Deborah Malone
by Delores Liesner "Are you okay, Grandma? Is this hard for you?" Leave it to my oldest granddaughter to spot the pain I thought was well hidden. As we drove into the dusty little town, I silently reviewed the call that began an inner prompting to revisit my past, and my granddaughter's willingness to leave… Continue reading Loving Without Words
by Danita Clark Abel Looking back , I have a clear image of what God was trying to do for me. But on that day, all I could see was despair and uncertainty. Surrounded by packing boxes, I sat on the floor of my master bathroom and slowly moved the contents of my cabinets, into… Continue reading Even With My Flaws God Still Loves Me
by Stephanie Rodda It was Autumn 1993, so 25 years ago, that I sat on the small screened front porch of our home in a rural setting and faced deep disappointment once again, for the millionth time it seemed. I felt betrayed by my own body, misunderstood by the people whom I loved the most,… Continue reading A Woman Forsaken
by Kathy Collard Miller Darcy's training pants were wet again. Again! As I struggled to pull down the soaking pants, I felt a rush of frustration. "Darcy, you're supposed to come in the bathroom and go in the potty chair." As I spanked her with my hand, my tension and tiredness found an outlet. Spanking… Continue reading No More Anger: Hope for an Out-of-Control Mom
We have the world at our fingertips, everything we could possibly want or need can be ours with the click of a button. We live an often fast-paced life filled with moments and days where we are fairly sure what will happen. We use the word hope to fit our lifestyle, often carelessly or… Continue reading Hope in His Plan
Many years ago, a bold disciple dared to step out of the boat. Various teachers have focused on everything from Peter's boldness in stepping out to his error in taking his eyes off of Jesus. But, imagine for just a moment, we've all missed a much more basic lesson. A more important truth.
Listen to me: the wallpaper came down. Sure, I've got to scrape a little. Yes, I still have to paint. But the biggest hurdle I had used as a reason for why I couldn't just pick up a brush and get to work turned out not to be much of a hurdle at all.
