There was nothing remotely fancy about the place of Jesus’ birth. Stables are never voted “Cleanest place in the world to have a baby.” Wet, dirty straw. Snorting cattle and braying donkeys. No turned-down sheets on a bed; no little chocolate mint on the pillow. And you have to believe that Mary and Joseph would have loved a good, hot shower after a long, dusty, dirty road trip. Seems rather messy, doesn’t it? Continue Reading
Please Give Her…
Her cheeks were flushed, and her neck was covered with the red blotches that I knew all too well. Her name tag read “Renee – Trainee,” and I think the reindeer antlers she wore on her head made her feel even more self-conscious as she tried to figure out how to enter “no whip” on my hot chocolate order. Continue Reading
You Are Not Alone
I was tapping on the keyboard, considering the words and moments I had planned on sharing with you. But then the words stopped. And pictures began floating around in my brain, creating different words. My writing plans changed. From my heart… Continue Reading
Just What I Need…Today
It happens most often when I am tired. Or hungry. Or hurt. Or when I’m feeling just a bit self-absorbed. I want someone to fix my world because I’m tired of dealing with the icky stuff. Have you been there? We could probably wear matching t-shirts, right? Perhaps I’m overwhelmed with work. Worried about life issues, people’s hearts, and disappointments. I’m tired of it all, and I want someone with a Superman or Superwoman cape to swoop down and make it all better. The problem is, whoever that “someone” happens to be in that Continue Reading
Settling the Unsettled
So I had two dreams last night...weird ones. In the first dream, I was participating in a potato peeling contest. (Who even knew they existed!) The other contestants and I sat at long tables in a large conference room. We each had two potatoes, a peeler, and a bowl in front of us. When the guy up front shouted "Go!", we started peeling. Furiously. Continue Reading
Let’s Dance!
The video and memory still make me smile. One of my Facebook friends posted a YouTube video of a little guy—maybe five years old—dressed in pocketed blue jeans, pointed cowboy boots, a blue-and-white checkered shirt, and a white cowboy hat. He was line dancing with a group of adults. Oh, my word. The joy on his little face! He was kicking and stepping and grape vining and toe tapping. Clapping with glee with a smile as big as a Texas ranch on his face. Was he keeping up? Not quite. Was he getting the steps right? Not much of the Continue Reading
Living a Full Life
Loved. This. My friend and I were sitting at a small table in the coffee shop, reminiscing about our days at Northwest Airlines. Catching up on where life has taken us since then. In the middle of updates and future plans, my friend very nonchalantly said, "I have a full life." Oh my. Those words made me pause. When was the last time I heard someone say that? Most conversations include... "Life is crazy busy." "We're hanging in there." "Too much going on." How my friend described his life was an ah-ha moment for Continue Reading
Moments of Mutterings and Murmurs
Perhaps it was mom’s strawberry Glucerna spill in bed at 2:30 a.m. Or the looming project deadlines. Or that I’d stayed up too late watching tapings of the new season’s NCIS shows. Whatever the reason, I was tired. And grumpy. I was feeling extremely cynical. And it showed up in an ugly attitude. The target of my cynicism? TV’s female news anchors. I was tired of their standard, apparently prescribed, wardrobe and look: Solid colored, tight, sleeveless dresses. Tan legs that cross perfectly. Trendy jewelry. Five-inch heels. Continue Reading
This is Livin’!
It’s how my dad lived his life… Creating “This is livin’!” moments. I don’t think I ever heard dad complain. About anything. And I know I never heard him say a bad word about anyone. Ever. He was too busy looking for the good. What an awe-inspiring way to live. Dad really loved life. He found joy in the little things. A good piece of pie. A good (very weak) cup of coffee. Fishing with the grandkids. Eating vanilla ice cream while watching the Minnesota Vikings on TV. Listening to the Twins on the radio. Talking with his Continue Reading
Finding the New Rhythm
It was a you’ve got to be kidding me! moment. There were six of us. Six women who dreamed of tap dancing on Broadway. But knowing that was never going to happen, we had chosen a community dance class and were now gleefully tapping on a grade school stage. It was our recital. After nine weeks of stumbling, sweating, and fighting shin splints, this was our chance to show friends and family how quickly our feet could move. We had practiced. Hard. We had this. We wore snappy purple tails, purple top hats, purple cummerbunds, purple Continue Reading
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