A Link for You to Ponder on This Sunday Morning
Maybe the best thing we can do on a Sunday is to look at pretty pictures and remember God made every good thing.
Maybe the best thing we can do on a Sunday is to look at pretty pictures and remember God made every good thing.
I have a guest writer today. Erin is a good friend of mine and is soon to be a cousin-in-law to my daughter. God has been completely transforming Erin over the last few years, and it has been thrilling to watch. She recently told me a story that touched me so much I asked her…
Would you have imagined that a loaf of homemade bread could send me into a crumpled pile of tears on the couch? My brother would say, Yes, please tell me what does not send you to tears, dear sister. But ignore my brother. We got a call last week that a very close family friend…
Here I will reveal to you a bit of my childhood fantasy, as there were two stories I was a part of when I was growing up. The first was Charlie’s Angels. My two friends pretended they were Jill and Kelly. I was Sabrina, with her gravely voice and stunning good looks. I was also…
A friend made herself comfortable in my living room a few evenings ago, delighted to discover the loveseat she chose to sit in was actually a rocker. (I was a little worried she might still be there come morning.) The other girls filled mugs with decaf coffee, and soon we were all cozied up in…
A friend at church asked when my daughter is getting married. I said, May 25, and her eyes got big. She said, Oh, that’s really soon. Like I should be scared. So I was scared. I had one of those talks with God where he sits calmly in the chair and I pace all around…
When my mother-in-law sold her wooded 72 acres in Kila, Montana, one of our tasks was to clean out the garage and pack everything. But the garage had become home to a few pack rats. Bile just rose in my throat. Have you ever experienced pack rats? The huge nests they build out of everything…
In Montana there is a rule: The man with the ice-worthy shoes must support the woman who wore the lovely black dress shoes with the ridiculously inappropriate slick soles. Thus, as we walked into church a few days ago, my preacher husband slowed his pace and offered his steel-reinforced arm while I slipped and slid…
My parents have a massive bedroom that runs the length of their garage, ending in a large bay window that lets in the light. It’s a large and inviting space for us to gather and open Christmas presents. This room is also where my nieces sleep on pallets laid out on the floor at night…
I don’t recognize the number when my phone rings, but I’m not surprised to hear it’s the public health nurse on the other end. One of my students has a confirmed case of pertussis. Even though I’m healthy it has been suggested I start an antibiotic just in case. Every teacher of this student gets…
This is a formal apology to my father: We sat at Mr. D’s Grocery Store in Lander, Wyoming, waiting for the barista to finish a big espresso order before we could place ours. Dad sat in between me and my 19-year-old daughter. I had offered to make Daylight Donuts Coffee at home, but he insisted…
Is your only purpose to build a tower?
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