Too Good to Pass Up

My grands are in London. This picture made me pause from writing my next book because it was just too good to pass up. Lately I haven’t paused enough. Stopped the train of accomplishing something and just enjoyed God’s company. Just sitting with His word open upon my lap and talking about what’s been on…

A Word About Trouble

I woke to a troubling sound in the night. At first it sounded as though it was beneath me. A single clink from the heat vent. What could that be, I wondered. Then it grew and I walked around the dark room for a clue. To the window I went as the thundering drew closer…

A Word About Joy

What does it mean to have the joy of the Lord? Does it mean we wear a smile on our face when all we want to do inside is cry? Does it mean we pretend sadness and sorrow can’t touch us—and we’re fine, it’s fine, and we’re all fine? That’s what I thought. Suzie Eller…

Last Minute Gifts For the Readers on Your List

I like to read. There’s only one thing I like more than reading—writing. You may have heard about my memoir that came out early this year, Divine Surprise. What an exciting time it’s been! Your support for this labor of love will never be forgotten! Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone…

A Word About Tradition

It seems the older I get the fewer traditions I keep. Life is becoming more about the moment, ya know what I mean? Less fuss. Your face is what I’m wanting most. It’s more about the person right in front of me, than the ones I may not have the chance to see. My daughter…

“In everything give thanks.” 1 Thess 5:18

In an effort to teach my three-year-old granddaughter manners, I made up a simple song and chirped it throughout the day: Please and thank you, Please and thank you, are such lovely words. It didn’t really take. I picked up a hint of humming, but the words never rolled off her tiny lips. And when…

“So I was rescued from the lion’s mouth.” 2 Timothy 4:17b

Have you known the Lords’ rescue from certain disaster?  I’d huddled under the covers twelve days. Not with flu, or injury, but with panic attacks. At the time, I didn’t understand what was happening. I only knew early mornings and afternoons felt like the plane was crashing. I prayed even harder, confident in my Heavenly…