To Every Person Who Reads This…

Dear faithful blog followers and every random person reading this post:

In the past few months I have practically forsaken you.

At first my excuse was that I was outlining a book I wanted to write. But then I got discouraged with that. And then I got stuck. And then I got busy. Really busy.

But staring into the night sky giving all my troubles to the Lord and asking him what to do, I felt a pull on my heart. In the one quiet moment throughout my busy day I felt God pulling me to write. I asked him why I felt so discouraged, why even when everything looks right nothing feels right. I asked him what kind of purpose I could possibly have.

In a way he didn’t really answer.

He just asked me to write.

Over the past months I have almost begun to convince myself that I’m not good enough to write anything worthwhile, that I’ll never be good enough, that every word I put on the page is just time wasted.

What can I do to heal the brokenness all around me?

How can I do anything?

I don’t know. I don’t have any answers. None at all.

Nothing is “crystal clear,” nothing makes any sense.

But from deep inside of me this truth yearns to be shared, to be expressed.

You have purpose. You are worth more than you could ever know. Our purpose has nothing to do with whether we will ever be good enough, with whether even our words are good enough. And I’m beginning to think that that’s not what writing is about.

Writing is about taking the pain, the hurt, the confusion and letting God make something beautiful out of it. We can labor over our words, our stories, criticize grammar, critique plot elements, and those might have worth. But they’re not the point.

When God asks you to write, you don’t need perfect grammar and structure. Perhaps, you’ll need something close to get published, but that’s not the point either. Because when God asks you to write he wants your heart complete with all your wounds and scars. ‘Cause he’s the one who’s going to make something beautiful and it’s not up to you.

“The Lord will fulfill his purpose for me;
    your steadfast love, O Lord, endures forever.
    Do not forsake the work of your hands.”

-Psalm 138:8 (ESV)

“Then shall your light break forth like the dawn,
    and your healing shall spring up speedily;
your righteousness shall go before you;
    the glory of the Lord shall be your rear guard.”

-Isaiah 58:8 (ESV)

“He heals the brokenhearted
    and binds up their wounds.”

-Psalm 147:3 (ESV)

Peace That Surpasses All Understanding

“And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”

-Philippians 4:7

Some of my earliest memories of going to bed include my mom singing Amazing Grace and praying for us after she’d tucked us in before she softly shut the door.

And I remember in particular one particular phrase that she used to pray over us. She would pray that God would give us that peace which surpasses all understanding.

It always comforted me, but I wouldn’t say I really understood what it meant at that point.

And later on even after mom didn’t always sing us to sleep with Amazing Grace, she would still often pray that phrase over us. When I came across the book of Philippians and claimed it as my favorite book in the Bible I saw that phrase again. And I mused over it. I still do. It comforted me. It still does.

And when studying Colossians 3 these past few weeks, particularly in light of the awful things going on in the whole world, in my world, and in other peoples’ worlds, I was reminded of that comforting peace.

And let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one body. And be thankful.

-Colossians 3:15

I long for peace. I crave peace. I want that in me! I need it.

Don’t you? When you look around at the hurt, the sorrow, the deep darkness penetrating everything around, doesn’t your soul just cry out for peace?

I sure do.

Searching for escape, I try to bury myself in other things, to hide from the turbulence the unending disturbance. But it doesn’t work. It can’t guard me forever.

In fact, it can’t guard me at all.

But there is this peace that protects.

There is this peace that guards, that rules over the hurt, that comforts.

And this peace is from God alone.

But the thing is, it doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t have to. This peace is so great it surpasses all understanding.

Let me say that again.

I know a peace that is greater than, that surpasses, ALL understanding.

That means I don’t have to hide. I don’t have to run. I don’t have to worry.

I can let the peace of Christ rule in my heart. It will guard my heart, it will guard my mind.

And it surpasses all understanding.

May the peace of God which surpasses all understanding guard your hearts and minds!! God be with you all.

In Which Bach Inspires Me

I’ve been working on some Bach, lately, namely the D Minor Cello Suite. In fact, I have a *virtual* recital today, and I’m playing the Allemande, Courante, and Sarabande from the D Minor Suite.

