me to fail. For praying for…
Hope Deferred Makes The Heart Sick
For as long as I can remember we have wanted more kids in the family. Through the years we’ve had several opportunities to adopt- but each one fell through. The first one, a scared young girl. In the end, her mother took her to get an abortion. Several months later a pastor friend introduced us…