The talk around the hospital was about angles. Physical therapy said my mother-in-law was doing great. They were hoping for 120 degrees of motion in her knee yesterday, and she got to 100. After PT, I had to massage the Charlie horse out of her calf, because her leg had gone through quite a stretch. The Holy Spirit is of… Read More
Trusting God with Money Stuff
My first car didn’t have power steering. It was a ’67 Chevy, with bench seats and an 8-track player, from which I played Barry Manilow at full volume. I was a young girl, and he wrote songs, of love and special things, that made me cry. You didn’t try to eat a soft-serve cone while driving that car, because it… Read More
Actions To Help Us Stay Sane, Calm Even
Yesterday I thought my brain or my heart might explode. One or the other or possibly both simultaneously. It’s when you have your baby about to graduate. At the same time you sit in a courtroom to watch your friends officially adopt their 4-year-old foster son. At the same time your job changes a bit (found out I’ll be teaching… Read More
The Secret of Stepping off The Anxiety-Go-Round
Interesting point in the sermon Saturday night, from that preacher man of mine. (My uncle mocked my reference to the “preacher man”, and I told him he was saying it wrong. It’s preacher man, the way a teenage girl says a guy’s name because she hopes he asks her to the prom or even notices her from across the room…. Read More
Who Can Show Us Any Good?
If a blog post could somehow be a steaming latte in your favorite flavor (coconut milk for my friend who can’t have dairy), I would surprise you at work with 16 ounces today, along with a high-calorie glazed doughnut and a long hug. Because it seems like most everybody in my little circle is having a hard, hard time. There… Read More
Who Is God When Your Heart Is Heavy?
It was 1:30 a.m., and I was awake worrying about…things. You know how it is, because you have your own stuff on your mind this week that keeps making your shoulders sag and your sighs loud. I got out of bed, to move around and try to get my thoughts going in a different direction, but I couldn’t shift my… Read More
Worried That You’ll Never Arrive?
These blog posts come to you from an imposing, six-foot long, solid oak desk that my parents bought me years ago as a housewarming gift. (Mom wanted to get me a dining room table, but when I went table shopping I saw this desk and oh the love.) In the desk, there are three drawers on the right and two… Read More
The Secret to Not Being Afraid
I suppose I get it from my dad, this practical side of me. Quite a few years ago he installed a hand wringer on the front of the house, so when he washed and dried the cars he could wring out the chamois. We all thought it was such a great piece of décor, as you can imagine. One summer… Read More
Worrying about Someone?
This weekend I drove away from my mother and my daughter, and I think there should be a law against that. I drove to Wyoming by myself, to visit my mom, and we had the most wonderful time. She took me to a little place in Lander called The Middle Fork, where I ate the most delicious asparagus quiche. The… Read More
Worrying You Might Miss God’s Plan?
After stopping at my daughter and son-in-law’s apartment in Bozeman, the halfway point on my way to visit my mom in Wyoming, I packed up my suitcase in the morning and pulled it over snow-covered sidewalks to my car. Driving out of the parking lot, I took the detour around a construction site on the MSU campus. There wasn’t much… Read More