Know God. Live Big.
I waited a long time in the Wal-Mart check-out line, listening to the couple in front of me argue heatedly with each other about the expense of a guinea pig cage. Trying to look anywhere but at them, I saw all around me was Christmas. Huge inflatable yard ornaments. Wreath hangers. Christmas trees. Right next to me was a… Read More
“Have you seen them?” the Costco checker asked the woman behind me in line. “The Christmas trees they just put out?” It was September. I might as well confess that the dresser drawers in my office are starting to fill with gifts. Amazon is already bringing treasures that I’m squirreling away for December, and I’ve seen Facebook posts telling me… Read More
Energy. I had been going and going for days. Come last Wednesday evening the thought of teaching dozens of energetic kids at church almost made me ill. My prayer was a groan –a desperate plea for the energy to “be on” one more time and with gusto. When those sweet monkeys finally piled into my circus, it was fantastic. God’s… Read More
They started talking about how crowded our school was back in May, and my brilliant mind told a story of how I would have to go back to my tiny classroom–no wait–maybe I wouldn’t even have a classroom and would have to travel to borrowed rooms, since I was a part-time teacher. Cue full-blown panic. I do panic well. But… Read More
My brain is going to explode. For so long, I guess since the kids left home, my calendar has been blissfully quiet and slow –just the way my introverted, home-body soul likes it. But I have some new irons in the fire these days. These are lovely irons to which God has directed me, but they require time commitments that… Read More
Google calendar groaned just now, as I hit add, add, add. My life has been hard work this summer but fairly simple, and now it’s not. Now there is school, which comes with rapid-fire meetings, retreats, luncheons, and to-do lists. And we’re making a quick run to Wyoming for my mom’s retirement party. Then AWANA starts. And all of the… Read More
I painted for nine hours on Monday –Sherwin-Williams’ Cloverdale gray. The Lord gifted me with a cool, overcast day in the middle of August, and I wasn’t about to waste it. In mid afternoon, after about six hours of painting, two neighbor ladies passed by the house on their walk. “Hey, that looks like fun!” they said. “Yeah, fun,” I… Read More
Grandma occasionally went to the newspaper office and asked for scrap paper end pieces. In the days before sticky notes, this was the paper she used to make grocery lists and to leave notes on the door, for campers in the camper court, that promised when she would be returning to her office (a.k.a., kitchen). I used to beg to… Read More
I sat down at the computer last week and wrote the very exciting email to you, that my third book just hit the presses. Woohoo! Except I wanted to insert an image of the book into the email and soon hit a brick wall of ignorance. The image was on my Google drive and I needed it somewhere else. Depending… Read More
If you want to see me, Christy Fitzwater, in the place where I feel most comfortable in my own skin, most joyful, and most authentic, then you’re going to have to sit in on my Wednesday night class when I teach children the Bible. I’ve been trying to dissect why that half an hour with third and fourth graders feels… Read More