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A squirrel fell down the chimney into the fireplace a few months ago. After flinging himself repeatedly against the glass doors he hunched, weary and hopeless, beside the grate. After…
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An article I wrote for theperennialgen.com:
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Covid 19 has swept through our world and our lives like a pruning knife, cutting out large portions of things we thought we couldn’t live without. Pruning doesn’t just trim…
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I set out on my walk through the cool Minnesota morning with good intentions. No podcast or music this morning – just communion with my Creator. I had good plans…
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Last weekend America celebrated her 244th birthday. Our citizens remembered the patriots who managed to defeat the world’s greatest colonial power of the time to secure for us the hope…
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Last weekend marked the beginning of Ben’s 28th year on this earth. Although he has accumulated the years of a man, his heart and understanding are that of a small…
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I had a good father. He taught me how to save money and to love words. He was a small-town newspaper editor who wore cardigans and caps and garnered the…
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Wonder is the feeling we get when we let go of our silly answers, our mapped out rules that we want God to follow. I don’t think there is any…
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Quarantine is over and restrictions are lifting. Like a deer in the woods we peer out at life, hesitant. How long will it be before we dream again? These months have…
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There are many of us willing to do great things for the Lord, but few of us are willing to do little things.” – D.L. Moody
A View of the Lake
Tracing the footprints of God
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I’m Andrea!
I’m glad we found each other! I’m a writer living in the Minnesota Northwoods with my husband Bill and son Ben. I hope you enjoy reading what you find here. Feel free to reach out! I’d like to get to know you too.
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