And I gotta say, Bach inspires me. A lot.

As I’ve been playing and rehearsing these three movements, my imagination has been working, and a story formed in my mind. I just love how certain music can inspire stories!

I really want to portray a story and some sort of meaning into my playing, and I thought writing out the story as if flowed from the music, would help do just that.

I thought I’d share the story here, for you to read, and perhaps to help you appreciate Bach (who is probably my favorite composer).

It really helps if you listen to the music as, before, or after you read the story, to understand it best. I would recommend the recording by the Netherlands Bach Society here. The Allemande is at 4:56, the Courante at 8:53, and the Sarabande at 10:45.

Without further ado, here is the short story I wrote!

A Short story based on three movements of the Bach D Minor Cello Suite


She stared out the window, a hint of sadness touching her heart. They were here. They were home. Now she had forever with her husband, until death do us part. But what if death came sooner than they expected?

Amidst the horrifying news of war and Nazis, there was a sort of unnatural peace about her new home. One moment a glimpse of the newspaper would send her heart beating a little faster than normal, another moment there was nothing to fear: she was in his arms and he was in hers.

But what if the drafts really happened? What if Caleb was sent away never to come back?

And yet still, remained that strange peace. Life went on, and for now she had hope.


Sarah could barely keep track of time. Caleb, the love of her life, was leaving tomorrow. He promised to come back, but something countered the reassurance, a voice saying that he couldn’t possibly control whether he died in the war. Unknowns spiraled in the back of her mind.

But time wouldn’t stop—he was leaving, he was gone, she was alone. It all went so fast, she couldn’t even wrap her head around it.

Time went even faster for Caleb. He trained hard, pressed on, kept going. Before he knew it, he was headed to war as a trained soldier, but truth be told, he hardly felt prepared at all. With his first taste of war, he began to doubt he could keep his promise to Sarah, and he feared he might never come home alive at all.

But through the chaos and doubts, he fought. He struggled forward against the enemy, badly hurt, but still fighting. Until finally, one day, he fell down unconscious, trodden underfoot by soldiers on both sides.


Sarah stood once again by the window, tears glistening her face. I will be brave, I must be brave.

Lost in action. The words were imprinted on her mind, flowing with fear and hope through her grief.

He wasn’t dead. Or at least, there was a possibility he wasn’t dead. But he was alone, and lost, perhaps surrounded by the enemy.

The tears didn’t come out in sobs or heaves. They simply streamed slowly down her face. Her pain was too deep for that. And perhaps it was too hopeful.

Because she would hope. And she would pray.

He’s never coming back, you’ll never see him again… a despairing voice echoed through her head.

Sarah lifted her chin up with silent determination. I will be brave. I will hope.

The tears kept streaming.

She wasn’t alone in her grief, it was true. But it almost made her heart ache more. How many women, full of hopes and dreams, had men out there? How many had been told as she had that their loved one was “Lost in Action”?

And all she could do was sit here and wait, hoping, fearing, praying, and waiting some more. Waiting with a heavy heart.

I hope you enjoyed it! I don’t really have any experience writing World War II fiction, but this is what came to me as I played!

“For we through the Spirit, by faith, are waiting for the hope of righteousness.”

-Galatians 5:5 (NASB)


I’m not usually one to write a lot of poetry. In fact, I tend to be pretty skeptical when people say they write poetry (especially when there’s no rhyme in sight). But as I was musing over the topic of pride, confidence, and even self-consciousness (the opposite of both humility and confidence) this happened.

And I decided I’d share it with you, as crummy as the actual poetry is. (I absolutely hate the be, degree, and tree line, but I haven’t a clue about how to fix it).

So here you go, I hope it blesses you:

Uncertain, hesitating, second-guessing
Stopping, pausing, visibly cringing
When her façade is fading
Leaving the raw, unstable mess unveiled.

Something stops her again
An assumption of pain
Another feign
Wondering when she’ll understand what’s true.

Things of beauty, things of worth
Worthless now as they fall to the earth
What is real, what is more than mirth?
If only she could see through the words.

Arrogance and false humility
Both filled with pride and hostility
Even under the disguise of civility
Where will we find humble grace?

