One year, almost to the day, since I have written a blog post. How have 365 days gone by without me really noticing? What proof do we have of change, growth and purpose in those 52 weeks? Has nothing happened that…

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Open your eyes and raise your hand…..

There are these “things” – these “practices” in the church that really are a conundrum for me. I can’t seem to make them make sense. Some of that may be due to my own disobedience – and right now I…

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DO YOU LIKE BEING A PASTOR’S WIFE?

34 years….. Pastor’s wife… That’s me… Someone asked me a few days ago, if I liked being a Pastor’s wife.  That is not the first time I have been asked that question.  It is, however, the first time I really…

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525,600 MINUTES

How do you measure a year? 525,600 minutes have passed since I have written a blog post. How do I measure that time? How do I evaluate all that has transpired during those 525,600 minutes? There have been joys, struggles,…

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OUT OF THE MOUTH OF BABES

  I am back in the Renault Alliance we bought while in graduate school.  There are a number of memories that were created in that vehicle.   Hey!!!   FAMILY  memories!!

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WHAT DO I DO WITH YOUR APOLOGY

  Apologies…. they don’t happen as often as they should. And whose fault is that?  Obviously…..well, you fill in this blank!   As I was thinking about how poorly we apologize to each other, I am also reminded of how…

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THE APOLOGY

When you are wrong, do you admit to your wrongdoing?  Or your bad judgment? Or your incorrect statement? Do you go to the person that you “wronged” and apologize? Do you take ownership of the mistake, and make things right…

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CLOSET CLEANING TREASURES

This is a re-post of a previous page as I am re-arranging my website. Thanks for your understanding!   In the spirit of transparency… I told you I would deal with the underbelly of life….cleaning closets! We have 6 closets…

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TRUTH TELLING

Birthdays.  They happen to all of us.  Usually every year.     Today is my day. 58 years ago, sometime in the middle of a Saturday night, after  the Lawrence Welk show, I joined my parents and a brother who…

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