I can’t name just one moment. When I think over my life, Jesus moments are tightly woven throughout it—both big and small. A few that keep coming to mind: both my husband and I choosing Concordia University and meeting, His hand in our move to the Lake Shore area, His presence at the hospital when my dad had his stroke, every time I’m at His table for Holy Communion and the power in that moment, the gift of each of my three boys that He’s mercifully made His own through baptism.
The Golden Girls. It always makes me laugh and I love the camaraderie among them. The four “girls” all have very different upbringings and personalities, but at the end of the day there isn’t anything they wouldn’t do for one another. Plus, who doesn’t love a good St. Olaf story?
Cody, Wyoming. We would take family vacations back there to visit my grandparents nearly every summer growing up. It’s a small, patriotic town that has a rodeo every night in summer, and smells like horses, grass, and rain after amazing passing thunder storms. I love that it hasn’t changed much, and just that it’s a slower, relaxing pace of life, in general.
When we were very young, my sister and I played tic-tac-toe on the back of our VW van with a rock. (I don’t know if we thought it would wipe away like chalk or what!) My mom was so aghast she didn’t even yell at us at that moment, she just sent us to our room.
A few of my college courses allowed me to: skin a cadaver to study human anatomy, breed fruit flies to study genetics, and grow bacteria in petri dishes in microbiology. It was fascinating!
It doesn’t feel like work! It feels like I am doing what I have been asked (or called) to do, and knowing without reservation that I am more than capable to do it well. Children are a gift from God; and He says, “Let the children come to me.” I love being able to share God’s real and unconditional love with His dear children.
The church community is important to me because they support me unconditionally. They lift me up when I cannot. Their friendship and fellowship alone motivates me to get up on those mornings I just feel too tired. I feel as close to many of them as I do my own family (and, after all, we are brothers and sisters in Christ.) There’s no safer, more peaceful place than among church family.