Great triumph and deed
Do not lend greater speed
They all seem to impede
The race to the cross.

Confidence or assurance?
Which will bring endurance?
She longs for insurance
Of hope up to come.

They tell her what she ought to be
Assertive and clear in every degree
Pleasant but firm as a tree
In one word, confident.

But what if she can’t be sure?
What if pretense and pride aren’t the cure?
What if confidence can’t make her pure
From the doubts and assumptions invading?

Far from secure but still held.
Can’t stand on her own but still compelled
To say what’s true even where she’s excelled.
Where do humility and truth collide?

Pride cannot stand for long
For it falls down when it is wrong.
But there is still One who can make her strong.
For in Truth she can be confident.

-Faith Gilliosa

I know it’s kinda long, but I hope you enjoyed it!

Where do you think the line between confidence, humility, and truth stands?

“Though a host encamp against me,
My heart will not fear;
Though war arise against me,
In spite of this I shall be confident.”

-Psalm 27:3 (NASB)

For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus.

-Philippians 1:6 (NASB)

*P.S. I’m still trying to figure out the new WordPress Editor, so I hope everything looks okay!!


Yes, pride.

That awful word, that stirs up a hundred emotions. Love, hate, shame, spite.

Each one of us has it. Each one of us loves it. Each one of us hates it.

It ruins our relationships, turns a good day bad, and leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

How can we be rid of it? How can we run?

Pride waits in the shadows, leaking into our happiest moments when we least expect.

Beautiful things, priceless things, turned sour with one lurking thought.

“Could they be better than us?”


It creeps into our voice, poisoning even the sweetest words, bringing its friend, bitterness, right in with it.

We scream to be rid of it.

But at the same time, the other side of us screams for pride to win. To be satisfied.

When will our pride be satisfied? When will it be finished?

When will this hurt go away? The accusations, the wounds of choice, the pricking needle.


Celebrated in us. Hated in others.


To say you don’t have it, means you do. To say someone else has pride, means your pride is worse.


It’s an ugly word that we try to make beautiful. We try to defend it, we try to cover it, we even try to pretend we are proud of it.

How can you be proud of pride?

It whispers that you are not good enough. But you have to pretend you are. Because pride is make-pretend.

You can think pride means you have it all together, but underneath, it really means you are so broken you just can’t admit it.

When will the lies stop?

When will my pride leave me be? When will it let the hero in? When will it let humility in?

The hard truth is that the true hero doesn’t call themselves the hero. Because humility isn’t proud of itself or it wouldn’t be what it is.

The only way pride can even attempt to be beautiful is as a verb in past tense: proud.

Because humility is proud, but not of itself.

Humility gives credit where credit is due.

Even the greatest man of all time didn’t give credit to himself. The very emblem of humility gave the praise, the glory, to his Father. It was the Father who glorified the Son, and the Son who praised the Father.

If Jesus didn’t praise himself, but the Father, why would you praise yourself?

Why hold on to pride, when you could boast in the Lord?

I wish I never had to deal my pride again. I wish it could disappear forever, because it has never done me one ounce of good, but rather much harm.

I want to say a permanent goodbye to my pride, to all the ugly pride in the world.

But there is one more thing I crave of pride. And it’s something I want to hear.

I want to hear my Savior say “Well, done good and faithful servant.”

I want to hear that my Father in Heaven is proud of me.

And if that’s not enough to get rid of my pride, I’m not sure what will.


Note: When I wrote this, I did not know it would become a blog post. One day I simply felt the need to write something, and this is what ended up in my Word document! I hope it blesses you! (I’m thinking a part two might be in order, but I haven’t quite decided yet.)


“A man’s pride will bring him low,
But a humble spirit will obtain honor.”

-Proverbs 29:23 (NASB)

Unofficially Featuring: 2020 Summer of Storytelling and Sounds Like Reign + Some Thoughts

Hello everyone! Today I don’t have much to say, but I wanted to share two things with y’all. Actually three things.

Also, I’m pretty sure that is officially the longest blog post title in the history of this blog.

First of all I thought I’d share some of what God has been teaching me lately.

