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.
Simple is Good
There’s Ma, Pa, Laura, Mary, Carrie who never seems to talk much, and Jack the dog. They live on the prairie. They laugh a lot. They cry a lot. They love a lot. Almost every story has a happy ending. (I’ve been catching parts of these Little House on the Prairie episodes when I’m with Mom.) Everything seemed so easy back then, didn’t it? And yet, we know it was hard. So what is it that we are seeing…when it all seems so easy? I think we’re
Football and My Game of Life
High school football teams are back under the Friday night lights… cheerleaders and pom poms and school colors wave with youthful exuberance. Football moms pray and sweat it out in the stands… proudly displaying their sons’ pictures on their mascot sweatshirts. Pep bands and hot dogs and school songs lead us into the weekend. It’s football season. I’m in my happy place. (And yes, I am HOPEFUL for my Minnesota Vikings!) A couple years ago I wrote some thoughts after watching my nephew play in his high school game. (He’s
Just For Today
I sure appreciate the sentiment, “Live in the present.” And sometimes… I become annoyed with the sentiment, “Live in the present.” Know what I mean? There are just some days that “the present” is overshadowed by what might be…Tomorrow. (Somebody has to be concerned about what might be just around the bend, right?) How can I live in the present today when tomorrow looks so… Uncertain? Do you have this tape in your head? It starts with wondering about tomorrow’s situation… Then it moves into fretting about
The Bouncy Gym
Really, lady? You think this is a good idea? The teenager supervising the trampoline area was probably weighing his options — just call 911 right away or wait it out for the stories he could tell. We were at SkyZone. You know. The warehouse with the trampolines that remind us that our bodies aren’t what they used to be. The place where women who have lived 50+ years come to live on the edge and hopefully leave without a stretcher. I gotta’ tell you. Trusting a stretch
Name…Name…Name
Oh, the name. If I could only, always, remember the name. I don’t. Way too often I’ll run into someone and panic sets in. The face…I know her…how do I know her…name…name…name… I start flipping through the rolodex that sits in the gray mass covered by my not-natural blonde hair. What’s her name? Which file drawer to open? Church? Speaking event? Client? Friend? Sister? (Ha! Just kidding.) Name…name…name… (If you are too young to know what a rolodex is… It’s like each person’s contact information on your iPhone contact
Don’t Snag Your Shirt
My friend, Mary Lou, and I were discussing how bothersome those pin-on name tags can be. One little snag from pin holes on fragile fabric and the material can unravel quite quickly. Note: Two hours of trying on the closet to find the perfect outfit, another 30 minutes to pick out the perfect top, and another hour to make sure it is wrinkle-free and all the buttons work…And one little “Hello, My Name Is…” name tag pin can ruin the blouse faster than underarm sweat stains. It
White Legs…My Constant
It’s that season… The one that comes every year when the snow is gone in Minnesota. The Season of White Legs. I haven’t gotten around to creating a bucket list yet. But if I had one, you can bet “tan legs” would be on mine. Every year I hope…wish…dream…and wonder if a miracle will surprise me and pigment will show up in my legs. Hasn’t happened in a real long time. Even when a farmer’s tan appears on my arms and face… My legs stay white. Pure white.
Starting Again with the Best Choice
Tasks that are good things to do. Work that is important. Responsibilities that others may depend upon. My days are filled with them. And yet… When my head hits the pillow at night, I’ve been asking myself… Did I do the most important thing today? When I look back over the last couple weeks, my response has to be… Not all the time. My heart asked and answered the question in church on Sunday as we sang my favorite Confession: Forgive me, Lord, forgive me, For
Caring…Letting Go…Freedom
You know that little ache in your heart? It doesn’t need to stay there. You know that tear drop (or tear bucket) that has landed on your cheek? It can be wiped away. You know that anxiety that grips your soul like a vise? It can loosen. It is OK to let God take care of the little hurts AND the big hurts. It is OK to let go. I know. Sometimes we believe that if we stop worrying and stop struggling with the tough issues, we’re
The Woman I Honor Most
In honor of Mother’s Day and My Mom’s 86th birthday… With love to My Mom, Joyce Nornes. Memories from our early years together… Seeing her in that ankle-length light blue dressing gown with the thin ribbon that tied at the neckline. The first time I saw her in it she was walking into our living room carrying my new little baby sister, Lori. I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Loving how she’d snuggle into dad’s arms when he got home from
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