The Flower of My Youth

This woman of the Lithuanian folk song helped me. I am twenty years past the birth of my fourth and last child. My children are all taller than me, growing strong and brave and beautiful. I planted the flower of my youth in this little house. I spent my youth on four precious souls and on loving a husband. With the Lord's help, I've disciplined, encouraged, confronted, planted, painted, procured, thrown away, and prayed. And now we are twenty years on.

DiscipleshipElizabeth HiettJune 27, 2022youth, young adulthood, time, age, mentorshipComment

The Cushion of Kindness

Kindness cannot be overrated. It is the shield that softens the blows of life. It makes dark nights bearable, it is a company in times of tears, it builds up when words have been torn down, and can even make friends of enemies.

CommunityElizabeth HiettJune 1, 2022kindness, homelessness, childhood, child like faithComment