Neighborhood Memo and MOPS Sessions
I woke up this morning to discover that all neighborhood trees had gotten the same memo. Leaves fell overnight obediently, carpeting the grass in citrus yellow. Last night’s intimate MOPS session had gone wonderfully, and I was eager for this morning’s MOPS session too. What a gracious group of women they have there at…
Cow Tongue Football, Polar Bear Plunge, and Digging Deep into God’s Word
Hello, my friends! Sorry for a week of silence. Last weekend’s youth group retreat, and preparing for two MOPS sessions for this week have grabbed my time and attention. The youth retreat went wonderfully. Nerf guns through the conference center; cow tongue football, a frigid, electrifying polar bear plunge down a luge slide deep out…
My Sixteen Year Old Son Writes a Letter Back through Time
In cramped angular letters on blue lined notebook paper, my son wrote a letter to a young single mom. This woman received nothing but judgment and scorn from the people in her town. Alone for three years in a new frontiers town with no word from her husband, she feared he was dead. Finding friendship…
Green Fairy Wings and Story Tales
Witches, pirates, green dinosaurs and pink tufted ballerinas stormed the nearby shopping center yesterday. Red firemen, fluffy brown poodles, and blue Thomas the Trains hijacked the sidewalks, and commandeered the shops, trick or treating with smart parents on a warm fall afternoon. Weaving our way through the short creatures, my teen daughter and I grabbed…
Naked Trees Scrape the Horizon
Navy blue light creeps higher in the sky, allowing naked trees to scrape the horizon. Hot coffee in morning twilight, and my three year old son’s truck noises get progressively louder. For the sake of sleepers, I shush him. Earlier this week, my peace was eroded as well. It wasn’t the noise – that I…
It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas…
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Cookies, Milkshakes and Hero Truck Drivers
Hello friends, A hot crumbly chocolate chip cookie smolders beside me on the desk, waiting to be cooled enough to pop into my mouth. Quiet jazz music plays in the background and the dryer hums. Our house had a showing last night so we cleaned feverishly, loaded up random laundry baskets into the cars, and…
Calls in the Dark
At my YMCA, down the hallway on the right, is a series of small, rectangular wallet lockers. Keys, wallets and cell phones get stashed there, as their owners exercise. Occasionally as I pass by, I hear cell phones vibrating metallically in their tiny cells, ringing in the darkness. Seventy cubical cells, stacked wide and…
Smoldering Brown Eyes and a Neck that Smells Like Toothpaste
A few weekends ago, I was getting ready to attend a Friday night wedding several hours’ drive away. I chose an outfit, combed my hair, and laughed about the incongruity of applying evening make up at 1:30 in the afternoon. (Men, you’ll just have to take our word on this.) Realizing my necklace looked tarnished,…
Bike Dates, Dark Moonlit Nights, and Doxology
Blonde hair shining in the sun, my three year old asked me on a date this afternoon. Sandwiched between two parked cars, sitting astride his blue and yellow plastic tricycle, he turned expectantly. “Mom, bike a me?” (Mom, will you bike with me?) I grinned, and pulled out my towering two wheeler. Pedaling barely enough…