Because everyone loves a good story
Behold, the final installment in my Jane Austen mini-series! Read it and weep because it’s over, whether from sorrow or relief.
I hope this post finds you well and that you enjoy a blessed Christmas and New Year! My present to you is the abbreviated length of this post. Ho ho ho.
I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving, friends! The gratefulness doesn’t have to end here. Psalm 34 reminds us that each new day is a fresh chance to praise God. Take a look at these verses and exalt the Lord with me!
Ah, parenthood–the hardest, most rewarding, hardest, most entertaining, hardest job I’ve ever done. Let’s face it, folks–raising little sinners is hard work for big sinners.
At times I find myself frustrated about how the day is going, and at those same times I wonder if I’ll regret my frustration when the kids are grown. Is there a solution to this conundrum? Read on for a scary (relatable) peek into my musings.
While I may be a little sad that summer is coming to a close, there’s still so much to rejoice in. I was reminded of this on a bike ride through the woods a few weeks ago. Creation’s symphony reaches a crescendo in late summer, and I tried to capture a few stanzas myself.
(Ten points to Gryffindor if you take note of the musical motif throughout the poem!)
I hope you celebrate the close of this beautiful season with as much gusto as a grasshopper. And that’s saying quite a bit.
And so it begins.
Today I wax opinionated about dear Elizabeth Bennet and her aggravating opposite, Emma Woodhouse. Lest you begin whacking your computer in defiance of my negativity, rest assured that I’ll (try to) make everything as fair as possible in my next post.
But for today you can go eat worms, Emma.
Jane Austen. The very name calls to mind quills and parchment, corsets and manners.
You may be surprised that I’m writing about such a mild-mannered author and such a non-geeky topic. Well, consider me classical because my upcoming mini-series is all about Jane. Specifically, it’s about the jarring differences between Pride and Prejudice and Emma.
So put on your bonnets and grab your riding crops, folks. It’s Austen time.
We’ve all succumbed to it before.
The siren song of the sofa. The lullaby of the La-Z-Boy. The trance of the TV. But while we’re enjoying some comatose amusement, what are we missing just outside our front doors…and beyond?
A little excursion (or a grand adventure) could be just what we need.
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