Roger Ellsworth

Fading Lines, Unfading Hope Roger Ellsworth

We had to spend quite a bit time in the barn on the little family farm that I called home during my childhood years. The cows had to be milked each morning and evening. That barn was already old and rickety when my dad bought the farm. In wintertime the wind would whistle through the cracks in those barn walls and chill us to the bone. My dad's remedy for the problem was to nail cardboard over those cracks. That certainly didn't make the barn cozy and warm, but it helped!

Enjoy these easy-to-read short devotions by Roger Ellsworth--and a good cup of coffee at the same time!