Reverend Mama

Patching the Pumpkins

As we stood in line for the hayride to the pumpkin patch, I asked my children: “what size pumpkins do you want to pick?”

My 23-month-old son shouted: “ORANGE!” 

The entire line burst into laughter.

“Orange pumpkins, it is!” I hugged my sweet boy and smiled.

The kids and I were at a local farm for a special Friday Funday (my sabbath day), while my husband worked at home. October Pumpkin Patch Day was here, and we couldn’t be more excited! We had our trusty stroller, a diaper bag filled with snacks, and the kids were willingly dressed in their matching Halloween shirts (Minnie & Mickey, of course). A fun memorable day was in store … in more ways than one.

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A Pastor Looks at Forty

I started to climb out on the rocks. I wanted to get the perfect picture of Bass Harbor Head Lighthouse. My husband called to me as I went out: “Be careful, Love! I didn’t check which ERs are in-network on this trip!”

“I’m fine,” I called back, “I spent my whole childhood climbing rocks in National Parks”

“Except you’re not a child anymore!” he reminded me.

“Oh boo to you!” I said, jumping to another rock.

Except, well, he had a point. We were at Acadia National Park precisely to celebrate my 40th birthday. Plus, I’m a total klutz — it’s maybe possible that I tripped over a rock and fell over backwards at the first Overlook (but who’s counting that?). 40 and a klutz. Sure, but I was going to see that lighthouse. Read More

Bear One Another’s Burdens

“Ew yuck” my daughter announced, “Mommy, Simon has a stinky bum.”

“He does? I don’t smell anything,” I said, as I gave my son a proper pants check. Looking in, I saw it. She was right – toddler noses tell all. But my nose… my nose smelled nothing.

Let me repeat that: my nose smelled nothing. I bent in closer for a smell. (Don’t even judge me). I couldn’t smell it.

As I changed the stinky-to-everyone-else-diaper, I felt panic arise in me. I had a terrible head cold. I’d had it a few days – mucus and a headache. My son had given it to me, lovingly wiping his cute snotty nose on me. He was fine, and I was fine except for the mucus … and now the fact that I couldn’t smell.

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As a result of having strong roots in love, I ask that you’ll have the power to grasp love’s width and length, height and depth, together with all believers. I ask that you’ll know the love of Christ that is beyond knowledge so that you will be filled entirely with the fullness of God.

Ephesians 3:17-18

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