May 12God Hears HerCould we become a team together - cracking open and connecting our hearts so that women listening - would receive what we all long for?
Apr 9EmptyMary's grief over the empty tomb echoed back to me as I stared at empty shelves. I'd gone to where I hoped I'd find hope - it was empty.
Mar 17A Day Where I Need MUCH of GodI blurted out a prayer to God. "This is a need-MUCH-of-God day. Not a handle-it-myself-with-just-a-bit-of-your help day." Really, Elisa?
Feb 18Slow LearningI don't like to do anything slow or even less than fast. But might I be missing something with all this speediness?
Jan 21How to ChangeSince moving to a townhome 15 miles from our long-time home, every minute of every day had been packed with figuring out changes.
Dec 10, 2019Baby JesusBaby Jesus By Elisa Morgan Every year when I pull out Christmas decorations, I find one box containing multiple nativities that I've collected over the years...
Nov 19, 2019Every Square InchEvery Square Inch By Elisa Morgan We'd already reviewed the upstairs and the main floor when I opened the door to the basement and led my new friend down to ...
Oct 22, 2019Arriving by LeavingArriving by Leaving By Elisa Morgan More than forty years ago, I loaded suitcases and boxes into the trunk of my Cutlass (white with a burgundy vinyl roof) a...
Aug 13, 2019Connected to ConnectionConnected to Connection By Elisa Morgan I heard heavy footsteps approaching behind me and instinctively moved to the right side of the park's concrete path. ...
Aug 6, 2019God HearsGod Hears By Elisa Morgan How do you know that God hears you when you call to him? I mean, really hears you? Over my lifetime, I can count on one hand the nu...
Jul 9, 2019Girls with GutsGirls with Guts By Elisa Morgan I was up a tree. Literally. On a two-foot square platform. Hooked to a rope above my head that extended from "my" tree out MA...
Jul 2, 2019A Pledge and a PrayerA Pledge and a Prayer By Elisa Morgan I stood erect, next to my child-sized desk and concentrated on my right hand. The alignment of my fingers, stretched st...
Jun 11, 2019BelovedBeloved By Elisa Morgan From my blanketed perch in a window seat of an international flight, I looked out at the cloud castles and mused over the preceding s...
May 14, 2019When Is Noon?In 1962 my mother made it through a difficult day with a nine-year-old, a seven-year-old and an eighteen-month-old. It was difficult because she was in a new...
Apr 16, 2019The Sharp Edges of the CrossThe Sharp Edges of the Cross By Elisa Morgan When we were finally seated at our corner table for two, we scanned the menu and struggled with pronunciations. ...
Mar 26, 2019ComparingComparing By Elisa Morgan I scroll down, down, down my Instagram feed. Bright and beautiful faces grin winsomely at me. I recognize one author after another ...
Mar 6, 2019Be Like JesusBe Like Jesus By Elisa Morgan He unfolded his long body from the seat in front of me on the regional jet. We gathered our belongings and began the wait for t...
Feb 26, 2019Does It Count?Does It Count? By Elisa Morgan She approached me with great hesitance and then, once she opened her mouth, her question tortoise-crawled from her lips. "So ....
Jan 29, 2019Winter SightWinter Sight By Elisa Morgan To be honest, winter is my least favorite season. In its cut-short days, life goes dormant and my soul slips within as well. The...
Jan 15, 2019The Purge of MuchnessThe Purge of Muchness By Elisa Morgan I'm re-running this blog because it was one of our most popular last year, and it's a good time of year to consider thi...