Real Fruit: Peace
What would a moment of peace look like for you? Mine involves a cool starlit evening, some dark woods, and a glowing campfire. But maybe yours is completely different, like…
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The Life Preserver – Peace
The Life Preserver Dale Heinold – 2004 Edited for Lambchow – 2016 The Mary Ann is a sailboat with a white bottom with blue trim. She is large enough to…
Real Fruit – Paitence
It’s been my experience that folks, including me, struggle to grow the fruit of patience. We are impatient to become patient, desiring God to instantly plop it into our hearts.…
The Fishing Pole – Paitence
My family has been making the annual trek up to Sunshine Lake for years. The appointed time is over October’s Columbus Day weekend. Three days of camping and fishing with…
The Tractor Seat – Kindness
This story was written in 2004 and edited for Lambchow. This story is special because it weaves in some real life memories. – Dale Summer 1968 Johnny heard the rat-a…
Real Fruit: Kindness
Just east of our home there is a short stretch of gravel road. The grandkids call it the bumpy road. They know they’re close to grandma and grandpa’s house when…
Danny’s Firetruck – Goodness
Christmas morning came early for Rod, earlier than it should have anyway. Rod and his wife Evelyn had two children, Ben who is six and Daniel who is three, or…
Real Fruit: Goodness
We all have a built-in ability to determine good from bad. Every day we make all kinds of choices based on what we think would be good. No one intentionally…
Real Fruit: Faithfulness
What picture would you use to describe faithfulness? I came up with so many that I couldn’t choose just one to kick off this article on the fruit of faithfulness.…
Sally’s Horse – Faithfulness
Sally’s first ride on the carousel in Humboldt Park was for her third birthday, June 12th, 1937. It was a real family affair with Mom, Dad, grandmas, grandpas and all…
Real Fruit: Gentleness
What do these images have in common? A shepherd gently carrying a lamb back to its mother. A mother cradling a newborn for the first time. A gardener carefully working…
The Nurse’s Hat
My journey in writing began in earnest on a December evening in 2003. Betty and I had stopped for supper at Applebee’s after some Christmas shopping. As I looked at…