Recently I went to see Luke Bryan’s Farm Tour concert with a friend. We were giddy as two schoolgirls. The concert was on a local farmer’s freshly harvested hay field. We drove out to the venue, and as we caught up with traffic, I glanced at my phone to see my bars of service had suddenly diminished. I snapped a picture of the homemade yard signs welcoming Luke Bryan to “crash their party” and as I tried to text it to all my friends my phone started giving me another sign. Continue reading “You’ve Got . . . No Service”
I pull into the parking lot of the local park, put the car in park, shut off the engine and sigh. Is this even worth it? I wonder as I listen to the stereo cries coming from the backseat. Should we have come to the park today? Should we just turn around and go home? My mind flashes back to home this morning. Continue reading “Round the Merry-Go-Round”
Recently my family went on vacation to the Rocky Mountains in Colorado. On our first day we went on a hike with our two girls. The eldest is three, and the youngest is almost one. Since we had only one off-road stroller, we placed the baby in the stroller and had the three-year-old walk. We were a few minutes in, and I was wishing the eldest was in the stroller. All she wanted to do was play in the red sand and rocks along the pathway. I kept nudging her to move along telling her there was more to see.
She double-checks her reflection yet again, judging herself, wishing she could look like the model on the magazine she has haphazardly lying on the floor. She frowns at the fat rolls she can’t smooth out under her sweater. She thinks if only she’d tried harder in P.E. maybe she could look more like the other girls, Continue reading “Reflections”
I’ll admit. I was skeptical when my husband suggested we move to a small town. I grew up in a college town, so I was used to the busy hustle and bustle of student life. Plus, I’d worked at a college campus, so there was always tons to see and do. When my husband suggested we move to a town with a population that was one percent of the size I was used to, I wasn’t so sure about the idea. “Really? I don’t know,” I’d said. And, I was new at being a stay-at-home mom. What would Continue reading “This Small-Town Life”
An innate problem-solver, I tend to believe there’s a solution to every problem. All I need to do is find it. I get the most frustrated when I come across those pesky unsolvable problems. And there are plenty. That’s right. Bear with me for a moment. You see, sometimes there are things that happen, circumstances that hinder us, that are beyond our control to fix. I have to be careful that my desire to solve problems doesn’t leave me with feelings of discontent for circumstances I can’t change. What can I do when faced with problems I can’t fix? Continue reading “The Unsolvable Riddle”