Maybe I don't have to stop everything to find a quiet spot to be with God. Maybe I can be with God by building my home, my nest, near him.

Every 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...

Everybody's Got Something By Elisa Morgan She walked ahead of me into the meeting, finishing a call and then tucking her phone into her...

Connected to Connection By Elisa Morgan I heard heavy footsteps approaching behind me and instinctively moved to the right side of the...

God 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...

Girls 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...

Beloved By Elisa Morgan From my blanketed perch in a window seat of an international flight, I looked out at the cloud castles and mused...

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...

Be 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...

Does It Count? By Elisa Morgan She approached me with great hesitance and then, once she opened her mouth, her question tortoise-crawled...

Winter 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...

The 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...

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...