Because most of what I’m thinking about has already been poured out into yet-to-be-published blog posts, I’m just going to share a few verses that have been incredibly instrumental in my life lately. I pray that they bless, encourage, and build you up in Christ.

I know this is a poplar verse, but it has good reason to be. I’ve found myself going back to it so many times this week.

“Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of His might. Put on the full armor of God, so that you will be able to stand firm against the schemes of the devil. 

For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenly places. 

Therefore, take up the full armor of God, so that you will be able to resist in the evil day, and having done everything, to stand firm.”

-Ephesians 6:10-13 (NASB)

This verse has really been convicting me lately about directing my thoughts from that which is “not bad” to that which dwell on excellence and that which is lovely.

“Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things.”

-Philippians 4:8 (NASB)

And finally, this verse.

“Every branch in me that does not bear fruit he takes away, and every branch that does bear fruit he prunes, that it may bear more fruit.”

-John 15:2 (ESV)

After memorizing this verse, I’ve been realizing that I tend to focus on the “every branch that does no bear fruit” part, and I forget that when I am bearing fruit, the Father is still pruning. And sometimes that hurts, but I need it.

Secondly, I wanted to share an exciting opportunity I heard about with you. I know there are lot of you who follow my blog who want to write a book, are actively planning to write a book, or have already written a book. So I think some of you might be interested in an opportunity like this.

Pat Roy from Creation Quest (also know as the producer of the Jonathan Parks audio drama) is putting together a group of Christian writers who want to get started on that story they’ve been longing to finally write. He’s calling it the 2020 Summer of Storytelling.

Here’s what he says about it:


81% of Americans hope to write a book someday. In reality, only around 40% of us will ever start that book. An even smaller 1.2% will succeed in finishing it. But we are here to defy those statistics!

The “2020 Summer of Storytelling” is a group of Christians that have come together to encourage and support each other to finish their own stories by the end of September 2020! Imagine how God could impact our world if Christians like you, finish the eternal message God has placed in your heart!

-From the Creation Quest website

If this sounds like something you or someone you know would be interested check it out here.

And even if you’re not interested in writing a book this summer, spread the word!


And finally, I am on my last point. If you are like me, you are not only finding the quarantine rather distracting and difficult to be productive in, but you also like to listen to music while you work in order to not be distracted. But if you are like me, with everyone at home WiFi can be in low supply. So streaming music on YouTube and Spotify isn’t really an option.

This is where I really appreciate listening to MP3’s of worship music. And simply because I appreciate it so much, I thought I’d share with a family that produces worship music that is available for free download. Sounds Like Reign currently has 5 albums available. You can check their website out here, or if you want to see what their music is like, you can check out their music YouTube channel here. They also have a vlog channel called Tiny Notes From Home that is pretty fun to watch as well.

In addition, Teyo Lee, a friend of the folks at Sounds Like Reign, has his album Arise and Shine available for free via Sounds Like Reign here. My favorites are Hold Fast and Isaiah 40. I hope you enjoy as well!

I know this hasn’t been a typical blog post, but my hope is that it may encourage you and possibly help you!

God be with you!

“By this my Father is glorified, that you bear much fruit and so prove to be my disciples. As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Abide in my love.”

-John 15:8-9


*All scripture quotations are from the NASB translation unless otherwise noted.


As We Wait

Yesterday was Good Friday.

Tomorrow is Resurrection Sunday.

I’ve heard some call today Holy Saturday. While we don’t actually know exactly how the days line up on the calendar, today, at least, symbolizes when Jesus’ body lay in the tomb.

It was the Sabbath. The disciples were resting. But they were afraid. Their unconquerable Savior lay dead. Not only did it feel as though their hope was extinguished, but they feared for the suffering that might come as a result of being his disciple.

Then there was guilt, most notably in Peter and Judas. Imagine the agony they both must be feeling.

Peter who loved his Savior, who proclaimed with all his heart that Jesus was indeed the Messiah, the Christ. Peter, who in fear, vehemently denied having anything to do with his Savior. Peter who jumped out of the boat into the water and swam all the way to shore as soon he realized that it was indeed his Savior, risen again, at the shore. Peter who repented, who found hope, who was forgiven. Peter, the rock upon whom Jesus said he would build His church.

