Preacher’s Wife Teaching Life

IVSO keyboard for iPad For my birthday, I got a new iPad…so awesome! My mother-in-love bought me a keyboard to go with it, but for some reason it shipped from Tonga. Yeah, I had to google that, but I am geographically challenged so I google everything. We waited patiently and with perfect timing, it “arrived” on my actual birthday…except it didn’t. No big deal; I can wait…I’m a big girl after all. But alas, it never showed up. I text messaged my mother-in-love and she emailed the company to check on it. The company sent another keyboard free of charge, and we waited patiently again. However, this time she sent me the tracking number and I tracked that baby every step of the way. I also kept checking her mail box and PO box just to make sure the other one never showed up. Two weeks after the second one shipped, it arrived at a post office I wasn’t checking (she uses two post offices…long story - I’ll spare you). I called the post office ahead of time (having learned my lesson the f...

I love superhero shows…pretty much all of them. I was late to the party in the sense that I didn’t read all the comics first, but I love to watch all the movies and TV shows. That being said, I don’t have all the tid-bits of background information that is sometimes useful when characters makes references I don’t understand. To avoid spoiler alerts, I won’t mention which show I was watching today, but suddenly the main dude ends up in some other dimension and he’s talking to people who aren’t people that resemble people he knows that call themselves Watchmen. If that’s not confusing, I don’t know what is. I rant to Jarrod that they can’t just suddenly introduce this notion of another dimension with beings that watch over everything. I have a hard time believing it and I’m wondering how everyone in the show knows about it except me…how do you know there is another dimension? How do you know when you’re actually there? And it dawns on me that this must be how some people feel when I talk...

As I read through my Beginner’s Bible at age 6, I first believed that Jesus is real and God is the King. I could feel in my heart that the stories in the Bible were truth and I knew without a doubt that Jesus lived. I grew up going to Sunday school, VBS, reading the Bible and praying before meals. I learned how to live a life that was pleasing to God and I tried to be good. As I got older I started having questions that no one could answer; I had questions that were best answered by someone with higher knowledge. That was when my dad encouraged me to ask God those unanswerable questions. That notion was foreign to me. If I asked, how would he answer? How would I know it’s God speaking? Will I hear a voice? Will I see Him? My dad prompted me to just ask and I would know.  Once I learned what He sounded like (a gut feeling, a new genius thought, a Bible passage or a physical sign), I began regularly asking Him questions about my direction in life and things that caused anxiety....

A year and a half ago, this puppy chose us to be his parents; we named him Troop. He stole our hearts and brought us joy, but what we didn't know was that he was born with some problems. We can look back now and see the effects of those problems, but at the time we didn't know that each event was connected. His last accident affected him in a way that he couldn't recover and we had to say goodbye…two days before my birthday.   I know God well enough that I have confidence He is good and everything He does is good…so my dog dying is good? I wouldn't necessarily classify a death of a loved one as a good thing, but I can say it's good that he doesn't hurt anymore and that his life was good. I can say every memory I have of him was joyful and happy; his impact on our lives was good. He taught us more about love, leading and joy in every circumstance, and that was good. I know God brought him into our lives to show us a greater capacity of love; He didn...