Grafted

In November of 2007 our family changed greatly! God gave us a new son, Garrett Tameru Michael Guindon, not from Amber and I, but through the process of adoption. We were blessed to become the parents of this sweet little boy from Ethiopia. What an incredible journey adoption can be! For me, it has been a journey of instruction as I learn about God’s relationship with me. The parallels between cultivating vines, adoption, and our relationship with Jesus are amazing. New branches are often grafted onto healthy vines to produce […]

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Voracious Vines

The theme of Punch and Press, and of Brandon’s life, is developing people and cultivating potential. True to his nature, and to the roles he plays in my life, pastor, friend and boss, Brandon challenged me to grow when he asked me to write a guest post for Punch and Press. I’m so thankful that he shoves me right out of my comfort zone on a regular basis! – Lisa Malstrom voracious: (adj.) excessively greedy and grasping The last few years have comprised a particularly busy season of our lives. My […]

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Battle Cries

Staring at the ceiling, my brain attempted to process the volume of different sounds that infiltrated my tiny hotel room, violating my ears at 5:30am. The constant chant coming from a Muslim mosque, calling the religious faithful to prayer, was mixed with random, high-pitched blows of the horn. As if a secret Morse code existed among local taxi drivers, they blasted their horns at a rapid pace in some crazy effort to communicate. The squeal of breaks, hum of traffic and other common city noises competed with the hypnotic Muslim […]

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Focusing On The Wrong Things

The old stump in front of me looked like a good place to sit down and sulk. I had hiked dozens of miles in the six days prior, traversing some very difficult terrain. We were nearing the end of elk season, and so far the elusive wapiti (native American name for elk) had whipped me good. I had several near encounters, even called two different elk in for my dad, but he missed them both. It was 11 am, and I only had one day of bow season left to […]

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