I grew up in a big duplex on an elm-lined street in South Minneapolis (Minnesota), with three very cool retro sisters and four equally groovy retro brothers.  I was fourth in line, a middle child.  Our dad owned a black ’39 Chevy in which the eight of us rode two deep – one row of kids with another row sitting on their laps.  That was before seat belts. 

Every night after tucking us in bed, our mother would read stories to us from the Bible.  I listened enthralled, wistfully wishing that God spoke to people today as He did to Abraham and Moses.

One of my favorite pastimes as a young girl was reading.  I loved visiting the library and even though it was several long blocks from our house, I’d check out stacks of books so high that before I reached home I’d end up crying from the sheer weight of carrying them all.  I finally solved that by hauling books by the wagonload in our red, Radio Flyer.     

We were the last family on our block to get a TV, and by then I was in seventh grade!  Because we had been TV-free, we kids learned to create our own fun.  You’ll read about one of those adventures in Secrets About Guys (that shouldn’t be secret)! 

My activities were more subdued than those of my brothers, but equally creative. From kindergarten through high school, I aspired to be a fashion designer and illustrator.  In tenth grade, my journalism teacher encouraged me to pursue writing but I was too focused on my chosen career to hear her. 

Though our mother faithfully brought us to church, I didn’t begin my personal search for God until I was out of high school and working for a large company – not as a fashion designer – finances put that dream on hold.  Interestingly, one of the tasks of my job was editing the company inter-office newsletter. 

One day, a co-worker brought me a book, The Cross and the Switchblade, by David Wilkerson, and I learned from it that God still speaks to people as He did in the Old Testament!  What a thrilling discovery!  No one had ever told me God was so available!   I figured there must be others who also didn’t know and, being a communicator at heart (though still not realizing it), I could hardly wait to tell them.  I prepared for my new vocation by applying to Bethany Fellowship Missionary Training Center (now Bethany College of Missions), in Bloomington, MN.

After graduating, I moved to northern Ontario and served with an inter-denominational ministry to Native Americans.  I was a house parent for teen girls, served as a camp counselor, helped plant a church, did crisis intervention, counseling, jail ministry, and hospital and home visits.  I also edited the mission newsletter and wrote articles for a denominational publication.  I loved the work and I loved the people! 

You’ll find out how I met and married my hero, Kevin, in Secret # 10 of my book!  We served together in Canada for three more years and had two sons, Aaron and Andrew.  After returning to the States and settling in a Wisconsin city, our third son, Luke, was born.  For four of our child-rearing years, we retreated to a rustic setting in a remote area of northwest Wisconsin.  God truly blessed us “in the city and in the country.”  Both places were a paradise for boys, loaded with adventure!     

Then Kevin’s job took us to the Florida panhandle, where, for almost six years, the guys in my life and I had more adventures, including surviving Hurricane Ivan in September, 2004!  Some people guess that’s why we moved back to the Midwest in January, 2005, but it was really my husband’s job!

While raising our sons, my primary focus was on being a wife and mother.  Teaching an adult Bible class, and article and column writing, added variety;  (Click on Articles for links to some of them.)  and speaking at ladies’ and girls’ retreats gave me a chance to mix with females!  Now that our sons are young men, I’m excited about having even more time for communicating.  Can you blame me?  After all, I’ve been living with only guys for twenty-four years!

 

 

 

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