I love it here. The June sun is so bright on our western-facing house that in the late afternoon it’s nearly impossible to see the face of the person standing on our front porch when I answer the doorbell. There is often a breeze floating through and when it turns to wind it powers across nearby fields of early summer alfalfa and sugar beets just to bump up against and travel over a long line of vinyl subdivision fencing. And another. And another. As I drive down long-familiar roadways, the trees are 25 years bigger than when this was last our home, and the landscape has matured which disorients if I’m not paying close attention. There aren’t as many in-town horses and cows every now and then between houses. Flood irrigation seems to be a thing of the past.

It may be different from how I left it. But I love it here.

That’s it in a nutshell. What’s a community if not its water tower?

It’s been a comfort to find that I still can maneuver around the backstreets in my old hometown of Nampa, Idaho. Some sections are unidentifiable as to what they were a couple of decades ago, but the essential core remains intact and the downtown roads are still laid out in a confusing diagonal that make sense only if you realize they’re in perfect harmony with the original railroad tracks. Ha! And I happen to know that the weird partial green fencing along one of the Babe Ruth ballparks in North Nampa is a nod to the old Snake River Stampede rodeo which dominated that part of town for generations. My dad took my mother on a date there during their engagement in the 50s. I enjoy driving past buildings and remembering what they were in days gone by like the tiny house at the now unbelievably busy corner of Midland and Roosevelt where our newlywed friends, Dale and Peggy, lived and stored boxes for us for some now forgotten reason that had to do with our moving into married student housing on the NNU campus. It’s a barber shop/insurance office now.

We have always been moving to or from or around Nampa.

Now, so is everyone else on the planet. Literally everyone else. I guess I feel a little guilty for contributing to that. To say there’s been an influx is an understatement. A big one.

And I understand the grief that it causes so many Idahoans with the fields disappearing and that our very own house we just bought is sitting on what was not long ago either alfalfa or sugar beets, and I’m sorry about that . . . we had to play the real estate game too in order to find a place to lay our weary heads, so now we sleep on what probably was a generational family farm. I’m sorry.

Our appointment at the DMV to get our Oregon plates changed out for good ol’ 2C Canyon County Idaho ones can’t come soon enough. I’d like to fly a banner above my car that I’m native Idahoan which is true in the biblical sense because my husband is and the two become One and all that. Works for me.

And truly I get it. The valley didn’t ask for this. The average lifelong Idaho working family is finding it difficult to exist in their own state. We’ve not lived here in town long enough, however, for me to get a grip on exactly how various cross sections of the population feel about these complicated issues, but I can tell you that there is a general sense of interlopers having invaded from zip codes that begin with a 9, bringing their big salaries and abilities to afford inflated home prices and that many folks from Nampa, Boise, Meridian, Caldwell, and the entire Treasure Valley wish it could just go back to the old days when this dry corner of southwest Idaho was an acquired taste like sauerkraut and banjo music. Back when there was literally no shopping in the capital city of Boise except some creepy downtown store that had mostly knick knacks even your grandma would pass up, Meridian had the Hungry Onion and car races, and everybody drove to little old Nampa because there was a Bon Marche’ in the Karcher Mall.

Oh, and get this — a weird phenomenon followed me here in that even though we are newcomers (surely there’s got to be a word like “re-newcomers”), strangers just come up and talk to me. I don’t know if I look wretched or like I need help or what. Or maybe it seems I have cookies in my pocket I can’t wait to give away. Whatever it is, the chit chat topic centers around the Great Idaho Invasion from one perspective or another. Ever since I can remember I’ve had a Talk-To-Me-About-Any-Random-and-Possibly-Quite-Personal-or-Controversial-Topic sign on my forehead so I just stand there and sympathize and nod and tsk tsk before continuing with my dog walking or grocery shopping or singing in church. True, I could’ve used better judgement before donating my Oregon Ducks crockpot to the charity organization lady but live and learn . . . that conversation took a while. One of our neighbors moved here from California and has the understandable “It’s a free country. I can live where I want to” attitude to which I nodded and tsk tsked sympathetically for a while. She didn’t want any possible imaginary cookies from my pocket. She just wanted to gripe.

It feels like we might be strangers in our own (former) country.

Time will help.

Time always helps.

This “I’m an invader” feeling will pass.

And truthfully, we are waiting just to get evened out in general. God has been so very good to us during these last months of blazing new trails and we are thankful. But we still haven’t exactly cleared the underbrush and gotten the map sorted.

Time will help.

Time always helps.

This “What now?” feeling will pass.

