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She would have been 11; a balloon release with a mom who grieves

“Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn.” Romans 12:15 When she talks about her baby girl who died, she always looks away. For my friend, it’s like the reality of a life lost more than a decade ago is still too much to look straight in the eye. 11 years is not enough … Continue reading

Let’s have a play date – intentional living in my backyard

One of the things about being the backyard missionary is doing things on purpose. I shop at the same places, eat at the same places, get my hair done, and drop off my husband’s shirts at the same places each time, all in order to connect with the people who work there and be a … Continue reading

Meeting the new neighbors, being brave when it’s awkward

I met my new neighbor today. I marched right up to her door, store-bought cupcakes on a plate and a hand-written note containing my phone number. It was like I had every right in the world to be there, unannounced and not knowing if her kids were allowed to eat sugar. I figure if you act … Continue reading

If you want to run, just run … and we’re not just talking about running

I’ve had a love-hate relationship with exercise for years. I go through seasons of enjoying it, craving it and going hard after it, but then there are seasons where, well, not so much. The last two years have been one of those seasons. Yes, I know. Two. Years. Deep down, I long to run. I’ve … Continue reading

Epic ‘F-bomb’ fail – humiliation and grace

I have the privilege of being the administrator of my church’s Facebook page, something that is super exciting and valuable to me. I get to engage members in a personal way, pulling valuable nuggets from the sermons on Sunday, posting photos and reminders of ‘what’s happening’ and even wish people a warm ‘happy birthday’ from … Continue reading

Hello, my name is …

Hello, my name is nobody. At least that’s what it felt like I said last night as I introduced myself to this new group of people in a class my husband and I are taking. Identity is something I’ve struggled with since quitting my career as a journalist and leaving all volunteer posts nearly four … Continue reading

Remembering the day he came; the gift of fostering

Everything he owned, right here in this bag “A baby is born with a need to be loved and never outgrows it.” — Frank A. Clark Two years ago today an unexpected visitor arrived at my house via a valiant army of CFS workers. It was a warm and sunny fall afternoon in Eastern Montana, … Continue reading

What makes us feel beautiful: It’s not about vanity

‘She is clothed in fine linen and purple …’ Prov. 31:22 I recently had a request by a homeless woman in our Sunday school class who is going back to school. In a hushed tone, she asked for things like nail polish remover, deodorant powder, a loofah and jewelry. “You know,” she said. “The stuff … Continue reading

Loving an addict, finding hope in a wasteland

I woke up this morning in a disquieted state. I had been dreaming of a dear sweet friend of mine whose husband is an alcoholic. In my dream, this beautiful, vibrant woman with a sparkle in her eyes unmatched by any I’ve seen, looked starkly different. Her face was worn. Her sparkle gone. Her beautiful, … Continue reading

When I don’t feel beautiful …

I have a friend, we’ll call her Jane, who I see on a weekly basis. Every week, she has on the same faded dark blue pants and blue coat. She wears a pink and blue knitted hat, which she never takes off. Although I sit down next to her so we can talk, she rarely … Continue reading