By: Marla Aycock More exciting news surged into our lives the first week of December when Keith received a call from our son-in-law Paul, PJ’s father. He proceeded to tell Keith the events of the previous day concerning Cassidy our granddaughter and her husband, Coleson. “Yesterday, on Sunday, Cassidy had to work, but Coleson, baby… Continue reading Life From Ashes (Part Two)
By Marla Aycock One dearly loved and embedded in a family’s heart for thirty-two years has roots so deep and of such breadth their absence changes everything. Over a year had passed since Esther had left our physical presence, but tears of sorrow flowed for our whole family. The previous year, after the first Christmas… Continue reading LIFE FROM ASHES (Part One)
My hazy mind cleared and I began to envision the possibility of gathering these stories in some written form to God’s compassions and encourage other women.
By Lori Peters I was so desperately seeking doctors and therapists to heal my son, I never acknowledged my pain, and I stopped seeking the One who truly held my heart, hope and ultimately my healing. David writes in Psalm 69 (NIV), “Save me, O God, for the waters have come up to my neck.… Continue reading Season of Silence (Part Two)
I went running ahead and left God behind. What I desperately needed was to find God in the midst of my turmoil and heartbreak - not run from Him.
I realized, in that moment, the day my ex-husband left me was not the worst day of my life, as I had thought for the past several decades. It was the best day of my life. All those years, I had blamed myself for the failed marriage. Now I knew Tim never would have been faithful to me. He had left the woman he'd had an affair with while married to me for another woman half his age. As Dr. Mendenhall said, "He has a hole in his heart."
‘One more step. I’m one step closer. I can do it.’Billy had me watch my steps on the way to the slopes that last day, and my first thought was, “God, it’s a long journey, and I’m not going to make it.” That was twenty-nine years ago.
I felt as if I had become friends with the ‘bottom of the depths.’ Think about it. If ‘depth’ is the measure of how deep something goes, then the bottom of the depths is the deepest of the deep. And, somehow, God was going to restore my life and bring me up?
By Deborah Minneman Then, we were involved in a car accident. Both of us had been clean and sober for that year and a half. David...was hurt real bad...then he ended up in ICU with internal bleeding. A pain doctor was called in to see him and sent him home with a prescription of pills… Continue reading FINISHING WELL – CONCLUSION
By Debra Minneman I used to smoke pot. Now I am a pot - used by the Master Potter. I am the clay in His hands. O Lord, you are our Father, we are the clay, and you are the potter. We are all the work of your hand. (Isaiah 64:8) This scripture is appropriate for me and… Continue reading FINISHING WELL – PART ONE