Rejoicing Over the Lost Glasses

Luke 15:8 (with slight adjustments) “Or suppose a woman is working in a chicken house immediately before leaving on a trip to Florida, and somehow her only pair of glasses slips from her pocket. Doesn’t she light a flashlight, walking the house multiple times and search carefully under 60,000 birds until she finds it? 9 And when she finds it, her daughter summons her friends and neighbors and she says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my glasses which were lost.’ 10 In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents

It’s true- my parents migrated to Florida and directly before the migration, Mother was helping Em in her chicken house. The temp change from the current Arctic Circle we are living in to the inside of the chicken house is significant and caused her glasses to fog up. So Mother hurriedly stuffed them in her pocket and went about her chores aaaaaaand realized about 3/4 of the way around the outside of the 600 ft house that she’d lost something important.

Praise the Lord on the 3rd round of retracing her steps, the lost was found and after a good scrubbing-the glasses were heading south.

My parents, the famous glasses, a gulf sunset, and “our first ever selfie”

My Ben friend brought my dreams of seeing Blackwater Falls in the wintertime to life this past weekend. It was even more gorgeous than I’d imagined. Bless him 🥰

Just wow. Thank you Jesus for creating such beauty ❤️

It was also more of a health hazard than I’d imagined. All 200 steps were covered with a snow ice glaze that made them very treacherous.

Our travel companions created quite a stir as Deb hauled Sweet Baby A along with ease. What an adventure.

The ice snow glaze over the entire countryside turned the world into the most gorgeous place and made our travel breathtaking.

I’m so thankful to have a Heavenly Father who cares about little things like lost glasses, and a girl’s dreams of seeing a mountain waterfalls in the wintertime and provides the right thing at the right time.

Thanks for rejoicing with us,


Bonus Pic:

Same Day in Feb, Same sweet nephews, Different year 💙💙

Cats, Sacks, Gals, Van- Needing Rescued by a Man

As Juanita was walking down Mole Hill

She met a stranded van heading for Newville

The stranded van held 12 thankful gals

The 12 gals had 4 mysterious sacks

The 4 sacks had 6 organic cats

The rescuers were more than one man (3 to be exact)

Cats, Sacks, Gals, Van

I wonder if you’re following still-

How many were walking down Mole Hill?

My morning started early. I flew around the kitchen grabbing my standard cup of coffee and a quick bite. I checked my phone and the radar looked like the projected winter ice storm was yet to arrive. I started my van to clear the windshield of yesterday’s winter weather. And I was off in good time. 4:19 a.m.

The roads weren’t a problem as I headed to the other side of the county to load up my first passenger and her boxes. Apparently someone put an ad in the Lancaster Farming “cats wanted”. My friends were about the 40th to respond to the ad. (Surprise) and there was no longer a cat deficiency, but they knew of someone else who wanted 6 female cats. And since these came from an organic farm-I guess that makes them certified organic lol Either way-we carefully loaded the cat boxes in the van’s box and hurried on. Meowing as we went.

Great spelling of organic KH 🙄

Picking up passengers always adds a lot of time to a travel day, but this one was moving along until-whoops fishtailed around a corner and ummmm power braked to stop at Dry River.

I realized that I was in an H.O.T (heap of trouble) about the time I started up Mole Hill. But I bravely continued only to spin out partway up the climb. The road was a sheet of ice.

I knew it wasn’t going to be a problem tho-because I could just back down. Wrong. Every time I hit the brakes to slow the descent, the back of the van would slide to the side of the road. The worst part of the process was this “Hey Kendra, can you see the 15 ft drop off we are rapidly sliding towards?” I couldn’t actually. But I stopped attempting to be strong and independent and did what any girl would do. I phoned up my dad.

He sounded wide awake for it being 5 a.m, and he didn’t hesitate “sit tight, I’ll be right there”

So there we sat.

While he donned his crocs (appropriate foot gear 🥴) de-iced his pickup, loaded a chain, and slipped and slid our way.

We sat helplessly as a tractor delivered more passengers who were anticipating heading to Newville PA to sort clothes for CAM.

We sat helplessly as a Ford Explorer inched down the hill and tooted the horn merrily as it passed by on the other side.

We sat helplessly as my cousin and her dad walked past armed with fresh cups of coffee heading for the dairy barn.

We sat helplessly as our knight in shining armor crocs slid past us in his pickup fishtailing as he went. He turned around, slid past us again and opted that a tractor was a better option for rescue equipment this round.

