Letting Go by Tammy Abee Blom

I enjoy preaching. Most of my preaching experience happens as a guest preacher in a colleague’s congregation. The joy is in preparing and offering my gift of words about the Scripture. The struggle is I don’t always know the congregation personally. Awhile back I...

Imperfection by Tammy Abee Blom

I finished a handmade Christmas gift for a friend. So excited to have it completed, I held it up to admire, and the art was off center in the frame. Off center equals imperfection, and what I had thought was completed now required another attempt. The decorations on...

Those are My Birds! by Tammy Abee Blom

I filled a bird feeder with sunflower seeds and hung it outside the kitchen window. I did not know if the birds would come, or if the squirrels would commandeer the feeder, so I waited to see what would happen. Within days, the birds became regular visitors, and our...

Holding Hands by Tammy Abee Blom

Audrey was telling me about her third day as a second grader. I asked if anything had not gone as expected and she shared, “I took the new girl to the nurse.” I asked her to tell me about it. While licking her Popsicle, Audrey related, “We were playing on the...