“So when Simon Peter heard that it was the Lord, he put his outer garment on (for he was stripped for work), and threw himself into the sea. But the other disciples came in the little boat, for they were not far from the land, but about one hundred yards away, dragging the net full of fish.”

-John 21:7b-8

“I also say to you that you are Peter, and upon this rock I will build My church; and the gates of Hades will not overpower it.”

-Matthew 16:18

Then there was Judas, who stole money from the disciple’s money-bag to use for himself. Judas, who pretended to be zealous for the poor, but only for selfish purposes. Judas, who betrayed the Lord with a kiss, never realizing that it was the Father’s will that Jesus die for our sins so we could have forgiveness. Judas, who was filed with such guilt and despair that when he realized what he had done, he killed himself.

“Then when Judas, who had betrayed Him, saw that He had been condemned, he felt remorse and returned the thirty pieces of silver to the chief priests and elders, saying, “I have sinned by betraying innocent blood.” But they said, “What is that to us? See to that yourself!” And he threw the pieces of silver into the temple sanctuary and departed; and he went away and hanged himself.”

-Matthew 27:3-4

Neither of them saw the end. They didn’t understand what was coming. They didn’t remember Jesus’ words.

But when Judas realized Jesus had been condemned, he didn’t wait on the Lord, he didn’t trust His mercy. Instead, Judas was overwhelmed by guilt and gave up on his very life. And that’s the end of his story.

I can imagine what Peter might have also been going through. Peter had vowed that he would follow his Lord unto death, yet he had denied him. Thrice. And after this, it says, “…he went out and wept bitterly” (Matt 26:75). And now, on top of this, his Lord, the very Son of God, was dead. What was this supposed to mean?

Yet he waited. And on the Sabbath, he rested. Even if it wasn’t for very long, I can imagine it felt like a very long time for Peter to wait. I can imagine the guilt, the sadness, the sorrow at losing the best friend you ever had.

But it wasn’t for long.

Because Jesus rose again.

He couldn’t be dead long.

And then after showing himself to the disciples and instructing them, Jesus ascended to heaven, to be with the Father.

And now we wait.

We wait for our Lord to come again. But this time, we know so much more. We know, we understand that He really is coming again, that He is not dead.

The disciples saw Jesus dead and thought they had lost their hope.

But we know that Jesus is risen, is alive, even though we cannot see Him. And someday we will see Him. Someday our hope will be fulfilled beyond what we could ever imagine.Someday.

So yes, we wait.

And as we wait, we reflect on all the Lord has done for us, and all the Lord keeps doing. We read the old story again, the best story of all, where a sinless man who was God himself, died to save us from our sins. We won’t forget, and we’ll share it on and on.

As we wait, we praise Him. We worship Him, we serve Him, we seek Him.

And one day, when this story melts into eternity, we’ll finally see Him and fall to our knees in worship.


Have a blessed evening and a blessed Resurrection Sunday.

He is risen!!!!!

“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who according to His great mercy has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead,

to obtain an inheritance which is imperishable and undefiled and will not fade away, reserved in heaven for you, who are protected by the power of God through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time.”

-1 Peters 1:3-5 (NASB)



*All scripture quotations are from the NASB translation unless otherwise noted.

It’s Definitely Spring

Hello everyone!

I’m here to brighten your day with cute pictures of adorable baby animals.

On the farm, spring officially arrives when the babies start to arrive… or that’s how it feels. Once calving is in full swing, I know it’s definitely spring, whether the calendar says so or not. And by the time you are reading this post, the calendar does, in fact, agree with me.

This spring has been really, really exciting around the farm! You know, even without the whole Coronavirus thing? Some of the exciting has been not a happy sort of exciting, but a lot of it has!

Did you know?

The chance of a beef cow having twins is around 0.1% That’s one in a thousand!

And, yes, that’s one of the exciting things. We’ve been raising cattle for over 10 years now, and we’ve never had twins born. So we figured they’d have to come sometime.

Well, actually, we did get a pair of twins born last year, but unfortunately, they didn’t survive. That’s why cattle ranchers don’t want twins. It’s much better to get one hale and hearty calf than two dead ones.

