Discipleship

[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_column_text] Last night, the local TV station reported a winter weather advisory with a band of snow en route to Northeast Mississippi. My home is sandwiched between the areas expected to get 1/2 – 2 inches of snow and 1-3 inches, beginning around 2 am. In Mississippi, snow hampers morning travel, to say […]

[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_column_text]My favorite kind of day is one in which I get a lot of things done. I love a long, written list to start the day, especially if I can end the day with every item marked off. I admit I’m one of those people who add to the list just so I can

[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_column_text]We stood at the entrance of the synagogue in Capernaum and gazed out at the ruins of the village stretched before us. The remaining stones gave a clear outline of houses, rooms, common areas. “Where’s Peter’s house?” someone asked. “You’re looking at it,” our guide explained. “Under the modern building ahead. It was built

[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_column_text]Dusk had begun to fall when I headed to the barn to feed. Just outside the tack room, I saw a deep indention in the soft, moist soil. A hoof print. I groaned. The fresh track could only mean one thing. At least one of the horses was out. I opened the back

[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_column_text]The settings section of my phone lists my name. It’s correctly spelled every single time. Seri, however, has a little trouble with the pronunciation. Her “Leanna” often sounds nothing like my name. That’s been a lifelong problem for me. When I was a girl, the usual combination of “Lee” and “Ann” was Leanne,

[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_column_text]Summer on a farm is a time of intense work but winter has its challenges. Harsh temperatures and inclement weather make every chore more difficult, but they’re an opportunity to learn how to find good in hard times. Horses, like humans, have distinct personalities. Toby, my first horse, has always been sassy and

[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_column_text]A dear friend commented about yesterday’s blog: “I remember reading about the frigid temperatures of the past and thinking, ‘Why doesn’t she just sell those farm animals, freeing herself of all that work?’ Hauling water by wagon to those animals was beyond me. But, through the years, I’ve learned that’s part of who you are.”

[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_column_text]I opened my computer to write this morning and the only topics on my mind were single-digit temperatures and frozen water pipes. If you follow me on social media, you probably saw a few of my whining complaints that the pipes at the barn froze and I’ve had to haul water for the horses.