Random thoughts on being me

We received a jigsaw puzzle for Christmas this year. (Thanks Sam and Allison!) I’m not much of a puzzle do-er, my spatial awareness is lacking on good days, but since it was there, we decided to give it a go. And it was tough going. Firstly, this puzzle is laser cut on wood, and the … Continue reading »

                August is a glorious month filled with picnics and sunshine. Except. For a few, August is wrenching and painful.  I’m thinking about moms today.  Moms who have spent the last nineteen or so years of their lives devoted mainly to one thing: raising their babies.  Moms who are this month caught up in the … Continue reading »

I grew up standing up on the front seat of our Studebaker with only my mom’s arm to protect me when she hit the brakes.  When my children were babies, I held them while we drove (sometimes when I drove!) Later, they had booster seats so they could see out the window.  From the time … Continue reading »

For most of last week our temperature didn’t get above freezing. No surprise, I hate the cold, especially when accompanied by Wyoming’s vicious wind. Despite this, once I ignore the fact that I can’t feel my toes, and I ignore the discomfort of needing to go to the bathroom but deciding that it just isn’t … Continue reading »

There’s something sublime about snorkeling. Contacts in, face mask seated tight, snorkel in my mouth- check.  Wade out to thigh-deep water and slip on the fins.  Bend at the waist, push off and lift my feet.  Instantly weightless, immediately transported to a whole new realm: surrounded, embraced, and welcomed.  The dominant sound is of my … Continue reading »

When we landed in Miami on our way home last week, we had just about half an hour to make our next flight.  We were both a bit nervous about making that connection, especially when I checked and found that we were arriving at D-9 and needed to depart from D-33.  From past experience in … Continue reading »

The adage is “You can’t go home again.”  Wiktionary explains this means “Past times which are fondly remembered are irrecoverably in the past and cannot be relived.”  I’m pretty sure this isn’t universally true since in my life I have left Wyoming three separate times, eventually returning here to feel perfectly comfortable and at peace.  … Continue reading »

The title of a recent sermon at my church was “In the fullness of time”. When the title flashed up on the screen above the pastor’s head as he began, an hourglass appeared as well. The main thrust of the sermon was that Jesus’ birth in Bethlehem wasn’t a result of happenstance or a change … Continue reading »

Have you ever wondered why it was shepherds that first got the news of Jesus’ birth?  Honestly, until Karl (my husband) made an off-hand observation about it to me recently, I never really questioned it. I just assumed that shepherds were pretty lowly and had no great status in society, and since God wanted to … Continue reading »