So you know how I’ve been overwhelmed and stressed and not sleeping, with this new job prep and all? Well, that makes me want to hurt people. Hurting people did not make the fruits list. “The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.” (Galatians 5:22-23 NIV) I…
I was awake at 1:45 a.m., barely three hours into my night of sleep. Thinking. I wonder if that Spanish website will work. I’ll be back to square one if it doesn’t. Need to get the truck oil changed in Whitefish, but that will take two hours –can I afford two hours today? Should I…
I can barely breathe right now. I went from months of unemployed bliss and little responsibility to being employed as a teacher (so much work!) and getting ready to teach a Bible study for women on Wednesday nights. I guess somewhere in there people in this house are going to want clean underwear and milk…
My world has exploded into Spanish. The basement office is littered with textbooks, notecards, and sundry other Spanish teaching materials. I was hired in the eleventh hour to teach part time at the Christian high school here in town. I’m looking forward to being in the classroom, except in the moments when I break out into full…
I know it’s the middle of August, but when I came across these pictures and saw the attention God pays to the details of design, I wondered why I ever get stressed that God might not work out the details of my life. I mean really.
Usually I write about knowing God, but I’m departing a bit today to give you something too good not to share. My sister-in-law has had this insane job for over a decade –dorm director to over 200 guys every year. Now her own son is a senior and will be heading off to college in…
Yesterday morning we looked through the fence as we went by –fair week –and reminisced about how exciting it used to be when the kids were little and we paid way too much for them to wait too long in line for a few carnival rides. In the evening, we drove to Flathead Lake (the biggest…
Coming to a hill on a country lane yesterday, I drove past a little girl who was skipping full speed down the incline, long red hair flying out behind her and arms swinging. Thought number one, from the mom half of my brain: She might fall. Thought number two: She is the picture of joy,…
My daughter and I were having a lovely chat in the car, until I heard yelling from behind me. Our windows were rolled up, but I could hear a man screaming. When I looked in my rear-view there was a distinguished looking man, probably in his 50s, jabbing his finger out his window and cursing the…
My guys are hiking the Alpine Trail, while us girls are thrift store hopping. (Boy, are we tired carrying around our bag of clothes. I totally scored a Banana Republic pencil skirt!) My son got a cell signal on one mountain peak and gave me a holler. He sounds tired. They hiked six miles the first…
[To my guy readers, a heads up that this blog post includes decidedly female imagery. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.] Last week was so intense, at one point I looked at my daughter and said, Tomorrow’s blog post is going to be titled “The Day I Died from Stress.” She said, No, mom. On…
My friend and I agree that we like a nice, clean swimming pool where we can see the bottom. No ocean for us –too deep and too many unknowns. But will I live that philosophy in following Christ? No way. Give me a vast sea and all the risk that goes with it. What’s your…
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