Emily Rodewald

The Fruit

I have two sons, George and Oliver. They are strong-willed, sensitive, wild and crazy. They wrestle, fight, and call each other names. While I am writing this to you, Oliver is shooting nerf darts at my back and George is reading over my shoulder. To assure George I am not just writing about their poorContinue reading “The Fruit”

Every Second

Busy cleaning the house and taking down the remnants of Christmas stockings and mistletoe hangings, we made the bold transition from listening to Christmas music for the past two, let’s be honest, three months, to worship music. George was sitting at the counter while “Lord I Need You,” by Matt Maher was playing in theContinue reading “Every Second”