Thursday evening we heard music coming from across the Village in the direction of Barnabas House, so we drove down to see what was going on. Rebekah was in the front yard with her prayer flags, and Charles and a gaggle of Ranchers with guitars were holding forth on the front porch. Diana was…
Sara’s Garden: A Father’s Love
A new Program Director came in a few months ago, name of Phil. Walking around the Ranch, Phil discovered an out-of-the-way garden, neglected and umkempt, much like the garden in the well known book The Secret Garden. He asked me about it and I told him, shamefaced, the story of Sara’s Garden–that it’s a memorial…
The Road to the Ranch Part II
When I last wrote about how the Ranch got started (June 13), I left off the story with the discovery of a positive pregnancy test taken in February of 1984, when I was 41. The three older girls were 24, 20, and 16. I called Jerry at work, not sure at all what I’d say when…
Be Not Afraid
Last week was hard for me. There was strife and I don’t like strife. There were disagreements and I don’t like disagreements. By the end of the week I was anxious and unable to sleep. And fearful. Never mind what’s going on. It’s nothing that hasn’t happened before and it will surely happen again. The problem…