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It was Tall Timber Days in our town here in the Minnesota northwoods, and we had a parade. For two miles, from the fairgrounds and through the old downtown, floats…
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Carry on, the hard rock band sang from the school bus’s tinny AM station as it wound it’s way up and down the mountain to my high school. I rested…
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We built a house. We found a beautiful lot filled with maple and birch with a perfect rise in the center. For two years we visited the spot, soaking in…
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The lowering sun’s light softens as it shifts through the trees, and I come outside to breathe in the cool of the day. The Lord walked with Adam in this…
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I’m blessed to live in a part of the world where Spring charges in like a green tsunami, a sudden wave washing over winter’s barrenness with life bursting from every…
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I was a young teen, bursting with questions about the God I was just discovering. George was a fireman and a man of faith attempting to explain the infinite to…
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Every mother has been entrusted with a wonder. A mystery. A gift continually unfolding. Who will she be? you wonder, as she squirms and kicks inside you. Then you meet,…
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On May 4, 1945, the people of Denmark heard the joyous news that their long night of Nazi occupation had ended. For five terrible years, the occupiers had forbidden outside…
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“Yet I am always with you; you hold me by my right hand. You guide me with your counsel, and afterward you will take me into glory. Whom have I…
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My grandfather was born in 1866, a mere three months after the end of the Civil War; long before the first light bulb or automobile. The telephone wouldn’t make its…
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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