When my mother-in-law sold her wooded 72 acres in Kila, Montana, one of our tasks was to clean out the garage and pack everything. But the garage had become home to a few pack rats. Bile just rose in my throat. Have you ever experienced pack rats? The huge nests they build out of everything…
This is a formal apology to my father: We sat at Mr. D’s Grocery Store in Lander, Wyoming, waiting for the barista to finish a big espresso order before we could place ours. Dad sat in between me and my 19-year-old daughter. I had offered to make Daylight Donuts Coffee at home, but he insisted…
We found our seat in the already filling high school auditorium –Matt with an aisle seat so he could stretch out his long legs. Hands opened programs, and we spoke through the coming choir songs. Oh, this one is my favorite, I said. Anticipation. Lights dimmed. My pulse picked up. Rows of students in flowing…
A few decades ago, dad and I were shopping together for a gift for mom just a few days before Christmas. We went into one of those stores that has a little jewelry, some perfume, and a lot of pretty, breakable stuff. As we browsed for a gift for mom, dad said, So what do…
I cannot believe God describes his relationship with us as bridegroom to bride. As you watch this video, consider the effort God put into his proposal to us. “The Lord appeared to us in the past, saying, ‘I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness.’” (Jeremiah 31:3 NIV)
Last night I needed to write a blog post to you, but instead I sat and snuggled on the couch with my man, and we watched a few inspiring YouTube videos. To his credit (and it’s his birthday today, by the way), he endured not one but two wedding proposal videos, with my head tucked into his shoulder,…
Because I talked to a young mom recently about stress, with the home schooling and the four little kids and the new puppy, I’m going to be brave enough to tell you there have been times in the last five days when I’ve thought I might fly apart from stress. I’ve been enjoying everything I’ve…
Since being hired to be a Spanish teacher, I have begun a weekly routine of having a small panic attack every Sunday night, in which I verbalize to Matt all the ways I don’t feel like I’m a good teacher. I tell him on the couch. I tell him in the kitchen. I tell him…
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 wish I were the one who were to decide when a baby would be in the womb and when you would hear the words “You got the job!” and when the house would sell and a guy propose and the money come in. But I’m not. Your name comes to me, though, when I…
I used to lay on my mom’s bed and try to peak into her closet when she was getting her clothes out for the day, because there were a few little shelves up high where she kept future gifts. She would keep her eyes open while shopping, and if she saw something on sale that looked…
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…
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