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Dress for the weather, not the calendar!
It’s November, and record-setting cold temperatures are hitting Alaska. Usually, we don’t see these types of temps until January or February. This cold snap brings to mind a saying all Alaskan and other cold-weather dwellers understand. “Dress for the weather, not the calendar.” Alaskans understand dressing for the weather. Well, mostly. Sometimes I see teenagers…
A Heart of Worship
How often have you left a church service and thought, “I didn’t get a thing out of that sermon?” Or heard someone walking out of the service muttering, “The worship songs didn’t speak to my heart.” Confess it – we’ve all whispered similar thoughts and blamed the preacher or song leader for not leading our…
Termination Dust: Winter Begins
One morning, earlier this month, I woke up to the sight of termination dust. For you non-Alaskans, that is SNOW. On the mountains. The termination of summer. Today, I woke up to snow everywhere. Alaska, I’m not ready for winter. I’ve barely said goodbye to summer and hello to autumn. Yet I feel winter…
Careless or Faithful
As I’ve watched the current situation in Afghanistan unfold, my heart weeps. My emotions bounce between anger, frustration, and horror as I’ve watched the pictures scrolling across my screen. Prayers fall from my lips for the trapped cross-cultural workers and Afghani Christians who face inevitable persecution. For Americans trying to return home. For our military.…
Walking in Freedom
A couple of years ago, I unexpectedly found myself getting emotional while pledging allegiance to the American flag. My reaction surprised me. Since then, I’ve experienced the same emotional response upon hearing the soaring notes of the Star-Spangled Banner at various events. I suddenly had a new appreciation for walking in freedom. Maybe this unexpected…
Read Me! Translate Me!
When my family moved to Russia, I convinced myself that I would be an excellent language learner. Unfortunately, God didn’t grant me the gift of tongues. I ended up failing repeating my first semester of Russian. Thankfully, a community of Russian speakers came alongside me and introduced me to the phrases “Read me” and “Translate me.” …
Breaking Up Is Hard To Do
Breakup. A term used for the ending of a romantic relationship. The old song says it so well, “breaking up is hard to do.” Sometimes, the breakup is quick, like taking a surgeon’s scalpel to our heart. Other times, the breakup drags on and on, on-again, off-again. Our heart looks forward to moving on to…
Lessons My Mom Taught Me
My Mom excelled at baking bread. When we walked into her house, the yeasty smell of hot bread and coffee lured us to the kitchen. Slices of warm bread slathered with butter accompanied by a cup of coffee would be devoured by our family. Unfortunately, I did not inherit my Mom’s breadmaking expertise. My mom…
Walk in Grace
According to my unscientific observations, clumsiness is inherited. My mom inherited the clumsiness gene, passed it along to me, and I’ve passed it along to my daughter. Graceless describes the females in my family. I remember being frustrated when my parents said I couldn’t ride my bike to school. It didn’t dawn on…
Monday’s Rose
Monday’s rose. A single rose in a bud vase arrived every Monday, delivered to the corner of my mother’s desk. The other employees marveled at my father’s romantic gesture. No one knew the story that lay behind Monday’s rose. For most of their marriage, my parents experienced a good life. They worked hard,…
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