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?
What’s on your summer reading list?
Summer has plenty of holidays
that come with extra time off from work
and often a trifle more space in our calendars.
Summer is packed with opportunities for
vacations and excursions.
Reading is a great way to pass the hours
waiting in an airport terminal,
logging miles in the car or RV,
or lounging by the water.
If you haven’t already read
The Widow Wore Pink,
A True Story of Life After Loss and the Transforming Power of a Loving God,
take it along on the road,
in the plane,
onboard the boat
or soaking up the rays poolside.
Right now, the Kindle/Ibook/Nook version of
The Widow Wore Pink
is on sale for $1.99.
So grab the paperback you bought
when we were together,
or get the digital version for your device
and read it!
I’d love to hear what your summer plans are
and what else is on your reading list.
If you’ve already read The Widow Wore Pink,
did you write a review on Amazon yet?
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