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…
Yesterday my fingers were purple, and a good Montanan knows why. Huckleberries. Our family drove into the mountains (don’t be thinkin’ I can give you details of the location of our huck spot) where we bent over in the brush and braved horse flies for two hours, all for three quarts of berries. These will grace the tops…
I had a hard day. Matt called me when I was driving home, and I blubbered all of it to him. Apologized. Hung up. Then I got home and cried some more. Pulled it together to go get pizza and enjoy it with the family, until the layered stressors of the day crawled up my…
I would like to celebrate making it to “August 12” in the one-year Bible my mom gave me two Christmases ago. (Snails do get where they need to go, even if their pace is not spectacular.) I have plowed through the drudgery of Leviticus and Numbers, skipped lightly over the genealogies of Chronicles (I pray…
I was down on my knees folding socks and underwear and a mound of old dishrags with frayed edges. And I was praying. Because laundry is a simple, quiet activity that leaves room for a woman to bend her knees in the holy sanctuary of God’s presence. I started with anxious words about future events….
When my son comes home I know it, because the car stops in the garage and then I can feel the bass from his music. I have suggested that perhaps if I can hear his music from inside the house it is a bit too loud. (You know how he looks at me.) The thing…
What ordinary obedience do you have that, in time, God could make big? (This video is dear to my heart, as I have been to Kampala where this beautiful child snuggled up close to me one whole evening and melted my heart.)
I have a dear friend who owns her own paint color wheel, and when she walks into Columbia Paints they call out her name in a hello. So I casually wished aloud to paint my living room and begged her to take over. She pretty much told me we were going to be painting this week….
We did it. We finally found a sport I enjoy and can perform without looking like a complete idiot. Our friends loaned us their kayaks, and we went to Tally Lake yesterday for a family day on the water. I was smiling from the second I sat down in the kayak. It was a perfect…
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