Winter

Today big snowflakes dropping at unusual speed. Beautiful white one of a kind, one-of-a-kind, and hung on a sky-blue background. Our lovely big old farmhouse stood being recognized, comforting art within itself. And being in the dead of winter, sleigh riding in a one horse open sleigh. Bells strung around the big wood sleigh and horses groomed to follow lead in a prance to guide the sled. The horse as well had jingle bells on its harness. Then of course the familiar all too safe Mennonite plain and simple life. Do gooders at heart in the future of what life sends us to engage our own likeness to be living on earth as it would be in heaven. Before long those riding in a one horse open sleigh sang bells on bob tail ring.

  To those of us who come from plain not fancy folk. Thrive on Good will towards man.

  Away they went Jack Hershberger driving belting out some tunes in Pennsylvania Dutch. The moon shone down on twinkling fresh snow. Philip Bontrager kissed Fanny Miller gently on her cheek.

  She blushed ever so slightly, and rubbed it with her gloves.” Thank you Mr. Bontrager, your my favorite guy in this world. “

Dat not able to get far due to his gout in the left foot. It had become so painful he road all around the farm drive a pony he behind and Dat in it. His favorite day-to-day activities giving others orders to do his chores. He had his sons do all the work proud as ever of their accomplishments.

  For some unforeseen circumstances a lady just moved into the Homestead Hotel. She is living there as her apartment. She has her office rented next to the Veteran Clinic. And her expertise in healing animals and people. After moving into her new office, putting the finishing touches on. A small library there of natural healing techniques. Teas, poultices, and praying to heal, blessing your soul out to the body. Rejuvenate the cells into the next generation. Helping to possibly change health issues forever. Ivory Stoltzfus is her name. Healer by Trade, healing touch based.

  She is tall, femine, very smart about human nature. Blonde, green eyes, very pretty yet plain.

The lady ghost Presently living in there Phelisha Yoder she had told the . During a visit she had written a shaky hand writing . How they figured out it was her is they had set up a night camera. Then a lighted siloute has hovered around the dinner table where the journal lay open alongside it a pen to write with . She in ghost form at the area writing . Then softly move away up the stairs to an open stairwell. Drift up to a higher floor in a furnished room they presumed to be hers. Making it so by stories they had told about this entity living within their house.

  Minister James Bontrager, and wife Faith lived within the house sending messages of love through writing letters back to her. About the goodness of God . It hadn’t been long before she continued to contact them back from a realm called heaven here on earth. Much to their delight and the great joy of making friends. A large portion of their conversation came through symbolic words.

  Something about it made Faith buy a book to reference out of. Being an enthusiast of the subject matter on ghosts. She hung around to conclude an end story about her own experience in life.

  The story had been told in church . Afterwards drew out a lot of other stories about ghosts living amongst us. In turn Faith started writing about to make a book out of it.