guest author – Katie Marie

….With all her heart…. as she was quick to point out. The gorgeous ring on her finger symbolizes the blissful state of a certain Katie Marie who now has a wedding to plan and a whole future to dream together with her Pat. Congratulations, Kate!


by Katie Marie 

Living in Wisconsin for the past 18 years I’ve learned a lot about our “Frozen Tundra”!

I wrote last July about the different categories of cold in my post “Coffee and Cold”.

 Today I will expound on the varying levels of winter driving.

 Indeed, there is a big differences! There is the minor category, and medium category, and then you have the more treacherous level I will call White Knuckled Driving.

That is what we’ll focus on today.

Ah yes, WKD (White Knuckled Driving). I got a chance to drive in some of that last weekend when a two day storm blew through our area.

It started out with Minor winter driving with rain and then rain turned into thick rain, to freezing rain, to wet snow, to nice large fluffy snow to itty bitty icy snow driven by gusting winds. 

By this time conditions were well into WKD weather.

I had to work the weekend. It is a 30 min drive one way in good weather. Saturday, like I said, was minor. But by the time Sunday came around we had a a good foot of snow with large drifts and roads slicker than snake snot.

When I came home most of the roads had not been plowed and there was a layer of ice beneath the snow. I knew the instant I got out of the parking garage and onto the road
that it was going to be a WKD drive home.

Its like this:

You pull out of the parking lot and turn your blinker on to turn out onto the road and slowly put on the gas. Your wheels spin before gaining traction, once traction is gained you turn out onto the road with the back of your car sliding out sideways. Once you gain control of your vehicle you slowly plow through the snow till you have to stop at a stop
sign. Giving yourself twice the stopping room you hold the brake down and let the Anti Lock Brake system do its thing. Once coming to a sliding stop you make your turn. And since you slid into the intersection already you just turn your wheels and keep going. Once you hit the interstate you hit the plowed roads. Your speed creeps up to 40-45mph at the most so you can make it through the drifts. Once in a while some fool driver with 4 wheel drive who thinks he’s invincible will come flying past you. The wind blows your car sideways, as your going 40-45mph.  Your already white knuckles clench tighter and an intake of breath is taken and held until you feel your tires have traction again.

 Then the fun part.

 Getting off the plowed, glare ice interstate you get on an exit ramp. An unplowed exit ramp.  Again, as you fish-tail a little you remind yourself to breath. Once coming to a brief halt at the intersection you pry your fingers off the steering wheel to let some blood take residence in the capillaries.

Stopping to get gas in fun too. Praying mightily that you won’t hit the pump, you slide into place. Pushing the door open against the screeching wind your breath gets blown away. Once the gas tank is full you feel confident that if you should slide into a ditch somewhere you won’t freeze to death.

The rest of the way home is similar to what I have already described.

Once home, you again pry your fingers of the steering wheel and give thanks to God that you made it!

Believe it or not, I am not exaggerating! But don’t take it for complaining! I love this stuff! It is mighty exhilarating! I may not say so if I actually did end up in a ditch somewhere, but hey, it would be an adventure! I love WI and winter!

Given an option, I would take WKD ANY DAY over city driving!

img_0062.jpgKatie Marie is an active young lady with a heart for the Lord. She lives in the beautiful state of Wisconsin, particularly enjoying the outdoors and EMS work, not to mention her own sweet pair of darling nephews.

submitted by Katie Marie


submitted by Katie Marie 


You stay up for 16 hours
He stays up for days on end.

You take a warm shower to help you wake up.
He goes days or weeks without running water.

You complain of a ‘headache’, and call in sick.
He gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving forward.

You put on your anti war/don’t support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends.
He still fights for your right to wear that shirt.

You make sure you’re cell phone is in your pocket.
He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags.

You talk trash about your ‘buddies’ that aren’t with you.
He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.

You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.
He patrols the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.

You complain about how hot it is.
He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.

You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong.
He doesn’t get to eat today.

Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes.
He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean.

 You go to the mall and get your hair redone.
He doesn’t have time to brush his teeth today.

You’re angry because your class ran 5 minutes over.
He’s told he will be held over an extra 2 months.

You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight.
He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.

You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.
He holds his letter close and smells his love’s perfume.

You roll your eyes as a baby cries.
He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they’ll ever meet.

You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.
He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he is fighting.

You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him.
He hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded.

You see only what the media wants you to see.
He sees the broken bodies lying around him.

You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don’t.
He does exactly what he is told even if it puts his life in danger.

You stay at home and watch TV.
He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home, sleep, and eat.

You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get comfortable.
He tries to sleep but gets woken by mortars and helicopters all night long.

by Katie Marie

day_5_south_padre_island_63.jpgThese past few weeks at church we’ve been looking at “case studies” of people that have had their faith tested during hopeless times.

From the case of a child born with life threatening physical ailments to losing a husband to cancer. It has been encouraging to hear the stories of how even though they were at rock bottom God was with them and gave them hope.

There is always hope with God as our foundation.

This past week the widow of the man she lost to cancer shared her story. It was a tearjerker but so encouraging. One of the analogies she shared I thought was particularly good.

She likened it to being an ocean.

The waters can go from calm clear sailing to a squall, fierce and unrelenting. The waves crash and tumble, their fury at its highest and then when spent, goes back to a glassy calm.

During it all, whether the waters are pounding or lapping gently, the foundation of the ocean stays the same. It is a solid base.

And so it is with our lives and our Rock of salvation. When the storms of life toss us to and fro we still have a solid foundation on Christ who will never let the storms over come you.

Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.
Psalms 42:7-8

When he established the clouds above: when he strengthened the fountains of the deep:
When he gave to the sea his decree, that the waters should not pass his commandment: when he appointed the foundations of the earth.
Proverbs 8:28-29


img_0062.jpg Katie Marie is an active young lady with a heart for the Lord. She lives in the beautiful state of Wisconsin, particularly enjoying the outdoors and EMS work, not to mention her own sweet pair of darling nephews.

by Katie Marie 

trio2.jpgSingleness. Marriage. A topic that is all close to our unmarried hearts. We are brought up to be wives and mothers. I know we all dream of the day we will say “I do”. The day when Prince Charming sweeps us off our feet and carries us off into the sunset! The day he will be ours and we will be his. Till death do us part.

There are different kinds of waiting. Waiting for our special man to come into our lives, the waiting for the right timing for the ring to appear on our finger and the waiting for the wedding day. All require patience, trust in God, and trust in our man. I look forward to that day when my wedding bells ring. But I also relish this time right now. This is a time in my life that won’t last forever. So what do we do with this time?

Once again my favorite verse comes to mind.

“This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.”
Psalms 118

Every day is a day that you are to live to its fullest. No matter what your circumstances. If we can’t be happy and rejoice in a day in our single state, what makes us think we can be happy as married ladies?

Whatever you do in a day do it to the glory of our Lord and Savior. If instead of planning a wedding you are cleaning your room and scrubbing toilets, lets rejoice! God has had our lives planned from before day one. If He has us in this place then let us be thankful and praise Him. I know it isn’t always easy. It is hard to wait. It is hard to have patience. But, Lord willing, the time will come.

img_0062.jpgKatie Marie is an active young lady with a heart for the Lord. She lives in the beautiful state of Wisconsin, particularly enjoying the outdoors and EMS work, not to mention her own sweet pair of darling nephews.

The Katie Marie has recently set up her own blog at The Days of My Life. It’s already entertaining, inspirational and fun. Be sure to check it out!

 And while we’re on the subject of guest authors and the middle name of Marie, Rachel Marie is now, once again, the proud big sister of another brother–number seven if you’re counting them. Totally adorable little guy… as you will see if you visit This One Thing I Do. Hugs and Kisses to Benjamin James! 🙂

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