I was finishing up my bowl of mini-wheats, which means coffee and Bible reading was next in my morning routine. But I was hit by an unexpected feeling of boredom. Last week I started a slow read through the book of John, which is my favorite gospel, but I’ve read it a lot. There wasn’t…
We finished going through the song a second time, and I asked if she had a voice teacher. When she said no, I asked if I could make a few suggestions before we ran through her solo again. “I think you need to sing these two words loud and forcefully because of what they’re saying,”…
For the next two weeks, I’m taking a rest from writing and am enjoying the holidays with my family. (Isn’t it good to rest from our normal routines?) But I have pulled up a few blog posts from the archives and have enjoyed tweaking them a little. I thought this was a good one to…
It was a simple assignment. To be honest, I thought my students could use some no-brainer activity as we wound down toward the holidays. In their more academic classes, they were facing finals and end-semester projects, so I thought I could make life easier in the world of Spanish. So there were 25 Spanish sentences…
You know that lady at Costco who has the clicker in her hand as you come in? Counting people. Wednesday was like that for me. One click for a voicemail to our daughter. One click for a question to the school secretary. Two clicks for greeting the lunch ladies. One click for a message to…
I caught a few lines of a song the other day (although I didn’t realize how raunchy and godless it was until I investigated it further, so yeah -not sharing it with you.) But it caught my attention because the artist sang a question and then an answer, repeating this over and over. It made…
I was fascinated by Helen Keller when I was younger and even made an attempt to learn sign language after hearing her story. Can you picture the scene when Helen, after her years in complete silence, finally understands the meaning of the letters her teacher is making in her hand? That’s how I felt after…
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…
I know you’ve been waiting anxiously to hear this from me, and here it is: I finished reading the One-Year Bible! (confetti, confetti, confetti) It took me a few years to do it (Matt reminds me a few means three), but you know some of us read the Bible the way your preschooler hurries when…
We sat through all those classes, and then I slept through her birth. That little bit of Demerol knocked me out, and all that practice breathing was a waste. I was quite awake for the boy’s birth, though. Then I understood why, with such hard-hitting pain, people had to give me instructions on how to…
I used to set my alarm. When it went off, I would quietly grab my Bible and slip out into the hallway so I wouldn’t wake up my roommate. Our room was in the “T”, which meant it was at the end of the long hall and around the corner, so it was very quiet….
I am the perfect or the most annoying person to watch a movie with. I scream or cry or draw blood from the arm next to me at just the right moments. More than anything I love a good story. But sometimes when your to-do list says “clean toilets” again it’s hard to imagine your…
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