I sat in American history class in college, furiously taking notes, but every time the teacher paused I doodled on the side of the paper. Matthew Matthew Fitzwater Mrs. Matthew Fitzwater Christy Fitzwater In cursive. In print. Encased in hearts. With swirls and loops. Should I write the F the unique way he does? (I decided…
Why does one woman suffer with diabetes her entire life while another is healthy? Why does one woman lose her house in a fire while another woman’s house stands? Why does one woman wait longingly to see one positive pregnancy strip while another woman drives a van full of kids? I made a discovery in…
Sunday we loaded up the car and drove to our favorite little park in Lakeside, on Flathead Lake. From there we took a leisurely stroll (1.6 miles –we know because afterward Matt had to clock it) on the road that hugs the lake. It was the perfect day, with not a cloud in the sky…
While Jayme studied in the eleventh hour for a macroeconomics final, I grabbed cleaning supplies and started working. Room inspection by the dorm resident assistant would be in an hour and a half, and I figured I could easily whip the room into shape by then. I whetted a paper towel and began swiping out…
I recently received an email from a friend, with three words that kept me going at a time when I wanted to give up writing. Amazing the power in three words coming to me at just the right time. I have been learning recently that we are not to seek the approval of others, as we serve Christ, yet the…
I’m always worried that God will make me do stuff I hate. Like when I used to go to my grandma’s house and she kept trying to get me to eat tomatoes. One time she even attempted to win me over by sprinkling tomato slices with sugar, but I still hated them! My preacher husband has been…
So I’m trying to read the Bible through, and I’m never going to make it. Partly because a few days ago I read something that made me raise my hand and ask, What about me, Lord? For the next two days I picked up the Bible and started in that same place to read it again….
My daughter hates writing papers. She expresses herself well, but every sentence she writes comes slowly and with great labor. So she was thrilled when her literature professor in college declared the final would be an eight-page paper they could work on for two weeks and email to him when the final was due. This…
Dear friends, If you’ve been reading my blog post these past three weeks, you know I have gone down to the bottom emotionally and then up again. You’ve probably thought, This girl needs counseling. Well, I sleep with a licensed professional counselor every night, and that hasn’t seemed to help. Anyhoo… Thank you for sticking…
Wednesday was time to practice. For days God had been hurling information at me about my unhealthy need to get approval from people, and I was taking notes as fast as I could. Then it was 4:00 on Wednesday afternoon, two and a half hours before I would teach a room full of about 50…
The following is going to be very academic and possibly boring, but I am on a quest to discover what in the world God wants me to do with this desire for approval that seems to cripple me at every turn. The following is me reasoning my way through the Scriptures… Fact #1 I am not permitted…
I sat on the couch yesterday morning, with my Bible in one hand and a hot cup of coffee in the other. (Always these two things go together.) And I told God of this black hole I have inside of me that pulls for approval. I feel like I should just walk around with a…
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