Okay, son, I just couldn’t do it. My lanky teenager came downstairs, and I said, “Look how much I’ve written of my blog post for tomorrow.” I had been successful in typing only the first letter of the title. He said, “This is how it’s done.” Then he turned my lap top and typed in…
I turned 45 yesterday. I tried on two shirts. The first went on and then came off quickly when it revealed that roll of flesh hanging over my waistline. The second shirt went on and remained in place when it promised the roll of flesh was our little secret. This is what it means to…
That man of mine swung home and took me out for lunch. It was just a quick bite at a fast food place, but it was a precious hour with him. Then there was the girl at the counter who looked at me with dead eyes and smiled not. Nor did she ask how she…
This is me opening my front door and inviting you in for a little party. Pretend my house is clean and there are homemade cream puffs and sugar cookies on the table, arranged in tiers around a Martha Stewart centerpiece. PRETEND, I said. Because this is my 500th blog post. Cue confetti. October 30, 2011…
I just wrote a check for my son to take voice lessons. He plays electric, acoustic, and bass guitar, and he is working toward being a music leader at church in the future. He’s well on his way, and I can hardly wait to see the progress he makes with his voice coach this year….
I sat down on the plastic chair in front of the table, and the man placed a form in front of me. I couldn’t read it, my eyes swimming with tears. Setting down the pen, I buried face in hands and cried win-the-lottery, can’t-believe-I’m-finally-doing-this, dream-coming true tears. Months ago God put this in front of me, the same months…
So far, reading the book of Job is tied with Leviticus for most miserable read. (By the way, I’m now on August 26th of the one-year Bible mom gave me Christmas of 2011. Mmhm.) Job has ridiculous friends, and that makes me squirm, because I’ve been the stupid friend before. Many’s the time I’ve looked at…
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,…
A few years ago I read Don Piper’s story and then heard him speak about being pronounced dead and spending 90 minutes in heaven. As intriguing as the heaven part was, I was more emotionally impacted in hearing about the months of surgeries and excruciating pain and depression he suffered afterward. How does a man endure such…
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…
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…
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