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 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."
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!
by June Chapko Roses have been a part of my life since childhood. I remember the delight on my mother's face when she received even a single rose; one I'd carefully plucked from a wild bush on my way home from our little neighborhood library. She would smile, give me a hug and place the… Continue reading Grandmother’s Yellow Rose