Are you wondering if God has forgotten about you? He hasn't. Not ever.
If God were to send you a message, I think He’d write something like the words in this note.
So Many Books. So Little Time.
It’s once again time to clear out some space. So, I’m tackling my book collection. I’m not sure what I’m clearing the space out for – to add new or other things? What would I want instead of books? I can’t imagine. However, I will concede that fewer objects in a room seem to make it easier to breathe. And move. Going through my bookshelves and piles of books on nightstands, tables, and desks has been an exercise of great consternation and frustration. I mean, really. How
The Hokey Pokey and Tap Dancing
Back in the day, when I was younger, my definition of “a cool girl” included her ability to dance. Oh my. I’d watch those cool girls at the dances in our school gym, and I marveled – yes, marveled – at their ability to make dancing look so effortless. And fun. And so cool. I wanted to be cool too, so I practiced dancing at home in front of my bedroom dresser mirror before heading up to the school dance. (Please, someone tell me that you did
A Prayer for Miracles
Dear Lord, Today, may I be like … … The mama. She woke up one morning, packed her little boy’s lunch of fish and bread as always, and sent him off to hear the preacher. She didn’t know that she was part of a miracle, while doing her normal everyday stuff. May I remember that my daily actions make a difference. No matter how insignificant they seem. … The little boy. He was finding a good place to sit on the grassy hill to hear the teacher
A Call to Action
The note I’d written for you this week is sitting in my writing collection, waiting to be shared with you another day. It’s a good message, I think, but its spirit and lightness feel “off” when our Minneapolis area is experiencing such pain and turmoil. This little space here on the internet and in your inbox is intended to refresh your faith. Thank you for sharing this space with me. Most of the time, my messages bring a little humor. And there are a few times, like
Are Your Eyes Seeing?
Sometimes I wonder about what you’re supposed to do with the little pieces of chips at the bottom of the chip bag. You can’t dip them in salsa, and you can’t melt cheese on them. Other times, I think about penguins. So creatively designed – and that waddle! And still other times, I wonder about Little Jack Horner. You know, little Jack, who sat in a corner. “Little Jack Horner sat in the corner, Eating his Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, and pulled out a
Getting My Ducks in a Row … Or Not
Good grief. If I had a milk chocolate-covered caramel for every time I’ve tried to get my act together … well, I’d be enjoying a lavish consumption of chocolate. And my stomach would be upset. And my act would not be together. We work hard at it though, right? Trying to find some level of order and calm in the chaos and overwhelm by fixing, directing, and controlling. Intensely trying to set the perfect habits that will change our lives. Setting up work and home and people
Salt Makes a Difference
There are cooking phrases that generate great stress for me: Cooking is relaxing. It’s fun. It’s a way I love on my people. (Oh, good grief. Really? Did you know that people could die from your my cooking?) For dinner, make it easy. Just throw a few things together that you find in your fridge. (Are you kidding me? Throw a few things together? What kind of meal will mustard, chia seeds, and a really old apple create?) Just season and serve. (OK. Which seasonings? How much?)
Set the Temperature
You don’t need anyone to tell you that it’s a bit chilly across our country these days, right? The ice, the snow, and the wind chill are so “You’ve got to be kidding me!” Up here in tundra land (AKA Minnesota), it’s … well, it’s ooftah. Thinking about warmth (or the lack of it) and the temperature in our homes reminds me about living with mom. (Truth be told, there are a whole bunch of moments that remind me of mom.) I wrote this little note a
Behind Closed Doors
It’s one of my favorite books in the pure entertainment and fun category. And it’s a memoir. (That’s my always favorite category.) Little House in the Hollywood Hills: A Bad Girl’s Guide to Becoming Miss Beadle, Mary X, and Me by Charlotte Stewart. I remember Charlotte Stewart as the actor who played Miss Beadle on Little House on the Prairie, and vaguely remember her as Betty Briggs from the Twin Peaks TV show. Miss Beadle was the delightful school marm that taught Laura and Mary in Walnut
Take a Break for Hope and Inspiration!
Are you looking for some joy for your soul, faith encouragement for your heart, and some giggles? Yaasss! I’m providing some of that online next Wednesday, February 10th. Join me and some other faith-and-fun-filled women! I’m doing a Zoom talk for the Fellowship of Christian Business and Professional Women. We’ll gather online from 12:00 noon – 1:00 CST. Take a lunch break, settle back and nourish your spirit! Good news: You don’t need to register. It doesn’t cost you a thing. You don’t need a Zoom account
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