Everyone wants to see a miracle, but
no one wants to need one.
Am I right?
August 27, 2017 fell on a Sunday.
It was a beautiful day,
perfect for flying.
Clear skies, gentle breeze, ambient temps.
Exactly like Sunday, August 27, 2000
when my husband Craig and his airplane
I have to admit it.
I was in a tree!
You know the one, right?
The crazy tree?
The tree you climb
when life is out of control.
When people you love don’t behave properly,
or money is way short
or you discover a secret that you wish you hadn’t.
That crazy tree!Read More›
Pruning is painful but necessary.
Pruning is a fancy word for the painful extraction
of bad habits,
and wonky facial hair!
Do you have hair in places women shouldn’t have hair?
I do, and the older I get,
the furrier I become!
Dave and I were eating our banana splits at the local
ice cream shop when a family of four
walked past us looking for a place to sit that was out of the sun.
When was the last time you
experienced the love of being known?
Last weekend, I sat in a small town diner
eating breakfast with my mom and dad.
My folks moved to Florida several years ago,
but had come back to Lodi, WI
where they had spent most of their lives,
to visit a long time friend who was sick.
We all long to know
we are worthy of belonging.
To have connection.
To be accepted for who we are.
To be loved.
When my boys were in high school,
one played guitar on the worship team.
The other took up acting.
Every time one of them was on a platform,
you can bet I was front and center.
I had my eyes locked on him until
he did something clever or
performed some especially challenging feat,
at which point,
I would turn to the person on my left,
elbow them to get their attention,
point at the stage and exclaim,
“See that one in the blue shirt?
That one’s mine.
Isn’t he wonderful?”
Then, I’d turn to the person behind me
“Did you see that?
Did you notice how brilliant that boy is?
He belongs to me.”
it didn’t matter what they were doing.
On the stage or loafing on the sofa,
showing off or crashing the car,
my eyes are always on my boys,
They weren’t perfect.
They aren’t perfect.
Sometimes, they weren’t even very good.
Their performance never affected
the way I love my children.
I love them because they belong to me.
They are part of me.
Do you believe God has good gifts waiting for you?
From the time my children were born,
I planned to give them lots of great stuff.
I intended to shower them with opportunities that would delight them.
I was determined to give them things that would make
their life easier or better or richer or set them up for success.
It was always my intention that they would
swim in an ocean,
ride a bike,
drive a car,
have a girlfriend.
I always had plans to
send them college,
mow the lawn with the big tractor,
use the chainsaw and
However, I couldn’t dump every good thing
I had in my storehouse on them at once!
I didn’t want them to become
I didn’t want to set my boys up to fail or get hurt.
Did you notice that most of the good gifts I had for them
required some training to appreciate and
some maturity to manage?
Have you ever wished
Boss Your Fear?
I took my teenage boys to an amusement park
and reluctantly agreed to accompany them
on a roller coaster ride.
It was one of those big, old, wooden monstrosities.
The kind of rollercoaster that
shakes and tosses you around inside the cart
until your sunglasses fly off your face and
most of the contents of your purse
fall into the abyss below the tracks.
As the roller coaster thrashed us about,
fear crawled up the back of my throat.
Why did I ever agree to come on this ride?
I’ll probably die and my children will be orphans!
“This is terrifying!” I shrieked to my son.
“I hate this. How do I make it stop!”
“You can’t stop it, Mama.
You just gotta do it scared!”
my son yelled back.
There was nothing to do but hang on and ride it out.
Rationally, I knew that millions of people
had survived the ride,
but at that moment it didn’t feel like
I was going to.
Maybe that’s how you feel now.
Like you’re being rattled and shaken and
tossed about and that
you’re not going to make it.
Fear creeps up on you and
your mind is filled with
Why’s and What if’s?
That’s the ugly, scary part of fear.
The powerful unknown.
It’s Not Too Late For YOUR Big Dream!
I spend a lot of my days doing
You, too, right?
There’s a little verse in Zechariah 4:10 that says,
“Do not despise these small beginnings,
for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin..”
As an author and speaker
I have BIG DREAMS
to see thousands surrender to Jesus.
I have BIG DREAMS
of women breaking free of stinkin’ thinkin’.
I have BIG DREAMS of
infusing hope to the bowed down.