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I am very much enjoying the full swing of fall and the onset of the holiday celebrations.  Decorating our house, making holiday treats like carmel apples and cookies, bringing back some of the cool weather recipes like chili and stew– I am loving fall and the atmosphere it creates in our home.

I have confessed before, so this is probably not news to all of you, but I am theologically driven.  I think about “God Stuff” every day, throughout the day, pretty much non stop.  So it shouldn’t come as a surprise that when Brandon and I made the trip to the pumpkin patch with the boys and I saw the field of pumpkins, that my mind started thinking about scripture- “I am the vine and you are the branches” (John 15:5).  That passage relates our relationship with God to a vineyard of grapes, but as I looked at the pumpkins I was seeing my relationship with God all over it.  

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Brandon and I are headed to a conference for a couple of days.  One of the joys of rural ministry is that attending conferences almost always includes a lengthy travel.  One of the joys of being a clergy couple and parents of toddlers, is that when we embark on our travels to said conferences, it almost always becomes a family affair, toting the toddlers to enjoy a couple of days in child care while we are fed spiritually and academically.

So today we set out on another adventure and I can’t help but be reminded as we face the 9+ hours between Miles City and Jackson Hole, of a book I adore by a woman named Denise Roy “My Monastery Is a Minivan: Where the Daily become Divine and the Routine Becomes Prayer.” Being absolutely honest, long road trips are TERRIFYING to me.  Hours upon hours sitting so close with not much to do.  Yet I am always surprised about how these trips end up being spiritual for our family. 

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O sing to the LORD a new song;  sing to the LORD, all the earth.  Sing to the LORD, bless his name; tell of his salvation from day to day.
Psalm 96:1-2


I don’t think I realized how important music is in my life until I met Brandon.  I don’t remember my family listening much to the radio or albums my parents loved.  I enjoyed singing, but never thought I was very good at it, so I didn’t do it very often.  Like every teenager, I listened to music (loudly) on my own.

But when I met Brandon music went to an entirely different level.  He grew up with his mother singing almost constantly around their home, his dad played the guitar and family friends would come over for “jam sessions” on a weekly basis.  The five Willett children observed and incorporated the love and passion for music into their lives.

When I met Brandon he lived with his brother and they had music on all of the time, they play guitars together, they recorded music, and they followed the bands they adored closely.  I entered into a culture of music.  

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