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I was six years old and held my new metal lunch box tightly in my hand. It was so pretty with its blue trim and a little Holly Hobbie wearing a patchwork dress adorning the lid. I stood by the sewing machine, watching anxiously as my mother sewed a brand-new dress for me to wear…

I stood at the back of the church; my face red with embarrassment. I didn’t know what to do with my hands. How could I hide the fingers whose dirt underneath the nails had just been exposed? The stubborn dirt that had managed to stay lodged under those nails despite my bath the night before…

I’m not sure what it is about God and his sense of humor these days. I don’t think I have ever had a week in my life like this one, where every time I turn around, he very pointedly confronts me with the same issue. On the second Wednesday of every month, I make the…

I just got done having a conversation with my son about the struggle of waiting on God. It is hard to trust that something better exists when he is silent, and it feels like life is full of empty promises. I understand his tension more than he can imagine. Waiting is hard. It means you…

Does silence have a sound? I’ve been ruminating on this question for the past few days. In doing so, the saying, “Silence is golden,” came to mind, and it takes me back to the days when I had little children around me all day and the only time I could hear myself think was at…

I’m thinking about doors today, particularly an old wooden one. And that old door makes me think of my sister, which means… well if you don’t know, you will soon find out! In our younger years, when we still lived at home and were not encumbered with husbands and children and many other cares that…

I was happily munching away on my breakfast and listening to music on YouTube when an ad interrupted my “joyful noise” and a woman started telling me all about an accident she was in that was her fault, but really wasn’t… and I tried to tune her out, hoping her rant would soon end so…

While driving to Augusta to attend a women’s event, I was talking with God about several subjects that have been on my heart over the past few weeks. I was also seeking his direction on what I should write about for my next bit of encouragement to you. My past few posts have been a…

As I lay in my bed one night last week, the Christmas holiday behind me, I craved a closeness to God that I didn’t feel. I wanted to pray but was hesitant to start. Then the soft sound of a gentle whisper spoke to me, saying, “What are you doing here, Elijah?” It was the…