The rest of the story is fairly anticlimactic. My dad, my uncle, and a neighbor helped get my van on safer ground and after careful discussion, we decided to try to head to PA another day.

So with the pickup as pilot car, I carefully eased back down off of Mole Hill, retracing my steps.

(At one point, I went a different route than the pilot car and it was a good thing. He called with a road report and all I heard was “oh shoot,shoot,shoot… wooosh, I just shot through the stop sign at Bank Church and ended up in the field.” Well then)

So now I’m back to sitting…. beside my woodstove, rejoicing in God’s provision.

And if any of you have need for an organic cat or 6, I can save you an ad in the Lancaster Farming-these are boxed and ready to go.

Enjoy this wintery day,


Bonus Pics:

Such a beautiful winter wonderland around here

📸 credit: an Airbnb guest

Will You Beef My Valentine?

Last winter, somewhere between the new relationship “what do you get a guy for Valentines Day” status and up-all-night-with-preemie-twins-might-as-well-surf-the-internet syndrome I came across a website with the solution for Valentines Day. A beef jerky bouquet.

It really was ingenious and it got me thinking-instead of ordering one-could I create one?

I collected supplies (and my sisters) and as I remember, we threw the bouquets together while the twins were sleeping and barely got the mess cleaned up before it was time to feed them again. Ah those were the days.

This year, I came across the matching stainless cup to the one that held Ben’s “beefquet” last year just in time to remind me to do this again.

I’m not a meat sculptor by any part of imagination, but these jerky flowers are easy and fun to make.

I just snip tiny “V”s to make the petals and tack another smaller piece on with a toothpick to create depth. The stems are Jack Links sausages.

Add some string cheese and little packages of Sharp Cheddar cheese ( if your bf has preferences like my Ben friend) and you’re all set.

I’m sorry but I just couldn’t wait til Sunday to give this to him 🙈🤷🏻‍♀️😂

1 Cor 13:4 Love is patient,love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking,it is not easily angered,it keeps no record of wrongs.6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. 8 Love never fails.

Happy Valentines Weekend,


Reel Fishy Guests ⛄️🎣🎣

I’d rather be fishing

Most of the time

Morning or evening

Rain or shine

Just show me the tackle

Give me some bait

Let me go fishing

The rest can wait

I’ll catch ‘em

And clean ‘em

I’ll cook ‘em up fast

But once we start eating

They surely won’t last

I’d rather be fishing

Wouldn’t you know

Morning or evening

Rain or snow

-Author Unknown

Bonus Pics:

This snowy weekend was such much fun. Quality time with these little men is always a highlight:

Sweet Baby A
The twins and their beloved ladybug tent

The only downside to my beautiful weekend: my Ben friend spent many snowy hours out making travel possible for the rest of the world… thankful for him and his comrades who do a great job at clearing the roads ❤️

Lessons from my woodstove

“Is the wood stove going?” That’s about the first question that greets me every morning when I emerge from my downstairs bedroom.

“Ish” is usually the reply, because unless I get up in the middle of the night and throw another log on, my little stove is usually down to ashes and a few bright coals.

“Running a wood stove is a lot of work” I commented as I poured myself a cup of coffee. “I’m going down to encourage it”

My mom brought her coffee and joined me. “It’s not work, it’s a lesson in diligence” she said

This got my brain rolling… a wood stove does teach all sorts of life lessons. Here’s what we came up with, I’d love to hear from you if you care to add to the list:

Spread warmth and cheer equally to everyone near by. This wood stove isn’t partial- its happy to share with anyone and everyone.

Take the time to savor. My stove was a gift from my parents and it has a glass door. I love nothing more than watching the flames dance on a cold morning. In fact, my mom got out of bed to drink a cup of coffee with me before I left for Lancaster earlier this week. We chatted and watched the flames before I had to rush off. Isn’t that what everyone does at 3:30 in the morning? 😂 (she’s a rare gem, also there’s a reason I still live at home😉❤️)

A little honest dirt never hurt anybody. (Continually fighting the ashes and dust over here.)

Where there’s smoke, there could be fire- proceed with caution. I wonder how often the winds of gossip fan a smoldering situation into full blown flames. Oh God, forgive us.

Play with fire/ wind up burnt. When the nephews come to visit, we try to protect them from this reality. The stove is forbidden territory-stay away.

Embrace each season. Winter is my least favorite season, but I’m learning to enjoy the beauty here. (Especially from my easy chair beside my wood stove.)

