Eye-Openers By Elisa Morgan In this week before Easter, traditionally titled "Holy Week," many of us will journey through Jesus' final...

Shame-Less By Elisa Morgan Many of us - most of us? - are well-acquainted with shame. We wear shame as our second skin. It's the...

"Lament is a cry of belief in a good God, a God who has His ear to our hearts, a God who transfigures the ugly into beauty." Ann Voskamp,...

Friendship Soup By Elisa Morgan It was a Monday I think. An appointment made on the calendar one month prior. A monthly meeting. Because...

Christmas Isn't Over By Elisa Morgan Is your tree still up? Your lights still a twinkling? The carols still a playing? This is the week...

Christmas Changes Everything By Elisa Morgan When did Christmas become Christmas to you? When did it become more than Santa and stockings...

Bridle Bouquet By Elisa Morgan My dogs whined and paced at the back deck door, alerting me that someone - or something - was approaching...

The Bridge By Elisa Morgan Distant. Remote. Far away. Abandoned. Alone. There are times when I feel far away from God. A chasm of...

Surround Sound By Elisa Morgan It was a normal Saturday evening at church. We stood and sang and sat and listened and stood to sing...

Long Live the Book Readers! By Elisa Morgan People who read books live longer than people who don't. It's true! A recent study by Yale...

A Door Ajar By Elisa Morgan There it stands: a door ajar. It's open, but not. It's closed, but not. I push to open it, testing the...

Shame-Less By Elisa Morgan Many of us - most of us? - are well-acquainted with shame. We wear shame as our second skin. It's the...

Twenty years ago, in 1996, I wrote an essay in a little book entitled Mom to Mom: Confessions of a Mother Inferior. Today it is as true...

Bear originally arrived at our house as a gift for my first grandson. A heaping helping of pure love and joy. First, he perched on the...

One of my life messages is SDWSC (She Did What She Could) from Mark 14:8 where Jesus said of Mary of Bethany's anointing of him, "She has...

As we walk through Holy Week, consider the action of this woman who loved extravagently ... Elisa Live Loved By Elisa Morgan While he was...

Back and forth, my neck pivoted to follow the artist above. She swung and released, twirled and caught, arched and repeated, time after...

By Elisa Morgan I dragged my suitcase down the concourse, its polka dot cheer belying my mood. Behind my set-in-place smile - put there...

He sits across the room from me in a recliner, blue cast propped on two pillows, water jug filled at his elbow, computer on his lap while...

One year ago we began the adventure of this blog, "Really." Thanks for journeying with us in 2015 and now into 2016! We are repeating our...