Elizabeth Boyd

writes from Harpswell, Maine.

Will I Feel at Home There?

As I walk through the seasons of my life here on this old New England farm, I wonder about the home Jesus has gone to prepare for me. Here in Maine I love watching the moonrise over Casco Bay, and the honking of the Canada geese as they arrive in the springtime. Come fall they wave goodbye on their way south. I love the spicy smell of autumn and the swirl of red and gold leaves. I love Friday night in my country kitchen with the smell of fresh baked bread. I love friends who sing around the grand piano and bless this old house with laughter and smiles. I love the perfume of the lilacs that bloom on the east side of the big white house in springtime. I love my …

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