Before you begin, let me say that most of this story is ficticious.  It is a story that wrote itself one character at a time, starting somewhere around the middle, blooming out from there.  It begs me ask myself, each time I read through these testimonies, "who am I sharing Christ with?  Who am I linking up with?  I don't want to miss out on this!"

My name’s Evelyn Brouer.

 "While He was in Bethany at the home of Simon the leper, and reclining at the table, there came a woman with an alabaster vial of very costly perfume of pure nard; and she broke the vial and poured it over His head. But some were indignantly remarking to one another, "Why has this perfume been wasted? For this perfume might have been sold for over three hundred denarii, and the money given to the poor." And they were scolding her. But Jesus said, "...

Mama and Teacher

We've bounced around educationally these past few years, trying to find the right fit for our family.  It's always right about now (late winter to early spring) when I start praying, researching, seeking another educational alternati...

We're coming near the end of our first homeschool year and so I've decided to write a short series on what we are doing, what we have learned, and where we are heading.  Because I spent some fun learning time with my preschooler today, and because I have more experience homeschooling little tykes than big ones, I will start with this topic: Homeschooling a Preschooler.

Really, ...

Spring, O Bloom,

Bloom forth in me!

My Countenance, 

Lifts up to Thee.

Soft, Fragrant,

An Offering,

Pedals, Thorns,

And D...

I never thought myself a formula girl until I had babies. No, I'm not talking about Infant Formulas -not Enfamil, Similac, or Bright Beginnings. I mean that blessed equation where a+b = c. Every time. ALWAYS! This is what my ingrained equation looked like when I popped out my three boys: If I wake up each morning and use tender words with my children, set up the easel often, bake homemade cookies, read Bible stories, gently correct, consistently train, al...

It was the end of a long week and all 3 boys were weary and raged, and here I was trying to fit a quick trip to the grocery store into their exhausting afternoon. They yelled for things, cried at me, ran up and down aisles, and hit at each other. I would have loved to turn around and go straight home, but there was no other chance for me to get the shopping done.

I felt atta...

Today I took a long, soul-satisfying walk beside the lake. Spring was underfoot and in the trees; it budded, chirped, and blew all around. I strode happily, though the hills were high and the heart in my chest beat steadily. Time alone in God's creation is rare for me. If you have little one...

Oh that God would give every mother a vision of the glory and splendor of the work that is given to her when a babe is place in her bosom to be nursed and trained! Could she have but one glimpse in to the future of that life as it reaches on into eternity; could she look into its soul to see its possibilities; could she be made to understand her own personal responsibility for the training of this child, for the development of its life, and for its destiny,--she w...

"But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control...  Since we live by the Spirit let us keep in step with the Spirit!"

There are days (even seasons) when the fruit of God's Spirit in our home has been sour and rancid...