I Am A Piece Of Work

I attend a weekly Bible study at my church each year.  At the end of the year, our leader encourages us to create a piece of art that reflects what we learned through the year. I wanted to have a piece of art to offer for this year’s final meeting, but the only thing I could think of to offer was myself....more

The Best Days of My Life

Sitting at my high school graduation, I thought to myself, these are the best days of my life.  For me, high school was pretty great.  I had experienced lots of success both academically and athletically.  I thought nothing could top this.Then, I went to college.  In those four years, I joined a sorority, participated in campus activities, screamed my lungs out at football games, and fell in love.  Surely, those years when I discovered who I was, chose what I wanted for my career, and met the man I would marry were the best days of my life....more

I Don't Want To Forget

It’s late afternoon on Christmas.  My kids and my husband are taking naps and the house is peaceful.  I have been given quiet time to sit and reflect.  If you are a parent of small children, then you know what a rare gift that is.   My mind is in Uganda.  It takes the 8,000 mile trip anytime I have even a moment to remember.  It is hard to believe that I was just there.  Not even a month has passed since my feet last walked on that beautiful red dirt.  I told my husband just yesterday that I am worried that I will forget.  Already, I feel li...more

A New Perspective On Cleaning Toilets

After spending the morning with our sponsored children, Team World Vision and our amazing hosts, men and women who work and live in Lwamaggwa, Daniel’s community, loaded into thee four-wheel drive vehicles and headed out to see more of World Vision’s work in the community.    Lwamaggwa is located deep in the country in southern Uganda.  November is rainy season, so the red dirt roads on which we traveled were a muddy mess.  The mud and the ruts were no match for our drivers.  Many times, we approached water-covered roads and I thought there was no way to cross....more

A Boy Named Daniel

During the last few miles of the half marathon, I was suffering.  The long hills of Kampala had taken their toll on me, and I was beginning to fade.  John Huddle, one of my half marathon buddies turned and asked me, “Steph, who are you running for?”  In between gasps for air (we were headed up one of those brutal hills) I said, “I am running for Daniel.”  With that in mind, I kept going....more

Fat Girls Can Run?

I am home from Uganda.  I have so many stories to tell, but I have to start with this one......more

A Mom's Job Description

Train up a child in the way he should go, even when he is old he will not depart from it.  Proverbs 22:6As a former HR attorney, I appreciate a good job description when I see one.  Well done, King Solomon. ...more

Giving Thanks by Showing Compassion

Thanksgiving is fast approaching, and I have been thinking about it a lot these days.  This is probably because I will not be able to celebrate the holiday with my husband and kids – the four people that top my “thankfulness” list.  I have spent some time this week remembering the things for which I am so thankful.  I think it is good to pause and give thanks for what we have been given, but I’d like to suggest that maybe we could add another element to the holiday.  In addition to remembering all we have and giving thanks, I think that in remembering all we have, we sho...more

Because I Can

I am in the home stretch.   In a little over two weeks, I will be on a plane bound for Uganda.  I have three long runs left in my training schedule.  Eight miles this week, 9 miles next week, and 10 miles on the morning of my flight from Denver to Minneapolis....more
I think it is amazing endeavor! I wish you the best of luck on your journey :)more

Side by Side

I trained for and ran my first half marathon this past summer.  I trained in the mornings, but it was hard to drag myself out of bed, and on more days than I’d like to admit, I could talk myself out of a run.  My alarm would go off, I’d hit snooze a couple of times, and then Z would say:  “You’re going to regret it tomorrow if you don’t run today.” On the days I didn’t give in and pull the covers back over my head, I would leave the house around 6:45.  I can honestly say, I never woke up looking forward to my run. ...more