My parents put us children first. They used each opportunity that was given to them to mold us in love, and now with their faithful example I am striving to do the same.
I would walk behind the seed dropper and waddle like a penguin. My little feet pushed the soil over the seeds and lightly packed it. The feeling of success and accomplishment was overflowing.
I was a bratty newlywed. As a new believer I loved God’s WORD and praying and everything to do with God—except honoring my husband.
The winds of history have shifted on your watch. If the Lord tarries, you can tell your grandchildren that you lived through the last righteous generation before the moral apocalypse.
It has been 20 years since the very first issue of the No Greater Joy magazine. I can still remember sitting at our kitchen table, hand-addressing each one!
Our oldest child is Rebekah Joy. She knew no schooling but homeschooling until the day we took her to Wisconsin and dropped her off at the College entrance.
This is the welcome from our first-ever newsletter, printed in May 1995.
Both the people you just read about connected with their cell phones to a little device called the Gospel Box. It streams Christian media to anyone who connects to it, and all without an Internet connection of any kind.
We absolutely love this tiny, 73-page book. It will wrench your heart (as will all of Keller’s books) as you see yourself in it over and over.