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Contest–Lost and Found

I’m holding a contest! Win a copy of LOST AND FOUND for yourself or a friend along with one of my literature inspired necklaces. This necklace features phrases taken from LOST AND FOUND and was made by the author–me! To enter the contest, leave a comment...

I Don’t Understand…

I woke this morning with a searing pain in my throat and a fog of discouragement hovering over my mind and heart. Why am I here? Orlando and the International Christian Retailers Show? I arrived in the wee hours on Sunday morning and have only left my hotel room to...

Keeping Up

I often read the daily selections from Oswald Chambers’ My Utmost for His Highest. I like the way Chambers’ cuts to the quick: “Beware of any work for God that causes or allows you to avoid concentrating on Him (April 23).” Last night, like...

Waiting…

I’m in a holding pattern and, I confess, I hate it. I’m part of the immediate gratification culture in which I live, and I find myself frustrated that gratification, in this instance, is so long delayed. Why God? I’m tempted to ask. Or, What have I...

Come…

Click link to hear :  At Your Feet by Melissa Greene This past year was punctuated by noise. The roar of jet engines as I flew off to another commitment; the clamor of conferees; the cacophony of conversations; my heart pounding as I stood to speak and then the...

You’re Okay…

If you’ve read my novel, Words, and also read the reader letter included in the book, then you know many of the emotions portrayed by my characters were my own. I come from a history of childhood sexual abuse, and like Kaylee, I lost my voice–not...

Saying Goodbye to Guilt

Guilt is often my early morning companion. It whispers condemnation into the dawn of a new day, and I…listen. Can you believe how much you ate yesterday? You didn’t exercise either and you probably won’t exercise today. You’re hopeless. And think of the time you...

Dreams

I dreamt of becoming an author for many years. Once the dream became a reality, I discovered the reality was much different than the dream. My dream included hour after hour spent in solitude researching and writing the next great novel. I’d wear silk pajamas while I...

The God of All Comfort

As I travel and engage with readers, many open their lives to me and share their heartaches. In the last week I’ve heard stories of a husband’s unfaithfulness, a son’s death by homicide, a daughter’s rape. I’ve heard stories of childhood sexual abuse and a wife’s...

Lies

After a long week in Atlanta, I lingered in my hotel bed this morning drinking coffee and eating chocolate. The breakfast of champions. I picked up a devotional book—or rather, I clicked on the icon and it opened on my iPad—and I read the timeless words of Oswald...