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Newspaper Press Kit for Hunt the Straight Path Home
Please allow me to introduce myself: My name is Rebekah Binkley Montgomery. I am the author of Hunt the Straight Path Home, (published by Abundance Books) a coming-of-age novel set in 1917 in Rockford, Ohio. The Kindle version of Hunt the Straight Path Home was...
The Clapboard House
Hunt the Straight Path Home is the story of a fictional family set in real places. Much of the story takes place on the Burger Homestead on Stringtown Road. Click here to order To my knowledge, no family named Burger homesteaded on Stringtown Road. But there IS a...
Eight-in-one Cookies
All cookies are best hot from the oven, so I mix up this entire batch, divide it into eight, 1-cup sections, make each section into a long roll about 1-inch in diameter, and freeze each roll in separate zipper bags. When I am expecting guests or I feel like baking...
Can You Have Too Much of a Good Thing?
In the Bible, fresh from slavery, the children of Israel reminisced about the good old days of mud brick quotas and "sitting around the fleshpots of Egypt." (I’m taking a leap here, but I picture "sitting around the fleshpots" as Egyptian chariots encircling...
A Handful of Mud
Photo by Debi Squire At daybreak on Friday of creation, the Lord God Almighty reached out of heaven and took a handful of clay‑-red clay, a plentiful type containing grit for strength but stubborn to mold. However He is patient. He spoke every other element in...
The Death of Little Miss Perfect
Photo by Debi Squire It must be hard to be Little Miss Perfect. I’m guessing about that. I wouldn’t know. I’m an imperfect perfectionist. That’s hard enough. My parents didn’t put unrealistic expectations on me. Did they expect me to walk on water? Heal the sick?...
Squash or Gourds?
Photo by Debi Squire When we lived on the farm, Hubby planted a garden enough to feed a small third world nation. Once the seeds were in the ground, weed control was all mine. While our babies slept, I’d charge forth to battle weeds. I couldn’t help but marvel over...
Raccoon Raid
Photo by Daleen Keithley A gang of hungry racoons taught me peace needs to be defended. John and I stared at our ravaged sweet corn patch. What a mess!” The rest of the garden was untouched, but little handprints in the mud told the tale: Raccoons had been in the...
Pursing Joy
Don't pursue joy: Pursue Christ. If you seek the gift alone, it will flee from you. If you seek Christ alone, the gift will come to you. Seek the Giver: not the gift. You were created for Joy. Look for Him.
Squash or Gourds?
When we lived on the farm, Hubby planted a garden big enough to feed a small third world nation. Once the seeds were in the ground, hoeing was all mine. While our babies slept, I’d charge forth to battle weeds. I couldn’t help but marvel over the Divine enchantment...