I painted for nine hours on Monday –Sherwin-Williams’ Cloverdale gray. The Lord gifted me with a cool, overcast day in the middle of August, and I wasn’t about to waste it. In mid afternoon, after about six hours of painting, two neighbor ladies passed by the house on their walk. “Hey, that looks like fun!”…
If you want to see me, Christy Fitzwater, in the place where I feel most comfortable in my own skin, most joyful, and most authentic, then you’re going to have to sit in on my Wednesday night class when I teach children the Bible. I’ve been trying to dissect why that half an hour with…
About 10 minutes from my childhood home in Wyoming, you’ll find Sinks Canyon State Park, at the base of the Wind River Mountains. The locals call it “the sinks,” which is actually the name of a unique geological formation (I plagiarized that wording from the park website) where the raging waters of the Popo Agie…
Let’s start with the Chinese food that I heated up in the microwave for lunch on Saturday. When I pulled out the plate, a piece of rice exploded and landed inside my nostril, burning me until I could retrieve it. There were no witnesses, but who could possibly make up such a thing? Then there…
We were slouched on the couch, in a jet-lag stupor, when he leaned over to me and said, “You know what?” I let my weary head swing his direction. “What?” “Israel was great and everything, but I feel like I didn’t get to spend any time with the Lord while I was there.” “Seriously?”…
My last teaching job was in 1994. When I re-entered the teaching field a few years ago, I noticed teachers were talking about a new-fangled tool called a rubric. What in the world was a rubric? So I used “the Google” (something else that didn’t exist in 1994) and learned a rubric is a chart…
It seems old fashioned now, but my family used to go to prayer meeting. A generous handful of us would exchange warm, family-style greetings and then get cozy in the church pews. Then people would start making prayer requests. Somebody would ask us to pray for their aunt who was having surgery. Somebody else would…
Confession: My 30-year high school reunion was this week, and I did not go. Horrible person? Vote in. I saw the names of classmates come up on the reunion Facebook page, but I just kept thinking that after 30 years I don’t know any of these people. They don’t know me. A group of them…
If you’re willing the clock to get to the end of the class period, that is a very bad situation. But I was one teacher who had come into the hour unprepared. This was partly due to fatigue, partly due to Friday short-timer’s disease, and partly due to plain old procrastination. (I would like the…
It was 7:45 a.m., and everyone in Kalispell was trying to get to their posts for the day. I came to the stop sign at the south end of Helena Flats road and waited for someone to close the gate, so that I could take a right onto the highway. (I was a teenager when…
For over a decade, our friends have run a summer Christian camp on an Indian reservation just to the east of Glacier National Park. A few days ago, Matt and I made the two-hour road trip through Glacier Park, to visit the camp. It’s a breathtaking property, with over 100 different kinds of wild flowers…
I’ll begin with Beverly, and eventually you will see where I’m going with this. She is half Australian Shepherd, half Border Collie, and she just got her 12-week shots. My daughter has brought her new dog along, to stay with us for a week while her husband’s away, so we are tag-teaming the puppy thing….
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