Author Sheri Zeck Blog

Grandpa Plays in a Band

No one likes to watch their parents grow older. In my eyes, my dad was always strong. When I was a kid, Dad used to throw me up on his shoulders while he walked through the hilly pastures on our farm. Yep, he was a farmer, which meant long hours of hard work. He also...

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Do it Afraid

I wiped my sweaty palms against my khakis and glanced at the dashboard clock: 7:58 AM. Across the parking lot, a young woman carried an armful of books and headed toward the front doors. Should I go in? Registration began at 8:00, but the first speaker didn’t start...

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No Words

I stood in line at the funeral home, waiting my turn to express sympathy to my friend. What would I say? She had just lost her husband. No words seemed right. I desperately wanted to say something … anything … to help. I quickly dismissed every thought that came to...

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The Final Score

Just sharing the toughest story I ever ghostwrote. Because maybe, like me, you need a little perspective this year. After you read this, will you please pray for this sweet momma and her family? This would have been her son's senior year. March 2015 ... ​The energy...

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What We’ve Got Here is Failure to Communicate

Most of the phone chargers in our house are falling apart. The problem? Too many teenagers have twirled them around and / or carelessly yanked them out of their phones. Wires are exposed and beginning to fray. A couple of them don’t even work anymore. Strangely,...

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Dear MS

I recently wrote this letter ... one year after my MS diagnosis.  Dear MS,It’s been one year since I learned that you’re to blame for my puzzling health problems. And I think it’s time we have a chat.  First of all, I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to steal the...

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Stumbling is Humbling

It seemed like the perfect, romantic evening. I held Curt’s arm as we strolled through the quaint little village in British Columbia. He took my hand and we watched the beautiful sunset reflect off the snow-capped mountains. I could only imagine what nearby...

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Santa Fe in May

It was a great opportunity. I’d won a spot in Guideposts Magazine’s Refresher Workshop and I was super excited. But I’ll be honest. I was also nervous.       First of all, I’m not fond of flying – especially by myself. Second, the thought of a room full of editors and...

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The Final Score

​On the evening of December 24, 2014 my cell phone rang. Two seconds later Curt’s phone buzzed in his pocket. Across the room, our home phone joined in. I checked the screen and turned my phone on speaker. Curt and the girls leaned in, listening to the voice of our...

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