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,”…
I cried on our drive to Libby yesterday, telling Matt how I can’t stop thinking about the 8000 Syrian refugees who have been landing on the shores of Greece every day for the last month. I keep picturing one family I read about, as they threw their last possessions (money and passports) overboard, to keep…
I slept nary a wink the other night, and siphoning coffee from the pot was not cutting the kind of tired I was feeling. I was one step away from a bad mood, so I went downstairs and got cozy on the left-hand side of the old couch we bought before Jayme was born. That’s…
Yesterday I got in a very dirty Mitsubishi with my two children and said a teary goodbye to my family in Wyoming. The kids and I settled in for the 12-hour drive back to the north corner of Montana. Always when I start this trip I hope maybe it won’t be 12 hours this time….
Once upon a time there were three beautiful sisters… And each one had her own reason to be cynical. depressed. and self-absorbed. The firstborn sister, the bossy one, yes? Has had physical ailments for years. The middle one, who either never does wrong or never gets caught, recently said goodbye to her husband a few…
I have to show you this picture I took out the window, as that preacher man and I snuck up on the backside of the Grand Tetons. Through miles and miles of Idaho potato fields we drove. Through flat open spaces that reminded me of the panhandle of Texas every once in a while. Nothing,…
Now that I’m working, my view of time has changed. Weekends have become precious intervals in which to rest and enjoy my family. I’ve had to purposefully try not to hurry through the week to get to the weekend, instead enjoying each work day in full. How we look at time affects everything we do….
I heard all of these stories in one day: One young child with seizures. One woman up in the night with congestive heart failure. Trying to breathe. One mom missing an important birthday party and three days of work because of dreadful pink eye. One second-cousin with a broken foot, missing the first day of…
My guys are hiking the Alpine Trail, while us girls are thrift store hopping. (Boy, are we tired carrying around our bag of clothes. I totally scored a Banana Republic pencil skirt!) My son got a cell signal on one mountain peak and gave me a holler. He sounds tired. They hiked six miles the first…
My friend and I agree that we like a nice, clean swimming pool where we can see the bottom. No ocean for us –too deep and too many unknowns. But will I live that philosophy in following Christ? No way. Give me a vast sea and all the risk that goes with it. What’s your…
I do this thing where I choose books with stories that make me so miserably uncomfortable that I have to put them down and walk away for a little bit. One time I read a book (Tortured for Christ, by Richard Wurmbrand) that was so disturbing my husband forbid me to finish it when he…
I am the woman who put Corelle Ware dishes on her bridal registry. Because I’m all about functional over beautiful. (This from a girl whose dad drilled holes and hung an old hand-operated wringer from the front of our house, so he could dry off his chamois after washing the car.) So there’s this cross…
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