Recently, I had the cumbersome task of returning some ridiculously heavy tables to our church storage shed. I had borrowed them for a garage sale the week before, and was finally able to bring them back. My neighbor kindly helped me lift the hefty metal monsters into my mini-van and then I headed down the road alone.
Unorganized as usual, I hadn’t bothered to call ahead to let anyone know I was coming. I just assumed someone at the church might be available to help me unload my hefty cargo. Half way down the road, however, I thought I should probably ask the Lord to provide some assistance. Continue reading
Baby it’s cold outside! We’re talking Polar Vortex cold. For the past couple of days, my beautiful State of Minnesota has been grappling with negative temperatures and wind chills that, believe it or not, have measured colder than Antarctica!
Don’t get me wrong, we Minnesotans are tough. Last year, when our state hosted Superbowl LII, we actually came up with the logo “Bold North” to celebrate the fact that we aren’t afraid to get out and enjoy life when the temperatures drop. We love our winter carnival, snowmobiling, cross-country skiing, hockey, and of course – fishing on frozen lakes.
But the past few days have been RIDICULOUS! So much so, that most of the state has been sequestered indoors. Many of our schools have been closed for 3-4 days. Some businesses chose not to open, mail delivery was suspended, and even the state senate called it quits! Continue reading
“It’s time to go guys! Get your shoes on!” My simple request fell on deaf ears as my three rambunctious kiddos tore around the house, continuing to play a rowdy game of hide-and-go-seek tag.
“Come on! Let’s go! We are going to be late.” I said in a slightly firmer voice.
This time, my kids paused long enough to acknowledge that I was standing in the hallway and words were coming out of my mouth. However, I suspect they were experiencing the Charlie Brown phenomenon where every adult word sounded like a muffled trumpet: “wha, wha, wha, wha, wha wha wha whaaaa.” Continue reading
Last night I caught my seven-year-old son trying to sneak a nutella snack pack AND a package of fruit snacks into his room right before bed. His ingenious plan? Hiding the treats in his socks. His SOCKS! He might have actually succeeded if it hadn’t been for the distinct sound of plastic packaging crunching against his little ankles.
I have to admit that as I shook my head and confiscated the “stolen merchandise,” I had to hide a smile. I wasn’t thrilled with the sneaky behavior (there WILL be consequences) but I was slightly amused with his creativity. Continue reading
It’s been awhile since I’ve written a blog. Life has been a bit of a blur, and to be honest, I just haven’t made the time to sit down to write. But in light of the many accounts of sexual abuse allegations that have blown up the Internet, news organizations and social media platforms alike – Matt Lauer being the latest in a long list of high-profile people accused – I thought it might be worth taking a few minutes to put some thoughts on paper.
First, to the brave women (and men) who have been victimized and have found the courage to speak out and share what has happened to you – THANK YOU! Thank you for facing your pain and maybe your fear and for sharing your stories. Thank you for bringing attention (i.e. shining light) onto an issue that has festered and flourished in the darkness for far too long.
Your voice matters! You. Matter.
In Luke 12:2-3 we read: “There is nothing covered up that will not be revealed, and hidden that will not be known. Accordingly, whatever you have said in the dark will be heard in the light, and what you have whispered in the inner rooms will be proclaimed upon the housetops.”
Things done in darkness will eventually be exposed. At some point, we will ALL be held accountable for our actions. A day of reckoning will come. Continue reading
I woke up feeling utterly exhausted. I had barely slept. My almost 4-year old daughter was up multiple times in the night, crying out from the darkness, pleading for someone to come and rescue her. Her little body was urging her to get up to go to the bathroom, but her slumber weary mind seemed powerless to actually help her complete the task.
Experience had taught me that if I waited too long to respond, I’d be changing sheets in the dark, and doing extra loads of soil-stained laundry in the morning. So I groggily willed myself out of bed and answered her persistent calls of distress. Continue reading