Linda Jensen leads a relatively quiet life in Westchester County, New York, as the owner of a highly-acclaimed garden. Inherited from her parents, the garden is her pride and joy. What is not so joyful is finding a strange man sprawled near her delphiniums! The mysterious man is sick, unable to do anything more than drink water—and beg for secrecy. Ignoring all alarm bells, Linda sees to his needs, but her caring act takes on unexpected significance, an unpresentable glory.


The Last Move

The house of my birth How many places have you lived over the course of your life? Here's my list: ~Branchville, NJ, born at home on Wantage Ave, on one of the coldest days on record. ~Wheaton College, Illinois, dorm for two years, private house for two. ~Winfield IL,...

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I happened on a Gaelic Rune (a poem or saying from way back) that spoke to my heart. Yestreen means "yesterday evening". Read it carefully. I saw a stranger yestreen. I put food in the eating place, in the sacred name of the Triune. He blessed myself and my house, my...

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Ultimate Reality

I’m reading some interesting books, though my understanding of scientific terms is sketchy. A person born with zero math genes should shy away from such books, but I wade in fearlessly, grasping what I can. There’s a major war going on between Evolutionists and...

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Good Thursday

I struggle reading parts of the Bible. I don’t  mean Leviticus or Judges. I’m talking Jesus' crucifixion. It’s like I’m there on the cross, with Him. My sins are there, for sure, but I find my heart there, as well. Lent, in itself, is okay—doing soul prep, the...

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Things That Sound Good Aren’t Always

Me 'n Jim have done some Really Dumb Things in our lives, mostly out of ignorance. Here are two choice ones: Number One: We got a dog. A man up the street raised German Shepherds and had a 6-monther he wanted to get rid of. We and our three young kids were living in...

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Author Eleanor Gustafson

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