It’s not like that for all animals, but for cows, they were kind of made to have 1, and in rare cases, 2. So it’s not something you hope for.

This year, however, we got twins. Not just twins, but two healthy calves, one a boy, and one a girl. They’re adorable. Now that’s exciting!

I didn’t manage to get pictures of them together. Sadly. But I got a lot of pictures of calves and somewhere in there, the twins appear. Separately of course. I think. And I don’t even really know when pictures they are in. I’ll probably ask my younger siblings.

So without further ado, here are the pictures.

**[Prepare for cuteness overload]**

Click on them if you want to see it bigger!

The momma cows really, really didn’t like me getting pictures of their calves. But they were in either the calf shelter area (of limits to the big cows) or sleeping on the other side of the fence. In one case, a newborn was in with his momma in a separate pen, because they’d had a little bit of a rough start. That momma cow was REALLY, REALLY upset about me taking her picture. But I got one.

The momma cows on the other side of the separating panel for the calf shelter area, also did their best to bellow and warn me of their wrath. Didn’t really keep me away, but I did take a picture of them carrying on, so there.


The calf I found sleeping on the other side of the fence was actually a bit of a miracle. She was really, really, groggy or she would have run right away to her momma as soon as she saw me. But no, she let me get right up to her.

In fact, I wasn’t even planning to go take her picture, but I needed to get through the gate she was sleeping against. In the end, I just climbed through the fence because I didn’t actually want her to wake up. She was just too cute.

Here’s one of her sleepy, groggy, pictures.


Isn’t she just adorable? This is like the closest you get to a baby calf! Like at all! It was pretty cool.

If you would like to see more baby calf pictures and hear some tips about photography calves without upsetting their mommas… well, check out this post.

Actually, cows are not the only thing having babies around here. We have baby goats too!!!!!! Four of them actually.

[Don’t bother asking how many calves we have around here. The answer is “I don’t know”. We’ll probably have another one in a few minutes 😉 ]

As for the goats, we’ve got one set of triplets and one single!

As is customary, they each have a lot of names. For instance, the single was first named Blackie, but he isn’t quite black, so he was also called Blackjack (after Black Beauty).

He has also been called Big Boy for a while because he’s a lot bigger than the triplets. Now he’s unofficially called Uncle because his mom is the mom of the mom of the triplets, which makes him their… uncle. Weird, I guess, but not really.

As for the triplets, I’m pretty sure their names are officially Sandstorm, Teddy, and Sage.

Teddy and Sage are identical (at least in their pattern), and Sandstorm is the odd one. Which is why I suggested we change Teddy’s name to Basil to match Sage, but I got overruled. BUT IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE!! Oh, well.

For fun, I call Teddy “Roosevelt” just to be a tiny bit rebellious. I also don’t think Sandstorm matches, but they named him like 3 seconds after he was born and I don’t have a better name, so once again, oh well. After all, it kind of matches. Yes, it mostly matches.

Sage is my favorite. HE’S SO TEENSY!!!! And cute. And completely adorable. Even more in person than through pictures. And I think his name is kind of cute even if I didn’t come up with it.

Enough semi-ranting about kid names.

Time for the pictures. Hooray!!!

**[Prepare to melt with cuteness]**

This is Sandstorm. I actually really like how this picture turned out.


He’s very handsome, isn’t he? Oh, by the way, all four of them are boys. Yep. All four.

This is Teddy, aka Basil, aka Roosevelt. Yep, Roosevelt kind of matches him. More than Basil, I guess.


And [most of] the rest of the pictures shall be solely devoted to Sage. Also known as “Sage-y Baby” (’cause he’s tiny).

This is Sage playing on me. Oh, also, I forgot to mention that Sage is the most friendly and cuddle-iest baby, and is also bottle-fed.


Isn’t he cute? And doesn’t he look so much like a mini version of Teddy?

More cuteness.


Ahhh *melts with cuteness*

This one shows a little bit better how tiny he is. His brothers, Teddy and Sandstorm, are playing in the background.


And some more.


