Hands Off My Bucket by Tammy Abee Blom

While volunteering in Audrey’s kindergarten classroom, her teacher mentioned, “Audrey is good at filling buckets.” Knowing Audrey’s love of all things organized, I quipped, “She does love a good storage container.” The teacher said, “No. I mean happy buckets. We talk...

What Love Means by Missy Ward

Katie has a smile that could light up the darkest room. You would have never known about her smile a year and a half ago. Last fall, I was walking through the local produce market in Uganda when I saw three of my English as a Second Language students from a distance,...

Feed Yourself by Tammy Abee Blom

I swung into the parking lot of the grocery store and switched on my favorite radio station. I stabbed the straw in the to-go cup and unwrapped the burger. It was lunch time. I had exactly twelve minutes to eat because I needed forty five minutes to purchase groceries...

A Thanksgiving Story by Tammy Abee Blom

My Grandmother Abee was a bustling kitchen helper. She could be everywhere at once and suddenly right where you didn’t expect her. One Thanksgiving, Nancy asked me to slice the ham. The ham was hot from the oven and smelling like brown sugar and pineapple, so...

I Am a Minister and ______ by Tammy Abee Blom

Many of the female ministers I know have an “and” in their title. When I was the convener of women in ministry peer groups for Tennessee Cooperative Baptist Fellowship, I heard this story over and over again. I am a minister and . . . . I teach school . . . . I work...