If you need me, I don’t plan to roam far from this spot 😂🥶

May our eyes be opened to see deeper truths in the mundane of the everyday.


Bonus Pics:

My Ben friend conned me into leaving my beloved wood stove for a bit of winter exploration.

We found plenty of winter on Skyline Drive.

Em and I and River took to the ice a bit ahead of what was sensible just because it’s supposed to snow like mad and it’s been years since Em enjoyed a surgery free winter and was able to ice skate. PtL for healing ❤️

And finally… the change in the air temp created a beautiful eventide a few days ago.

Mexico’s Meditations

[Jesus] said “ Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest.” Mark 6:31

For the past week, Em and I have been savoring some sister time and following that verse to the max.

A friend posted some cheap travel deals on Facebook and we waded in not knowing what to expect.

We purchased an all inclusive 7 night stay at the Ventus at Marina El Cid; Puerto Morelos, Mexico and what a treat it was.

I’d never been to an all inclusive resort before, so I have nothing to compare it to, but the cleanliness of the place; the dedicated, hardworking staff; and the perfect climate made this an adventure I won’t soon forget.

There was plenty to do on the resort, but I’m in a complete glee that we got to join a bike riding tour that took us into town to souvenir shop at the market. I just love market shopping.

At one point our guide had us riding in the middle of a dirt road. “Make a line!” She shouted “Stay in the middle of the road!”

And an older gentleman on the bike ride quipped “In the middle of the road?! Confucius said ‘He who rides bike in the middle of the road gets hit by cars going both ways’!” 😂😂 Thankfully we survived.

I really enjoyed the large variety of cuisine the resort offered. We mostly ate seafood and more seafood.

The weather all week was a mild mid 70s and the resort had pools that ranged in temp for the optimum swimming pleasure. And the Gulf water was gorgeous

Also I love this little sis of mine ❤️ She’s the perfect addition to any adventure.

Also huge thanks to the family who not only consented to us going, but pushed us to do so. If I remember right the exact quote was “that is a crazy deal, why have you not left yet?!” ❤️

But most of all, Praise to our Heavenly Father, who spoke life into this gorgeous creation and who speaks life into our hearts at the best time. This time away from the strain of the everyday life was a good refocus for us.

God knows no limits. Whatever you’re up against, He will provide. It might not always be in the form of a trip to Cancun, but it will always be the appropriate provisions.

All praise, glory, and honor to the Almighty,


Little Sprouts of all Kinds

Isaiah 61: 11 For as the soil makes the sprout come up and a garden causes seeds to grow, so the Sovereign Lord will make righteousness and praise spring up before all nations.

Yesterday I went to the concordance to see what Scripture said about sprouts. Isaiah 61 spoke to my heart in more ways than about my sprout project. If you need a reminder of where the Lord stands on Justice, read the entire chapter. I’m so thankful that He is in control and that even when our world seems to be in chaos, nothing surprises God and He’s already working ahead of the situation to provide for His Children. Praise Him!

But back to my sprout project: over Christmas when the Rohrer Fam got together, I was supposed to bring toppings for a salad bar. I remembered my mom‘s little container of organic alfalfa sprouts seeds sitting in a forgotten spot in the cupboard. So we did a little bit of research to resurrect the art and I’ve been growing sprouts 1000 mile an hour ever since. 😂

It’s super simple.

Soak a Tablespoon of seeds in a glass jar of cold water for about 8 hours. (Cover the jar with something breathable/drainable like cheese cloth)

Drain and place jar on its side in a cool, dark spot. (Or sit it on the cabinet with a tea towel over it)

Rinse with warmish water multiple times a day. 2 times is good, 4 or 5 times is best. Drain after each rinse.

Several days later (like 4 or 5) once the sprouts have reached desired length, place them in the sunshine for the chlorophyll process to take place. Or if you don’t mind eating washed out sprouts just use them as is.

Store them in the fridge in an air tight container.

Repeat. 😂

But seriously, we’ve been enjoying them on salads and Sweet Lebanon Bologna sandwiches and everything in between.



Bonus Pic:

Em: cute outfits, where are they from?

Jul: I ordered them online for the boys to wear on their first Sunday to church when they were newborn. All I know is that Chinese must have big babies.

