
Drawing the Boundary Lines of Blessed Life
Psalm 16:5-6 5 Lord, you alone are my portion and my cup; you make my lot secure. 6 The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. When my husband and I first married, he was still in college and we were both working different hours. Looking back, I imagine the first years of our married life were a lot like many others first years. We were growing up, learning to live on our own, making decisions as a couple and paying our o

Christian's Shouldn't Enjoy Halloween
Yep. That’s what Christian media tells us. Maybe they are right. But I know two things: I am a live-your-faith-everyday-Christian and I really really enjoy Halloween. As a kid my sisters and I dressed up and my mom would drive us around to the houses of people she knew and wait on us in the car as we begged, er, asked for candy. I distinctly remember a dear woman who was my grandmother’s best friend. Ms. Carr didn’t have any grandchildren and even at a young age I knew she lo

It's not raining everywhere
Yesterday a big storm passed through our area. The local meteorologist has talked about the coming bad weather for days. Schools who were not already out for Columbus Day let out early. My kids and I took shelter in the basement of my husband’s work. Everyone was watching the line of storms pass through neighboring states waiting for it to hit. Just six months ago a monster storm slammed a tornado into our area damaging homes and businesses and terrifying a whole lot of us. W

The Legacy of "Big Jim"
I’ve been thinking about this post all week. As we all say, life gets in the way. Now its Friday and I haven’t written a word of it. This week, our community laid to rest a man who supported us, cheered us on and believed in us. My first memories of Jim were probably somewhere around 20 years ago. When I was in high school, whenever my twin sister and I had to sell something for school we always started with Mr. Jim who worked at a local industry. You see, Jim supported the s

God's Holy Frying Pan
Tonight as I was getting supper on plates (tacos, to be exact) my son starts to whine, "Katie called me a baby, but I'm not a baby!" Of course he puckered out his bottom lip so he resembled more of a baby than the 8 year old he is. I responded, "If you know you are not a baby then why do you care what she says? Don't worry so much about what other people say." At that exact moment it happened, WHAM!, hit between the eyes with what a college friend liked to refer to as "God's