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.
Disappointments Come…Ooftah
Sharing from the heart here… The frustration, the hurt, the resentment… it can seemingly come out of nowhere, can’t it? But it has its source… Someone let me down. Disappointed me. Someone didn’t meet my expectations. Note: Definition of Expectations: Something that I think should have been done…in a certain way…around my timetable. Sometimes it’s big deal kind of stuff… Mostly, it’s stuff that doesn’t really matter. Right? And when those expectations aren’t met… My response is quite clear. Nobody is left wondering how I’m feeling about
Playing Piano in the Majors and Minors
Playing piano. After Faith, Family, and Friends… It’s What Matters Most to me. (Yeah, it’s even more important than chocolate.) Tickling the ivories – or sometimes pounding on the ivories (!) – brings voice to my thoughts and emotions. When playing piano, I am transformed to another place…especially when playing in worship. It’s as if God is sitting right with me on the piano bench. My #1 most fun experience playing the piano was back some years ago. I got to tour with Doug and Donna Fagerstrom
Purple Hot Pants
School Carnival. Climax, Minnesota. 1973. It was an annual event where a king and queen were crowned, teachers got soaked in the dunk-‘em booth, cheap game prizes were won in the gym, and the cake walk was celebrated in the cafeteria. Much fun was had by all. I wore a purple hot pants outfit. With a purple headband. And purple tights. The outfit was…purple. Good grief. Whatever was I thinking. Back then, I felt like royalty. The look made me feel beautiful…even a little trim. Now, it’s one of
Let the Muffins Go
I do not claim to be a cook. Nor a baker. Nor a candlestick maker. Kitchen and craft activities make my heart panic and my palms sweat. I don’t remember a time when cooking seemed “fun.” So when I found my family’s evaluation of my junior high muffin baking project…I smiled. Their comments: My Mom: Delicious! They beat the ones she made from powdered milk!! Home Ec has really helped her. Julie (The Home Ec major in college): Good. Lori: They were good with lots of butter.
Living the “So What?”
Living through the “So what?” of Easter… When the road seems too long, with not enough rest stops… When it’s been a long time since we’ve taken a trip out of the valley… When it just doesn’t seem practical to keep the joy… How about if we take our eyes off the situation and laser-focus them on the Risen Christ? We have sung the majestic hymns. We have jubilantly exclaimed, “Christ is risen! He is risen indeed!” We have acknowledged Him as King of Kings. Now let’s
Child-Gated No More
From the pen of my friend and former classmate at Bethany College of Missions, James Nickel (shared with permission)… My fourteen month-old grandson has just learned to use his legs. With unsteady steps and a few falls, he has learned to explore the rooms of our home. After experiencing this freedom, he shakes his head indicating an emphatic “no” when placed in a room where the doorways are “child gated.” This afternoon, I led him outdoors to our gate-free front yard. I opened the door of my
You Have Been Picked
It starts in those early years when friends are made and teams are formed. The fear of not being picked. The awareness that someone has the power and influence to suggest “You don’t measure up” puts a knot in our stomach even as we’re learning to read from the Dick and Jane books and tie our own shoes. Kick-ball teams Birthday parties Advanced classes The fear takes on a life of its own as we move through those years when so much of how we think of
What Would Happen If…
…We count our blessings instead of our hurts? …We consider the other person’s pain behind her unkind words before we react from our own pain? …We stop trying to control every situation and accept the fact that we can’t? …We said “I’m sorry?” …We accept responsibility for our mistakes and move on rather than blame someone / something else so we look better? What would happen if… …Today you behaved like the person you want to be? You would change your world. Why not give it
Grace When Kicking the Cat
The morning sun is just starting to find its way through the icicles hanging from our roof and I’ve already kicked the cat. And since we don’t have a cat and the only other person who lives here is my husband Steve, you can guess who’s a little sore. Good grief. If you asked me what created this little huff I was in… I’m not sure I’d know. (But! Does the big company who wants us to have a lawn that is truly green (smile) need to
The Big Hand and the Little Hand
The hands of the clock move… Ohhhh…so very slowly. The seconds seem like minutes…minutes seem like hours. And it takes forever to make it one time around the face. Time all but stands still while you wait. Wait for time – this season – to pass. …A job that is unfulfilling and unbearable. …A home filled with tension and angry words. …A sadness so deep it makes your heart raw. …A life transition that just never seems to end. You watch the clock… Wishing the big hand
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