Gretchen Louise

dive

I still remember the view from the diving board at the city pool where we took swimming lessons.  I’d stand there, hesitating, my teacher and the rest of the class watching and cheering me on. I knew it would be fine, once I jumped.  But it was the fear of jumping that kept me there….

opportunity

I tend to think of opportunity in the terms of something new and different.  A new book to read, a different project to work on.  New scope for my imagination. But I’m learning that sometimes the biggest opportunities are the ones I’m already part of. It’s just that need to dig in and get to…

One Wintry Night

One Wintry Night

Everyone piles on the couch, the kiddoes still in their pajamas.  It’s one wintry morning, and everyone is slow in waking up. The bright pictures captivate their imagination. The boy was caught in the storm. But the story draws them in. He stumbled toward the house his grandpa had built.  “If the boy could make…

wonder

They see it in each snowflake and every twinkle light, they hear it in the note of each carol and the rustle of every piece of tissue paper.  The wonder and excitement of it all.  They thrill that Christmas is coming.  They sing the tidings of His birth at the top of their lungs. No…

thank you

They filled the airports that weekend, as I travelled home. I wondered about their stories as I saw them.  How much have they given up to serve our country?  What all have their families gone through to support them? I wanted to go up to each one and say “thank you.” But I’d have missed…

Ruth Ann’s Birth Day

Ruth Ann’s Birth Day

Our oldest daughter was born the day before Thanksgiving, November 21, 2007. In honor of her fifth birthday today, I’m sharing her birth story, transcribed from her baby album. Dear Ru, When Mommy went to the Dr. on November 21, 2007, I sure wasn’t expecting to be holding you by the end of the day.  Everything had been…

stay

“Stay where you can hear His voice.” It’s the lesson from Allume that keeps reverberating in my head.  When I want rules, when I want guidelines, Ann Voskamp’s words echo back. She told the story in parable form, as she does so well.  Their daughter asked how far she could go away from the church…

quiet

It’s when the quiet settles in after a long day that I feel my body relax.  I can finally hear myself think. If it’s naptime, I can write or work.  If it’s nighttime, I can curl up with a book or cuddle up with my husband. But those quiet moments are so few and far…

my problems

It was one of those mornings.  Other people’s to-do lists crowding out my own, yesterday’s laundry begging to be washed, and constant phone calls on a dying cell phone. I was feeling sorry for myself, running high on caffeine and low on patience. Then someone fell and there was blood and a quick trip to…

The End.

The End.