When asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, there were a lot of things on my list. There was one thing, however, that I did NOT want to be and that was…(you guessed it)…a pastor’s wife. I’m not sure how it happened exactly... which (I know what you’re thinking) is completely naïve and foolish, but one minute I was a junior in college dating a tall, handsome Biblical Studies major... ...and then the next minute we were engaged, and he was looking at a job as a Bible teacher at a Christian Read More
When You Forget the Most Important Thing
Well, it happened. I’ve heard of it happening to others, but never imagined it would happen to me. Everything was packed and ready for our missions trip to Iceland. I was taking a team from our church to Reykjavik to run an English camp for Icelandic children. I had the lesson plans, construction paper, multi-leveled books, writing paper, stickers, small prizes, and had even remembered to bring extra staples in case we ran out. My list had all been checked off and I was feeling pretty proud Read More
Conflicted
Tonight I decide to sit and just watch Penelope. She’s digging through her Color Wonder tub mumbling, “Ellow…” and I decide instead of cooking or organizing or cleaning, I would just watch her. After all, she won’t be 21 months and 27 days ever again. She starts to dump the entire tub over, but I become aware enough to screech a sound that brings her to a halt. We make eye contact. She continues digging for a marker until she eventually just dumps everything out. This time I’m not quick Read More
BRMCWC 2014
Last week I was able to attend the Blue Ridge Mountain Christian Writer's Conference. What a week! It's hard to sum up exactly everything that happened or what I gleaned, but here are some highlights: Meeting agents, publishers, and editors who are committed to creating excellent Christian content Sitting with the Hollywood screenwriter Brian Bird at breakfast and hearing about his latest projects and screenplays Finding other bloggers and writers who have a passion to share the message of Read More
Fluorescent Urine
I'm curling my hair upstairs, getting ready to meet our new Ethiopian church planters when I hear a scream--two screams, actually--so convincing that I'm sure someone's life is about to end. I sprint downstairs, banging into the wall on my way down, only to find a stark-naked Gracie standing in a puddle of bright yellow urine. "I couldn't hode it ANY LONGERW...and the toilet was bwo-ken!" I sigh and walk over to the toilet which is dismantled, but in the 3.47 seconds that I'm away, Penelope Read More
To My Mom on Mother’s Day
Our backyard is freshly mowed, and I lay out blankets on the grass like a child playing picnic. Only, I'm not a child and my hip is shooting pain, my canker sore is throbbing, my wisdom teeth are FINALLY coming in with much pain, and I'm really out here to take a nap. But, the Virginia afternoon is perfect and I don't want to miss a minute of it. I get out an old journal so I can write down my blessings. 1. A quiet backyard that births azaleas, fiery pink. 2. Adamant birds that flatter me Read More
My First and Last Mexican Party
Tonight was slightly traumatic. Here's the story: We went to our first "CINCO DE MAYO" party at our friend's house. I took the three girls for a walk and Colby had the job of watching Penelope. While Colby wasn't watching, Penelope ESCAPED from the house and went looking for me. When I came home and couldn't find her, everyone at the party started looking for her. I ran outside and saw her at the end of the block in the middle of an intersection, standing with a little stuffed animal tucked Read More
Moving Walkway
Bad news. That's been the theme of the past couple months. Family members who are sick, friends who have died, church members who are dealing with both sickness and death. Our neighbor rings the doorbell right as we are tucking in both our children and the long day. I can hear him talking through a tight throat as I say a goodnight prayer in the other room. Cancer. His father. Kidney and pancreas. It won't be long. The phone rings the other day but I don't answer it. It's someone who Read More
A Girl Named Noel Devin
Today there is a funeral in Texas. I'm sure there are many other funerals happening around the world today, but this one is for my friend, Noel. I've never met Noel, so it may appear strange that I wrote something to be read at her funeral. But, actually the opposite is true. I wish I could have flown to Texas today to read this in front of everyone, but I couldn't. But the following is what I would have said: ** My name is Annie Garman and I have never met any of you. But our lives Read More
The Book is Here!
In case you missed it elsewhere on this blog, our third daughter, Gracie Garman, was born with a congenital heart defect called Hypoplastic Right Heart Syndrome. The morning of Gracie's first open heart surgery, I woke up at 3:30 AM feeling like I had a stomach full of acid. As I turned to go down the stairs, I had an incredibly loud thought. (Possibly the voice of God, but I really don't want to blame this whole thing on Him in the event that it wasn't His idea). Well, anyway, this was the Read More
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