Recently I was privileged to walk among the untouched old-growth coastal redwood forest in Muir Woods, a natural habitat in northern California near the Pacific Ocean. Having grown up on the prairie, where trees are few, stunted, and far between, …
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Raised on the Oklahoma plains in a storytelling family, Melinda now spins tales from her writer's cave in the Midwest. Her faith-filled fiction illustrates our human story, wrestling with our brokenness and the storms that wreak havoc in our lives.
559 articles written by Melinda Viergever Inman
Naively, I had assumed my five-day vacation would repair four months of overworking. I jetted off to California for relaxation with my dear little sister, supposing I’d return all in one piece again. I now laugh at my assumption. Silly …
Continue Reading →Free, unfettered, skimming the night sky, the moon smiles down on me as it makes its stealthy escape, heading west. Tomorrow I, too, shall set sail, clad in clouds, freed from earth’s bonds, brightly beaming, winging toward oceans unseen. I …
Continue Reading →Having left the markings of themselves all over my battered body, they have grown and gone out into the world, on to their own lives. The little toddlers who bowled me over with love and affection every time I came …
Continue Reading →The day started at 5:20 a.m. after ending at nearly 11:30 p.m. the night before. This had happened several days in a row. But today was different. On this day I was undertaking an entire seminary course in one day, …
Continue Reading →Near the end of my homeschooling career, the Lord threw wide the door for fiction writing. It was time! Like a dam that had burst, a torrent of words flooded out of me and onto the page. I didn’t know …
Continue Reading →Back in July, I felt August breathing down my neck, urging me to get busy. In years past, August was when all summertime relaxation screeched to a halt for the preparation of home-school lesson plans. And then, school began. The fall …
Continue Reading →You max out the credit card. Online gambling is your vice. Tiring of it, you hit Vegas and Reno. You live high. You shoot the dice. You indulge in immorality, charging it all. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, …
Continue Reading →“What a wretched [woman] I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death?” (Romans 7:24 NIV). Rising, my flesh and the old self assert themselves before I am fully conscious. My broken body aches, and my battle-weary soul …
Continue Reading →“What a wretched [woman] I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death?” (Romans 7:24 NIV). Rising, my flesh and the old self assert themselves before I am fully conscious. My broken body aches, and my battle-weary soul …
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