I Used To Be ... By Elisa Morgan The plane filled quickly as passengers took their seats. Mine was an aisle seat, on the left side. I...

God With Us By Elisa Morgan Emmanuel. It means "God with us." This time of year, we celebrate God coming to be with us in the birth of...

Extra Space By Elisa Morgan This is one of those "extra" weeks. When we've completed Thanksgiving but the calendar hasn't yet turned to...

Security System By Elisa Morgan As I veered off the concrete path onto the dirt, I heard alarming screeches. Stay away! Get back! Or were...

Scar Stories By Elisa Morgan The butterfly flitted in and out of the panda-faced pansies. Stained-glass wings worked rhythmically as it...

Practicing the Prayer Coin By Elisa Morgan One of my friends remembers fondly her grandmother's gift to her each and every Christmas: a...

The Prayer Coin By Elisa Morgan One Thursday afternoon, I headed out to Australia for a ministry trip, flying first to LA and then...

Why Don't We Pray About It? By Elisa Morgan I awake in the night and worry. Driving on errands, my mind darts between the obstacles in my...

The Purge of Muchness By Elisa Morgan We've lived in our current home for nearly twenty years. Before that, we lived in several other...

House Sitting By Elisa Morgan I'm house sitting today. Okay. It's my house. But I'm still sitting in it and doing everyday tasks like...

Learning to Love Dogs By Elisa Morgan I have a regret. Most of my family and many of my friends won't be surprised when I confess. They...

Purpose as Paycheck​ By Elisa Morgan As I took my seat next to a smartly dressed man on a recent flight, my eye caught the ID tag on his...

Two Bites By Elisa Morgan As a child, I had a love/hate relationship with spaghetti. While my mother was rather unpredictable in much of...

Holy By Elisa Morgan As I stand in church in December and sing "O Holy Night, " I am pulled into reflecting on the utter holiness of God....

Thankful By Elisa Morgan I'm thankful for spit in the cookie batter. While I don't normally enjoy such an inclusion, I'm newly aware that...

The Learning Teacher ... And the Teaching Learner By Elisa Morgan "Where are you headed this week?" Carla asked the question to plan...

Mom Friends By Elisa Morgan When I became a mom, I had no idea who I was. Oh, I had known who I was - in the months and years before...

A Glossary for Grief By Elisa Morgan There is no specific word in the English language to describe a parent who has lost a child. A wife...

Who Knew? By Elisa Morgan Who knew that some forty-five years ago in a high school English class, I'd pull out a spiral notebook and...

Friendable? By Elisa Morgan WANTED: Female Friend. Age: Less (as in age-less). Location: Present. Availability: When needed. Skills:...