My husband and I just returned from a research trip to beautiful Wisconsin where friendly residents helped us find answers to many family history questions. We spent tedious hours looking through documents from the mid-1800s at the Driftless Historium in Mt. Horeb and scrolling through microfilm in the archives at the Wisconsin Historical Society in Madison. It was a pleasure to meet new-found relatives including my third cousin who was born in the Stone House on Thanksgiving day 98 years ago (and the doctor stayed for dinner). We also enjoyed reminiscing about Kenya with missionary friends.

It would be wonderful if next harvest, instead of a pumpkin like this one in a Texas field, I’ll have in my hands book three of the Stone’s Hope Series.

Harvest time causes me to reflect on God’s provision in every aspect of my life. I am blessed!

Then shall the earth yield her increase; and God, even our own God, shall bless us. Psalm 67:6