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Past Owners Visit the Farm

It happened again this week. Two strangers on the farm, just driving through as if they owned the place. I did the “southern gentlema . . .

Putting a House among the Mystery Pines

House in the pinesWe searched for the perfect acre among a thousand. It was time to build our house, and–this being a large farm–we ha . . .

My Lesson in Giving

I watched as the collection plate made its way in my direction. I was a boy of six and had never missed a day in Sunday School, where . . .

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