Why is New England a Mission Field? Is New England a mission field? Is the gospel all but forgotten in the very place where the Puritans fled to for the sake of preserving it? As a rather new transplant to New England, and a daughter of the true King (not the tyrant the Puritans were […]
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Y’all know I love a great tree. And a great story. Last night I stumbled upon both. In one. We had dinner in a beautiful port town of New Hampshire. Portsmouth, NH, is a historic seaport and popular little patch of quaintness on the Piscataqua River that beckons summer tourists. But I wonder how many folks miss the
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Yesterday made it very clear to me that indeed every vote counts. Yesterday marked the first evening since our family moved to New England that the sun set over our little cape at the bend in the road, where the lake spills into the wandering river, on the eve of a presidential election day. And I
When I first set up my blog, I knew there was one topic I’d never approach: politics. Or the press. But when I witnessed firsthand that the press is biased, well, I decided I have something to say. So today I’m gonna take a tiny break from writing about all that sweet stuff I love
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Back in January, when we had some snow on the ground and baby bunnies in the barn…
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The presidential primaries in NH are a snapshot into a government by the people, for the people. They, and the caucuses in Iowa, allow “we the people” to meet our future president in an intimate way not possible anywhere else–not possible in large, urban towns; not possible after the national excitement builds and crowds grow exponentially. The NH primaries are a
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My second January living in New Hampshire brought ivory beauty to our little red cape on the hill… an exciting addition to our farm… and presidential candidates to our little neck of the woods. . .
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“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” Or so Anton Chekhov wrote. I’m reminded of the quote as I scratch “Harvest Moon” on a Sunday square of the calendar. As a writer, I wholeheartedly agree with the Russian author. As a teacher, I instruct my students to interrogate all of
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Our first Old Home Day that we drove to in a car with NH plates… Our first Old Home Day in our own small town… We were not vacationers passing through. This was our Old Home Day, and we were excited. Cars lined the small road that meandered around the old school house. The bustle of
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I’d heard of Old Home Days in New England for decades. Funny how we sometimes assume we know something and for years (maybe a lifetime) never question. Never ask. What Will You Find at an Old Home Day? While on summer vacations over the years, I’d attended quite a Old Home Days, in small rural
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