When Grief Hits

The phone range by my bedside at 5:30 yesterday morning –my husband calling from Tucson, Arizona. He informed me his uncle had passed away in the night. I hung up the phone, and grief pushed the air out of my lungs. It was only six months ago that my preacher husband said the memorial words…

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For You? White Linen

Every year our high school youth pastor hosts a graduation banquet for all the seniors. It’s a white linen tablecloth and candlelight event, with volunteer waiters from the church. Classy. This year I was asked to help decorate, and it was the first time I had any involvement in the preparation. This usually isn’t my…

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The Honeymoon

My biggest, biggest fear before I got married was that Jesus would come back before our honeymoon. (Keepin’ it real on this blog, ladies.) But Jesus had not come back yet when I married Matthew on June 1st, and we left for our honeymoon in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. The weather was cold and rainy, and our hotel room was…

The Glorious Distraction

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…

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On Feeling Lost

I get his phone call and can tell I’m on speaker phone. Um, I think I’m lost. Only a few weeks into having a driver’s license, this is a big adventure to get himself south of town for district music festival.  We talked through the directions before he left for school in the morning, but he made…

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