There once was a girl who lived on a farm. The privileges she loved  on that farm included shoveling manure, stacking hay bales, and  regularly mistaking her fingernail as the nail head. Blood, blisters, calluses, cuts; her hands were no dainty figures. Now a fourth generation American long removed from the life of the Netherlands, […]

Think not if you had five talents what great things you would do, Look not with envy on him with five and fret with your lot of two. Think not it would be better if the Lord five had given you, That then you could better praise Him and do more service too. Think not […]