Deborah Malone
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
No, the orders to stay at home, during Covid 19, have not been hard for m in the least. We and other special needs parents have long had to set aside the other social events that everyone is yearning for now.
What if we could conduct an honest search of our hearts to determine if there’s something we’re afraid of? And what if we could name those fears out loud - to God, to someone we trust? Jesus said; “Peace is what I leave you; it is my own peace that I give you...Do not be afraid.” John 14:27
Direction and clarity came as I wrote each lesson. Incredible details resurfaced. Five years with setback after setback, but I trudged forward. Everywhere I went I took a pen and pad to scribble down a few more sentences - in the car, at the doctor’s office, in the waiting room, on vacation.
My heart to write was crushed. I had no energy, will, or passion to continue. I was in fact, covered in boxes from the move, animals in high anxiety, and dealing with a daughter who struggled with PTSD, anxiety, depression and very pregnant. I don’t know who cried more in those difficult and tumultuous days.
by Kirsten McTernan Just like many of us who believe, the Lord captured my heart at a time when I needed Him most. He was there all along, whispering He loved me and gently guiding me. I just didn't see it until I was faced with an unplanned pregnancy. My parents were good moral people,… Continue reading The Paths We Choose
by Ellie Gustafson Anyone looking objectively at my life would think it close to idyllic: Born to a stable family in America, I enjoyed a great childhood, a Wheaton education, marriage, kids, church involvement, writing career, and good health. Privileged, in so many ways. Why was I so blessed? I could have been born in… Continue reading Come Get a Hug!
