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...

One morning I pulled back the covers, shook the previous night's melatonin from my mind, and padded toward coffee. I headed to my...

In my most stripped down, honest moments I realize that I rarely really believe God's pronouncement of "good" over me. More quickly I...

Hesitantly, I approached the mirror that stretched across our bathroom vanity. It was a season of unexpected learning. At sixty years of...

I lost my mother over twenty-six years ago. One of my dearest friends lost her mother a week ago. I was thirty-four. My friend is...

"OPEN YOUR HANDS and your heart to receive this day as a precious gift from Me. I begin each day with a sunrise, announcing My radiant...

You are a mom. Your hands move to comfort, point to guide, poke to prod, grasp to warn, cup to catch, fold to hold. Your feet climb to...

I thought about keeping this one quiet. Or at least quiet-er. Is it really a good idea for everyone to know that I’m turning SIXTY? I...

by Elisa Morgan I need your help. I need to know what works for you to connect with God. In real time. Every day. Oh, I could fill this...

By Elisa Morgan Steam curled upward from the surface of the egg casserole. Sugar-glazed donuts and cinnamon buns gleamed from their...

Living with joy, even on bleak days. Really. By Elisa Morgan "Sometimes you have to poke holes in the dark before it bleeds light." -...