The Chosen Lady

Merry Christmas dear reader! I hope you have had a wonderful day, surrounded by love. I have a soccer team sized family, so my Christmas preparations began months ago. Ideas were tossed around, and once I had settled on what I thought were the right gifts for each person, the treasure hunt began. When considering a gift for someone, context matters. Why do they want this gift? What goal or persona or fantasy does it represent to them? I’ll give you a personal example. There is a book that I really enjoyed reading. “The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society,” by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows. Brief summary…

Hello dear reader, I have a confession, and it’s fifty three years in the making. I hate Thanksgiving. I always have. Please don’t interpret that to mean I hate being grateful. I frequently reflect upon what I am grateful for. “Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.” (1 Thessalonians 5:18) Here’s how my epiphany came about. Recently a friend who is working out a custody agreement with their ex partner reached out to me with questions. My answers didn’t seem to satisfy this person, and they said, “I knew you wouldn’t understand.” Comedian Dane Cook calls remarks like these a…

My oldest son has this uncanny ability to guess what any wrapped gift is, based upon shape, size, and sometimes smell. It is really hard to surprise him, and what makes it more complicated is that receiving gifts is his love language. So I am always struggling to both surprise and please him. One Christmas, I made the epic mistake of gifting him a chemistry set, which he despised. He tried hard to reassure me it wasn’t 100% awful (his face said otherwise.) WORST. GIFT. EVER. He told me he loved me and gave me a sincere thank you. I went on to have a few more sons ( ok,…

A friend loves at all times,And a brother is born for adversity.  Proverbs 17:17 A recent family tragedy has brought my siblings closer. We are circling the wagons around the broken hearted one, trying to keep away any more hurt. Our attempts to protect our sibling are fierce and flawed, wholly inadequate but well intentioned. Thinking about how much I love my siblings brought to mind two uniquely different sibling stories. The first, a pair of siblings who failed to appreciate one another, their rivalry splitting an entire town apart. The other, a pair that remained loyal during the worst form of adversity, inspiring heroic action. The first story takes…

In 1983, a Connecticut engineer named Frank Hursey performed an experiment on a mouse that would change medicine forever. He cut the mouse open and applied a mineral called zeolite onto the wound. The wound stopped bleeding within seconds and Hursey released the mouse. Zeolite takes water out of wounds and forces platelets and clotting factors together. Frank Hursey created what it now known as QuikClot, a topical hemostat agent. The U.S. Army was a popular customer and for good reason. According to Charles Barber, author of In The Blood, QuikClot had a huge impact on one soldier in particular. Barber writes, “In November 2005, Lieutenant Ryan Kules, of the…

Last month my husband called me from work and relayed news that shook me to my core. A dizzying succession of words that I rapidly tried to process. “I’ve lost feeling in my arm, having trouble breathing, the ambulance is coming.” That night, it was confirmed my husband had had a stroke. I called those closest to us and asked for prayers. The stroke recovery was nothing short of miraculous. Within hours, full speech and motor function seemed to be back in place. We tentatively hoped life might go back to ‘normal.’ That was not the will of God. Further tests brought to light a dangerous heart arrhythmia called atrial…

When my daughter was eleven, she asked me for a kitten. We already had a cat, a mild-mannered shelter rescue named Zoey, an American Bombay with polydactyl paws. I didn’t feel the need for another cat, but my daughter persisted. My husband and I explained that if she truly wanted a kitten from the animal shelter, she would have to save her weekly allowance money in order to prove to me that this goal was genuine. The adoption fee was $160. We gave her $10 a week, and when she had made it halfway to her goal, her grandmother stepped in and asked if she could be allowed to meet…

Hello lovely readers. A dear friend of mine advised me to be forthright about why I haven’t written in a month. I’m drained, I’m heart sick, I’m battle weary. I love writing, I love sharing about Jesus. However, things in my personal life have become a bit like a Hydra. In Greek mythology, the Hydra was a nine-headed monster, and when anyone attempted to cut off one of its heads, two more grew in its place. The only solution was to cauterize the wound before the heads could regrow. If you know me or have followed the blog over the last three years ( has it really been three years??),…

” Now the eleven disciples went to Galilee, to the mountain to which Jesus had directed them.  And when they saw him they worshiped him, but some doubted. And Jesus came and said to them, “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me.  Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit,  teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age.” Matthew 28: 16 -20 Dear Readers ~ This is a direct request from me to you. The primary reason this blog exists is my humble attempt to fulfill the Great Commission – ‘to…