Know God. Live Big.
We’ve been watching The Chosen video series. I admit that I was skeptical at first, because I generally don’t like anyone imposing on me their cinematic view of who Jesus is. But these shows are heart-melting good. Before I tell you why I like The Chosen, I need to tell you about the conversation Matt and I had over a Hallmark… Read More
I held my grandbaby on my hip for 15 minutes in the pharmacy line the other day, only to get to the front and be told the prescription that should have been done earlier wasn’t even filled yet. But while I was waiting in line, I read words that squeezed my heart. It was a handwritten note on a piece… Read More
A few friends have asked me recently, “Have you stopped writing?” I’ve been blogging for a decade and have written well over 1000 articles on my own website and contributing to others, but I’ve barely written anything over the last year. Except in my private Growth Book. King Solomon, with his special gift of wisdom, tells us there is a… Read More
Oh my goodness, I am Vicki! I thought to myself. With only a few hours left before 62 women were to show up at our church camp for the weekend retreat, I was staring down at a spiral notebook, with a page of final preparations that had to be completed. The women who had come early to help me were… Read More
We watched two different programs on television recently. One was about Chip and Joanna Gaines expanding their silo footprint, which included creating a Wiffle Ball field. The second program we watched was the track and field events in the Olympics, and it just so happens that our son-in-law went to school with the gold medal shot put athlete, Ryan Crouser…. Read More
Yesterday I drove down to get the mail. As I drove back home, I passed a little black girl who lives in our neighborhood. She waved an exuberant hello as I drove past, and I returned the wave. She made me smile. That’s when children came to mind. Children! I’ve been thinking like an adult for the last year, listening… Read More
Friday was my last day to teach high school Spanish, after eight years in a job that has challenged me at every turn but has offered some of the most rewarding work I’ve ever done. Next Wednesday I’ll walk in to the school, administer the final exam, enter grades, and walk away. This morning I opened my laptop and walked… Read More
I shake cumin into my palm and toss it into the crockpot. Looks like a teaspoon to me. Not much different with picture hanging, where I’ve never used a ruler or a level but have found eyeballing it to suffice. Close enough. “Does it look good to a man riding by on a horse?” my friend always used to say…. Read More
The mirror tells the story of what the last months have been like for me. Black circles under my eyes speak of little sleep and great strain and sorrow. Blog post after blog post about suffering, with seemingly no end to that cloudy theme. This morning I woke up and fought the familiar battle to get out of bed. You… Read More
I almost cried the first time I drove on the bypass. Seven minutes. It only took me six minutes to get from work south of town to Costco north of town. I love you, bypass. That’s been some years now, since we went all big city up here in northern Montana, and now the next phase of that road project… Read More