Oh, I forgot Blackjack. Or Uncle. (Or Blackie or Big Boy for that matter). He’s in the foreground in the picture above, but it doesn’t provide a very good view of him.

So here’s one more picture.


He also had a collar on that was way too big for him in that picture. So yeah. Pretty cute.

“Blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD
And whose trust is the LORD.
For he will be like a tree planted by the water,
That extends its roots by a stream
And will not fear when the heat comes;
But its leaves will be green,
And it will not be anxious in a year of drought
Nor cease to yield fruit.”

-Jeremiah 17:7-8 (NASB)

God bless and keep you all! Have a peace-filled rest of your weekend. I will be praying for you all, and I mean it.

Once again, God be with you!


Prudence and Fear: The Difference for Christians is Love

Yes, today, after not posting a lot, I’m going to talk about the Coronavirus.

It’s definitely a pretty big topic right now, although I haven’t seen a whole lot of posts on it around WordPress. I have a lot of other things I could talk about including snow and all the exciting or not so exciting things happening on the farm. But I’ll save that for another post.

For right now I want to spend this post briefly talking about what is on my heart right now.

It seems to me that early on there were three different primary reactions to the Coronavirus.

The big one was fear. That scary looming thing creeping up out of the unknown. And yes, it’s very real, particularly now that things are progressing more.

Then a lot of Christians responded with Scripture, as they should. Beautiful, uplifting Scripture. After all, how many times does the Bible say not to fear? Do not fear, the Lord is with us, do not fear, do not fear.

But then another reaction kind of crept in: Scorn. Yes, scorn.

Some fears are quite reasonable and helpful. For instance the fear of jumping off of a cliff. Quite helpful, being as you’d probably die if you weren’t somewhat afraid of jumping of a cliff. But really this isn’t fear.

This is prudence. Wise caution. And in the process of scorning fearfulness, some people also scorned prudence.

So we have fear, we have scorn, and we have prudence.

What the difference between scorn and prudence? For Christians it is love.

I understand that the idea of “reckless love” is rather popular right now. But recklessness is rarely if ever paired with Christ-like love.

Christ-like love counts the cost. A person with Christ-like love takes up their cross. They take into account the pain, the suffering, and the loss and consider it worth it.

I’ve thought back a bit to old-time Christians when plagues and sickness came around. There are those stories of the faithful Christians who put their lives in danger just to serve and help the sick, while the rich and fearful went into hiding. Perhaps this picture is filling your mind too.

But this Coronavirus thing isn’t really like that. There aren’t people dying on the streets, there are simply people in the faithful care of brave and knowledgeable health care professionals.

I’m not a health care professional. So the most loving thing to do is to not carry a life-threatening virus to anyone else. Which might mean isolating myself out of prudence. Not because I am cowering in fear or overreacting, but simply because I don’t want any more Christ-less souls to pass into eternal death and because I don’t want my fellow brothers and sisters in Christ to suffer needlessly. This is love, not fear. This is prudence.

Don’t believe me? I didn’t just get this from thinking though it. I got it be studying scripture with my family. Here are some key verses.

“The prudent sees danger and hides himself,
but the simple go on and suffer for it.”

-Proverbs 22:3 (ESV) Emphasis added

It’s as simple as that. The prudent see danger and hide from it. The foolish just go on heedlessly and suffer for it.

“Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”

-1 Corinthians 13:6-7 (NIV) Emphasis added

Love protects. Other translations say that it bears all things. In this case for you it could mean caring for the sick. Or it could mean bearing isolation for a short time in order to protect others.

Do what is prudent and what is truly loving. Those are my thoughts, that is all. More importantly, listen to what God would have you do throughout this time.


If you are struggling with fear right now, I have a collection of verses meant to encourage and fight against fear. You can see it and download it here.


And if you are one of those people looking forward to being at home for awhile, perhaps bored, you can hope for some pictures of adorable baby goats and calves in the next week or so! That might help cheer you up! Just do not forget the glorious hope we have in Christ Jesus, despite all trials and hardships we face here on earth.

May you have a peaceful week despite everything going on! Cast you fear and anxiety on the One who cares. God bless you!

“Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered”

-1 Corinthians 13:4-5 (NASB)