Dragonflies are beautiful messengers
My Name is I AM
I’m sharing this from a dear, old friend. Thank you, Sue. When I read her post this morning, I felt like it was written just for me. The words were exactly what I needed to hear. I’ve been feeling so emotional and so stressed lately. We’ve been planning and preparing for a huge move. Out-of-state. While it will be
Who Would You Want to Play You if They Made a Movie of Your Life?
I think many people have, rather playfully, asked themselves that question. It’s just kind of a fun thing to think about. But when so many readers began to tell me reading my book was like watching a movie and that they felt they could actually see everything, through my words, just as if they were watching it on the
That’s All I’ll Ever Become
I just happened upon this song. I was drawn in by its melody and the singer’s soulful voice. (It is on youtube. William Price. That’s All I’ll Ever Become) But it was these four lines… I wanna live to the second last day that my children do Selfishly so I can see them through And all that they become
A Reader’s Beautiful and Humbling Letter
“I’ve read where you’ve mentioned you have often been asked by readers how you did it, how you made them feel so much. Well, I must tell you I think I know exactly “how” you did it: it was the Holy Spirit. He was there, guiding every word. You managed to wrap each and every word in this blanket
Picks Up His Cross
“A ‘positive thinking’ person may refuse to look at anything that is painful or uncomfortable, especially the painful and uncomfortable things within himself. A faithful person may endure pain, embrace discomfort, confront wickedness, repent desperately of his sin, weep over what is sorrowful, hate what is evil, and still have joy — a joy much deeper than the fleeting
Preparing for Lent?
The timing of my book’s website crashing and my subsequent efforts to get a whole new site and blog up and running is seeming rather serendipitous to me now – it being less than a week before Lent. Years ago, I was chatting with a woman I had never met, but who had just finished reading Dawson’s Gift. She
Introduction
It’s a new year and a renewed website! And my first blog! Hallelujah! Yes, it’s been a long time since I first put up the original site, but now seems like the right time – perhaps even the perfect time – to revisit this timeless story of the power of faith. If ever there was a time, a longing
