various fun things like my ongoing fishing feud with my brother and looking at old artwork and writings from our younger years with my cousins.
college, when I had time to write and illustrate letters, but not actually mail them.
the intense experience of crafting while watching an action spy movie. The world is about to explode and here we are gluing paper circles. “Craft, Kathy! Craft like you’ve never crafted before!”
dad stories. Not all dads are equal on this one, I think. My own Dad set a very high standard. “Ok, one more skunk story,” said Valerie’s dad (unfortunately for her family, I adopted them long ago), and we listened eagerly. Snake stories, hunting stories, horse riding stories, injury stories, car stories, stories of getting in and out of scrapes, I love them all.
You are my refuge of strength till the end.
hands that can do work. Sunshine. Encouragement. Trader Joe’s coffee. Birds.
old quilts & young hearts.
quiet moments in the middle of the crazy ones.
my brothers, and our particular way of coping with things: being ridiculous. They are God’s gifts to me for sure! What would I do without them??
the faithful friends who helped with the move. Brought trailers, lifted heavy things, made food, and showed us tons of hospitality.
[more] safe travels.
smelly old dog to keep me company while I cleaned.
puppy therapy with friends.
first birthdays, first houses, first graham crackers with blue frosting.
that Jesus never leaves me alone, He’s with me whatever I’m going through.
yet another safe drive across Nebraska.
fun times digging up old memories with my fam.
the fact that I am a paper hoarder. A hoarder of paper. It is not good.
Starbucks and peanut M&M’s.
Burger King & laughing to the pain with my brothers.
when doing laundry becomes unavoidable.
friends and family who basically encourage me to be a mooch.
friends & couches & blankets & Poirot.
brothers who take selfies like none other. :)
that God placed me in a family of really odd, crazy, hilarious people. I don’t know if I could have handled a normal upbringing.
opportunities for great joy, aka troubles. I am not loving every moment.
all the people who have shown me patience over the years, when I was/am immature and/or self-important and/or “smart” and/or using confusing/excessive punctuation.
sunsets to follow west, tumbleweeds to follow east.
snow & stillness.
how God’s peace guards my heart and my mind.
teal & brown.
the cozy feeling of it snowing all night.
the cute little stuffed animal posse that watches over one of my clients 24/7. :)
sunsets in January.
coffee, beautiful coffee.
babies wearing adult-sized gloves. It’s hilarious.
how satisfying it is to chuck big sticks into partially-frozen creeks.
family to take care of me when I’m sick.
Grace for the Good Girl. I am going to read it again soon. The way I keep coming back to it in my mind and in conversations over the past few years, tells me 1) it was extremely impactful in my life and 2) maybe I have more to learn.
schemes and inspiration.
how hard it is that R doesn’t really know who I am anymore when I visit. My head says, you know this was coming. My heart says, it’s harder to accept it when you love them and their BIG, fun, fancy, outrageous and loving personality.. which is fading away.
this counting gifts habit and how it keeps changing me.
brunch with the women of my church. The huge pile of boots & shoes by the door made me smile.
when I make up funny games for the enjoyment of all. Or at least, I enjoy them and think I am funny! :)
old men drinking coffee and arguing about politics and football early in the morning at restaurants. They are like a security blanket. Society will still be OK as long as you can find packs of these men in towns across the country.
my butter stockpile.
anything involving friends + food.
candles and new books.
when I wish I was done learning something, but apparently I’m not.
work & rest.
safe travels to & from Jamaica. (P.S. going to Jamaica via Venango, Nebraska- where I met up with two of my traveling companions- is very strange.)
each opportunity to spend time with students. It is so fun to do Bible Quizzing with them.
my poor brain, confused as to my whereabouts, the weather, etc. On the plane home I had the thought, “It’s taking us a long time to get to the school… oh wait, I’m not in the van… I’m in an airplane heading home.”
breakfasts at The Pelican.
my buddy Mr. Francis. We were so excited to see each other!
when you have joy but also, your heart is breaking at the same time.
when things do not turn out how we want.
all the wonderful people who send me and pray for me and help me along the way.
including Miss Velma, a truly one-of-a-kind woman, who died last week.
silly faces & big smiles with our girl Kayla!
her daddy, the best van driver in Jamaica. And one of the wisest, most caring people I know. I’m proud to call him my friend.
Blessed be the name of the Lord from this time forth and forevermore! From the rising of the sun to its setting, the name of the Lord is to be praised! The Lord is high above all nations, and His glory above the heavens!
-Psalm 113:2-4 ESV
brunch for twelve (consumed by five).
making felt flowers, playing with the baby, and talking I mean, watching Husker football games.
how my life has been shaped by giving.
when it is just a very minor car accident.. when it is your family involved you think of what it could have been.
carpet tack strips to tear up.
silly old texts with my brother. He thinks he’s funny. Fortunately I have plenty of Lassie comebacks ready and waiting.
when I come home with a bag of leftover rotisserie chicken, socks, a sweater for Goodwill, and (another) handmade floral decoration. Life of a caregiver!
my John Wayne blanket.
small town stories.
Saturday mornings with Han & Val.
how easy it is to memorize verses doing the first letter of each word thing.
when faith is extra essential. (And guilt is not.)
dinner at Deidra’s.
Grace for the Good Girl. (The e-book is 99 cents right now!)
sweet potato biscuits.
traditions involving friends & food!
the fun part of decorating beforehand. The fun part of being slightly overwhelmed by the sheer number of humans and crock pots and deliciousness in my home. The fun part of cleaning up afterward. (It is all fun.)
Speak to one another with psalms, hymns and spiritual songs. Sing and make music in your hearts to the Lord, always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ. -Ephesians 5:19-20
time to get away with the women in my church and be refreshed, prayed over, and encouraged.
a well-stocked snack bar complete with a “tree” of apples, a fancy apple slicer and caramel.
laughing at youtube videos with my cousins.
homemade bread & store bought soup.
how I can always draw near to God.
black and white pictures of baby miniature donkeys.