Not Objects Exactly

December 5, 2016

Mouse in the House

August 15, 2016

The Hut

August 1, 2016

Walking the Stinky Onion City in Springtime

April 24, 2017

So, Chicago doesn’t really stink, at least not where I was. But one of the many interesting facts I learned during my weekend visit is that “Chicago” is thought to be a derivative of a Native American word meaning “smelly onion.” I went to Chicago to visit my friend Naomi, who is there for the summer. When I was a child and my family drove …

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Lord, What about Him?

April 11, 2017

What, to you, makes a satisfactory life? This is the question Dave Schlabach asked recently during revival meetings at my church. I thought of my reservoir of goals, dreams, and desires and wondered which of them, fulfilled, would give me reason to say, “Now this is a life well lived.” All of them? One or two key achievements? What should satisfy me? Of what does …

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Til the Cows Come Home

April 5, 2017

A week ago today, Dad and Mom sold the cows. I’ve been wishing for this to happen for years now. Ever since they started the cleaning jobs, around three years ago, they’ve worked too hard. They’ve had to milk the cows morning and evening, of course, besides feeding and cleaning barn and putting up hay and dealing with frozen water pipes and whatever else comes …

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Oh to Be Mennonite and Single

March 27, 2017

I briefly considered calling this post “Mennonite and Single,” but that sounds too much like a profile I might put on a Mennonite dating site—a “here I am, come and get me” type of  line. Several of my non-Mennonite friends, concerned about my lack of a husband, have actually suggested I start a dating service such as that . . . MennoMatch, Mennonite Mingle . …

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A Guatemalan Wedding

March 21, 2017

So I’ve been saving the best for last. The reason my siblings and Abbey and I traveled to Central America in the first place was to attend the wedding of our good friend Tiana. This beautiful young woman married Rubén Benito and is making her new home in the mountainous region of San Bartolomé, Guatemala. We crossed the border from Belize into Puerto Barrios, Guatemala, …

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You Better Belize It! Part 2

March 13, 2017

We arrived at the little coastal town of Placencia, Belize, Monday afternoon. Lots of big, fancy houses on the outskirts of town, with sparkling canals running between green, well-kept lawns. Resorts. Guest houses. Signs all along the road with the names of American realtors such as Coldwell Bankers. “Americans own all of this,” Bert told us. And, “You all should go together and buy a …

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You Better Belize It! Part 1

March 6, 2017

Our trip started here: slumped shivering and tired in those uncomfortable airport seats while we waited for our early morning flight for Belize City. Using beach towels and backpacks for pillows, charging phones while we (kind of) slept. You know the drill. The next thing we knew, we were here. The world was warm and soak-into-your-bones sunny. And we could tell, the minute we stepped …

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Jesus Only (part 2)

February 20, 2017

Rosina Schmucker is one of my favorite bloggers, and I thought it would be nice to introduce her to those of you who haven’t met her yet. She kindly agreed to let me reprint, here on Properties of Light, a post that I love.  *** In my last post, I talked about finding strength for the task that God gives us. This post will touch on …

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I Too Am Blind

February 13, 2017

As you read this, I will be soaking up Central American sun. Oooo. Ahhh. Lovely. Sitting here in my Wisconsin living room with a gray sky and snow-tinted light coming in through our big picture window, I can almost feel that sun on my face. A group of us–four siblings, a friend of ours, and me–are attending another good friend’s wedding in Guatemala, visiting other …

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Girls Day Out at the Mall of America

February 7, 2017

We parked beside a minivan of Trump voters. At least we joked that’s what they were when the driver veered in front of us at the stoplight, just before turning into the Mall of America parking garage. Out on the highway, Elizabeth, who was driving, had been labeling all the vehicles we passed. Well-put-together older gentleman driving a sleek shiny car? “Hillary voter!” Bearded guy …

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