Sharp dressed little sprouts

Deb is back at Berea teaching school 2 afternoons a week, so Mother and I have been enjoying the chance to hang out with Sweet Baby A. He’s a young sprout, but not a very little one 😂 it won’t be long until he’s caught up with Uriah ❤️

Allll the Handmade Gifts

I don’t know if it was because of the slower pace last year, or what, but Christmas 2020 ended up being a lot about handmade gifts.

Some I knew plenty about:

Like this quilt that I made for Ben.

Years ago, I had the patches half done when a number of unfortunate events resulted in water spilled on a few of the unfinished patches and magically erased the blue marking on them. So I shelved them in despair.

Long story short, my mom encouraged me to pull them out and with a few hours of concentration, I was back in business, with the deadline of Christmas 2020 looming ahead.

A neighbor machine quilted it for me, and I was pretty excited about Christmas.

Grammy made the boys each an activity book. She spent hours creating each page with love.

It was fun to watch their reactions. It’s definitely a little over their heads now, but I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before they are “reading” away.

Aunt Jul gave Alexander one of her famous handmade bears. She puts a music box inside him, so he sings. I know Baby A will love it.

Another project I was slightly involved with is Ben’s railroad spike project.

I spent a fair amount of time on an old abandoned railroad last summer in quest of discarded spikes.

Pretty tickled the end results of his surprise for his nieces and nephews too 🥰

And the handmade gift that I knew nothing about:

Julia had my name in our family exchange and she made me a wood box out of a wooden bed. I’m so pleased with it 🥰

I’m also pleased with the little beavers inside the box, but I’m not allowed to keep them 😂

I love how handmade gifts reflect unique talents. And it’s pretty neat how much of that came out in Christmas 2020.

Wishing you the deep calm assurance that God is working ahead of us in 2021.

Happy New Year,


Happy Birthday, Uriah and Isaiah

Last Christmas Julia and Sherman were given the most amazing Christmas gift.

It was such a perfect gift for them that it inadvertently was gifted to each of our family as well.

The gift didn’t get broken or worn out. We all enjoyed it as much as we wanted all year long. And it’s still going strong one year later.

Uriah watches Isaiah face plant

Happy Happy Birthday Buddies 💙💙

Uriah, left. Isaiah right
Isaiah left, Uriah right
Uriah left, Isaiah right

A local seamstress contacted Em and got measurements for the boys and whipped these adorable outfits up for them as they came home from the hospital

Uriah eyes the baby (literally) Isaiah right

“Were we actually this small?”

Such incredible changes in one year.

Uriah left, Isaiah right

Such an immeasurable amount of joy in one year.

Uriah left, Isaiah right

Such a wonderful and timely gift 💙

Uriah left, Isaiah right

Here’s to the next and the next and the next years of enjoying our favorite Christmas gifts 💙💙

Uriah and too much birthday

But first, I think a naps in order 😂

Happy Birthday, Uriah and Isaiah

Luv you,

Aunt Ken

Bonus pics:

Another pic of Sweet Baby A getting all the hands on attention from his eager cousins 🥰😂

Family Nativity; Take One

One of Emily’s friends is overseas for the holidays and her support team asked Em to come up with something for one of the 12 days of Christmas.
We kicked a number of ideas around, but eventually settled on an attempt at a nativity scene-babies and puppies included.

What a joke!

We barely were able to get my dad out of the combine seat in time for the pics, so Joseph is a little unsure about his role in all this.

Juls German Shepherd, Dora was frantic that her puppies were in inside the house without her and she kept jumping on the front door, so the German Shepherds were protesting loudly.

The American Shepherds had no idea what was going on, so the one sat in stunned silence while the redhead added his voice to the din-ready to tell the world what he was experiencing.

The angel flitted here and there and the wisewomen rushed back and forth bearing gifts and roadmaps.

The onlookers (aka photographer and videographer) tried to give helpful advice.

And thru it all Mary and Baby Jesus stayed calm and serene.

In the mayhem, I just shook my head.

But then it hit me. There are so many points in our little family skit that made this real to life.
Here we are- made up of drama and brokenness and uncertainty; distracted occasionally by the wolf at the door; but still earnestly seeking to capture that Perfect Peace.

What a reason to celebrate that precious gift ❤️ THE Prince of Peace

Merry Christmas,

Kendra for the entire family

Bonus Pics:

If you have 5 minutes and think I was exaggerating that this process was chaotic: watch The nativity video here

We had the most gorgeous snow recently including the chance to explore it in the mountains. Now this is the type of winter I could get excited about 🥰

And finally- my new favorite pic: