Peggy Tales

  So be happy with your wife and find your joy with the woman you married. Proverbs 5:18 - Good News Translation As a fresh-faced bride at the age of 19, I was determined to surprise my husband with one of his favorite snacks: pickled eggs. Little did I know, this well-intentioned endeavor would lead to a hilariously memorable mishap that still brings laughter after 44 years of marriage. It all began innocently enough. I had used up the last of the pickles for our supper and absentmindedly left the pickle juice sitting on the cabinet, planning to dispose of the jar later. That's when my husband, Butch, noticed the empty jar and exclaimed, "There's enough pickle juice for pickled eggs! I love them." Having never made pickled eggs before, my mind raced back to my teenage years spent at the skating rink, where a giant jar of pickled eggs always sat on the counter. Seeking guidance from Butch, I asked him how to make them. His instructions seemed straightforward ...

When you hear the phrase  “bouncing baby,”  what comes to mind? For many of us, it’s the image of a giggling child joyfully bouncing on the knee of a parent or grandparent. It’s a universal and heartwarming moment—filled with laughter, love, and just enough strain on the legs of the “horsey” to remind them they’re not as young as they used to be. But they don’t mind. They keep bouncing, because the joy on that little face is worth every second. That exchange—tired legs for giggles—becomes a quiet testament to the strength of love. But recently, I was reminded that not all bouncing babies are human. I live in a quiet, wonderful small town in Nebraska. Each day, I have the privilege of taking a 25-minute drive to and from work. That drive winds through the Nebraska countryside, which in springtime transforms into a natural nursery. Bulls, pigs, sheep, and cows dot the fields. And in the midst of it all—new life. Baby animals discovering the world for the very first time. Just la...

  Wizard of OZ…ugh! The first play I was ever in was the Wizard of Oz. I felt great because I was going to get to play Dorothy.  Looking back as an adult, I sometimes feel it was because I could “sing the song“.  Anyway,  that started my love for the movie, almost felt like I was rubbing elbow with Judy Garland because after all, we were Dorothy. (Yeah, I know ... that’s a stretch).    Ok, that’s the backstory, now to the Ugh part.     About a year ago, I started Audible (and BTW, love it). If you’re not familiar with it, each month there are Audible Original’s to choose from for free.  Now they are not necessarily their writings, but they are their narrations of others’ writings.  Well, I found in their Classics section, yup you guessed it, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.     I finished “listening” to it on the way home from work yesterday and had “struggled” to do so.   ...

Matthew 19:6 says “They are no longer two, but one flesh. Therefore, what God has joined together, let no one separate.” When we were talking about getting married, that cold October night in 1980, we always said that our marriage would be for life and nothing or no one would ever come between us, forgive us, we lied. Not living a Christian lifestyle was very apparent and we never even thought about a relationship with Jesus.   In fact, I can’t remember ever speaking about it until we arrived at our now church home.   We had church hopped for several years, meeting nice people but not seeing growth in our relationship with Christ.   We were just robots, Sunday school & church, Sunday school & church, week after week after week.   Putting in our time, so to speak.   Finally, we started growing closer to Christ but still hadn’t grown as a couple. Yes, happy; Yes, very much still “in love”.   He was the number one in my life and I in hi...

​What is your dream house? A Penthouse apartment? A mansion on the hill? A fishing cabin by a lake? Or maybe a tiny house? Think about it we have so many wonderful places we “could” live. Right? A farm house close to family. Or a house in a neighborhood with friends close by. Even a house that looks like it’s falling apart at the seams. We call all of them home. BUT: What about those who don’t have a choice? Poverty stricken people who are crowded into small areas with many others in the same circumstances. Choice they’ve made? Probably not or is it all they’ve ever known. In this holiday day season, we focus on a tiny baby who could have come down to a Kings castle with all the perks that come with it. Being waited on hand & foot, wanting nothing. However, this little one, the one we call Lord of Lords & King of Kings chose to come into the muck and guck of a sty made for animals. A stable, a manger. Luke 2:7 “She gave birth to her fir...

​I've been asked by several people why i quit writing in my Chessy'ville blog Well, I don't know why, I would probably would say, "I don't have enough time!" In reality, I'm just being lazy and not wanting to take the time.  After reading my first blog post, "Just want to make sure this thing is working. I've been praying about writing a weekly christian blog but don't want to bore anyone. What do you think? Shall I write or not. I think I know what the Lord has been leading me too." A co-worker asked, is wrong to not do something that the Lord is placing on your heart, are you being disobedient?"  Well after I stuttered for a bit I told him that he was correct. I'm ashamed to say that conversation was over a year agoSo, here I am again...hopefully I won't bore you with my ramblings! ____________________________________________________   With a significant day coming soon, I thought maybe it would be fun to d...