Staring out my living room window, I see a vibrant mix of magenta and green. The buds on my crab apple trees are bursting open to reveal delicate pink petals that wave and flutter gently with the breeze. It’s a beautiful picture that dares me to believe that spring has finally sprung in Minnesota.
I love this time of year. Spring is a season that points to the promise of new life. It reminds me that no matter how cold, dark, and bitter the winter may have been… there is warmth and new beginnings just around the corner. Continue reading
When I was a little girl I loved to go fishing with my older brother and my dad. Mom would pack a cooler of snacks, and send us on our way. Once at the lake, my Dad would make sure we had our life jackets strapped on tight and we would set off through the water, on the hunt for the perfect spot to catch loads of fish.
When we found an appealing location, we would cast out our lines and patiently sit and watch our neon bobbers go up and down in the water. I remember on more than one occasion, silently pleading with God to let me catch a sunny or perch… anything besides the dreaded weeds that often tangled my line. The funny part is I hated to eat fish, but they were sure fun to catch! Continue reading
“Mommy, will you hold me?” My three and-a-half year old son whimpered and looked up at me with big pleading eyes. He was sick and wanted to be snuggled. How could I say no to those insistent baby blues? “Sure buddy. I’d love to hold you.”
Despite his faucet of a nose, croupy cough, and feverishly hot body, I was honestly thrilled to hold him close. Usually he is too busy running, wrestling, climbing, crawling, jumping, sliding… MOVING! He has no time to sit still, let alone cuddle with his mom. Continue reading
The abdominal cramping started less than an hour into the trip home from my girl’s weekend away. I figured I was experiencing indigestion from the exceedingly rich and creamy entrée I had devoured at lunch. As we continued down the road, however, I quickly realized this was more than just a stomach ache. Sweat formed on my brow as my abdominal muscles continued to contract with increasing intensity. Then the nausea set in.
“Can you pull over?”
I stumbled out of the truck and dropped to my knees. I could feel the rough roadside gravel digging into my jeans as I hunched over and prepared to expel everything from my insides. Instead, I curled into the fetal position as another wave of pain coursed through my body. Continue reading