I’ve desired to write before I could spell. It amused me as a child, became a ministry as a teenager, and helped pay for education as a college student.
Writing has always been a big part of my identity, passion, and learning (because I was not born good at it!).
But I’m shy about it.
Continue reading “Why Are We Shy About Our Gifts?”
I’ll never forget the day my mom put out a fire.
She was cooking something on the stove while several of my siblings, one of my grandmas, and I were milling about the kitchen.
Suddenly flames towered around the frying pan.
Continue reading “Cooking with Courage”
Saturday sun rays crept between the blinds. Eight o’clock am. I adore this golden hour, meaning freedom to sleep extra and to slow down after a busy week. All I wanted was to shrink back into my comforter, make a latte, and maybe garage sale — and clean my house. These are what I consider gifts of the weekend.
But a friend — moving out of her home — invited me to help her clean her house.
Continue reading “Mourning Stretches”
Walmart grocery pickup has been my song for about three months now. Right on my way home from work, it saves tons of time. As long as I arrive before 5:00pm, the wait is brief. Almost all of my substitutes have been exciting; usually it means an upgrade — a better brand, or more quantity for the same price.
Continue reading “Can’t Go to the Store for Butter (Grocery Pickup Pros)”
My husband and I got lost on our way to my grandparents’ cabin a few weeks ago. The adventure resulted in a lesson in communication, new tires for my car, and a return trip to the cabin the following weekend (bummer, right?). It also dawned in me a new appreciation for mission aviation…because we were alone and remote.
Continue reading “Beautiful, Dangerous Remoteness”
Abigail Rehmert 