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." -...