We are visiting churches and looking for a home for our hearts. We are not proving to be very good at that and having Bob actually sitting next to me during services is weirding me out a little bit. Ha! I always said that if I ever wrote a memoir of our years in ministry it would be titled, “The Empty Seat to the Left of Me.” I symbolically always saved him a seat but it was most unusual for him to occupy it.

We want to be careful. We want to choose wisely. We want to follow His leading. And we want to plant roots deeply for always.

Are we still servants? Yes. I think so.

Is there still a “fire shut up in my bones” as the prophet Jeremiah spoke of? I do believe so. These bones may be a little more tired but the fire burns just as intensely.

Here’s that reference if you’re interested:

But if I say, “I will not mention His word or speak anymore in His name,” His word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot.

Jeremiah 20:9 NIV

This is an unusual ask for these pages but friends, we sure wouldn’t mind if you might pray for us. As I’ve said many times all is basically well and we are tremendously grateful. In the midst of this community though, this place that we love and have beautiful history with, we need to continue to be servants of Jesus, living out loud for Him, and carrying on with Kingdom work. We’re not used to sitting on the outside looking in. We need a place to serve.

Time will help.

Yes, I know. You said that.

And as I do when I don’t know what else to say, here’s a song that’s spoken to my heart a whole bunch over the years. It’s pretty basic in its lyrics and mighty glorious in its three-part harmony. Listen, won’t you?

One more thing before I’m done (anybody remember a pastor who said this fairly often and then finished up 20 minutes later?) … here’s the truth:

I’m a Colorado native. And an Arkansas transplant. And a former Missourian, Kansan, Washingtonian, Oregonian and Idahoan. And now I’m IdaHome.

Much love,


“As long as it is day, we must do the works of Him who sent me. Night is coming, when no one can work.”

John 9:4 NIV

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  1. Praying you find a good church. 🙏🏻💕

    Also, did you know that Jeremiah 20:9 was Rose’s first memory verse?

    Lastly, can you BELIEVE how many towns are being named after their water towers?!?!

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  2. It’s good to hear how you are doing as you resettle in Nampa. I can imagine the streets, the stores, and the landmarks you are becoming reacquainted with…. And we know firsthand that search for a “home for our hearts” when moving to a new place and ministry is not what it once was. Stan and I will pray for you both and will look forward to reconnecting with you when we make our own way back to Idaho. Take notes for us!

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  3. Molly so glad you are now close by. Would love for you to consider Tree City especially since we both know some (3) somebodies are a vital part. 🥰. It would be truly awesome to “know” someone other than the pastor😉. This pandemic has certainly made me feel like a stranger in a church I’ve attended for over 16 years (except this past year) except for online. Blessings dear friend.

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    • We’d love to consider Tree City too . . . it’s just too far away and we want to be very involved wherever we settle in. We are way over on the west side of Nampa. I’m sure we’ll pop in every now and then though. It’s a great place!


  4. Molly, it’s great to have you back home in Nampa. Some of the changes have been difficult for we who have lived her for several decades. So glad you are keeping up with your blogs. I love reading them!

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    • Thank you for reading so faithfully. I can only imagine what it has been like to witness the changes as they have happened. I am giving extra effort toward seeing some positives in some of them. It helps.


  5. Dear Molly, I’m not a reader🤷‍♀️. But I always enjoy your life stories! I miss you sweet friend!
    I will be praying for you and Bob. Praying that God would lead you right to the church that He wants you to be in. A church that will love you and need you, just as you do them. A church that you will grow even more in love with God❤️

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  6. Will be praying for a new home to serve. God will guide you to your perfect place. Love your blogs. Glad you are still doing them and I don’t have to live in the same area to read them! But, I will miss your cookie porch visits! Was hoping for a more prolonged visit someday… well, maybe I’ll have to make my way to Nampa, where I spent 2 years. Love you and Bob. Wishing you all the goodness.

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  7. Well, we left Idaho (albeit reluctantly in many ways), so maybe you’re just taking our place in the population count.
    It’s great to hear this update, and we trust you will find your perfect place in service.

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    • I’m going to embrace the idea that we filled the spaces you left! And now I feel better. 🙂 We will miss the chance seeing you if we get over to Idaho Falls but I know this was a good move for you guys. Hi and a big ol’ hug to Elmer!


  8. Glad to hear the update of your life-journey, Molly. Are you saying there’s no more Snake River Stampede?! I still have my souvenir seat-cushion (because I’m a sentimental pack-rat). We look forward to visiting all our friends who have relocated to Idaho this past year 😉

    So happy you’re keeping up this blog and yes, we will continue to keep you in our prayers.

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