March Madness. It has been a seasonal guest in our home since we were married. The men in my family don’t really get into basketball, so I never knew such a thing as March Madness existed until that first March when I learned that I would, indeed, have no control over the remote for an… Continue reading If You Can’t Beat Them, Join Them…And Then Beat Them
I read about Jesus feeding the 5000 in John 6 this morning. Many times when I read this I make the application is as follows: I have five little loaves and two little fish of my gift, ability, etc. and Jesus, who is all-powerful, can take my little offering of myself, and increase it to… Continue reading My Loaves and Fish? or Bread of Life?
Today is Jason’s Birthday. I thought and thought about how to honor this man who means more to me than any human alive, and my words fall short. I have always loved this poem because it expresses a bit of what I feel about my husband. My best daydreams about “the one” from my single… Continue reading Happy Birthday, Handsome!
Jason is having the boys read through Proverbs right now, and this morning he highlighted the following for he and I to remember. Proverbs 14:4 Where there are no oxen, the manger is clean, but abundant crops come by the strength of the ox. Here’s my paraphrase (to be remembered when I find myself craving… Continue reading My Beloved Oxen
I am sitting in the room where I live 80% of my normal day. I teach in this room, eat in this room, prepare meals in the adjoining kitchen, clean those meals in that kitchen. It is a wonderful room. I love my kitchen, with it’s attempt at 1950’s charm in a 21st century home.… Continue reading Is It A Small World After All?
Virginia Lee Green Born June 27, 1934 Died Tuesday, March 7, 2006 I never met Virginia Green. And though this is true, I am profoundly grateful for the impact of her life on mine. At the risk of over-using the familiar metaphor, one ripple resulting from the pebble named Virginia Green dropping into the pond… Continue reading In Honor of a Stranger
I am one of those peevish gals who faints at the sight of blood. I can’t help it. My body just does it involuntarily. I remember once I was supposed to bring our dog “Puppy” (aren’t we creative?) to her follow up vet visit after she was spayed. I was twenty or so years old.… Continue reading Bloody Victory