Blog - Joy

So in my last blog, I revealed my first tattoo.

He is risen!

God said to Moses, “Remove your sandals, for the place on which you are standing is holy ground.”

Jesus is born!

Just a week or so before he died, I came home from work to our apartment in Regensburg Germany to find my husband standing—and, rare for those days, smiling—before four piles of decreasing size.

Yet it was you who took me from the womb; you kept me safe on my mother’s breast.
On you I was cast from my birth, and since my mother bore me you have been my God.

Standing in my jammies in the living room, cupping my coffee in front of the new fire, warming my chilly bones early on a sub-zero Minnesota New Year’s Day morning, I mulled, yet again, why I haven’t written or posted much on social media for such a long time.

About two years back, the State of Minnesota paid for our home to made more accessible by way of a track-run hoyer lift for my son…and for my back, as it turns out, because Karl’s way heavier now at age 18 than when the accident happened at age 3, I will tell you what.

Beauty, joy, self-care, and passion.

Six years ago yesterday, my Mama died.

Eucharisteó

This last month has brimmed with all sorts of action: travels, presentations, writing deadlines, appointments, and meetings.

I fell in love with the Minnesota Twins, and therefore fell in love with baseball, at the exact same time that I first fell in love at all.

Dear OMG blog readers,

Jesus is risen!

Epiphany.

Some time in the last week or two I was listening to Minnesota Public Radio, and a story about “legacy letters” came on.

Luke 1:39-56 

I got myself into a bit of a pickle the other day, and the reason for it (as is the case with most of my pickles [I tend to generate a lot]) started innocuously.

So on the upside, I learned several things, thanks to not one but both dogs being sprayed by a skunk yesterday morning at 4:00 a.m.