While attending a fine choral presentation by a boychoir, I actually learned the words to what I had thought was a light-weight Christmas song about a party. I had assumed it was about a boy gathering the courage to ask …
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Raised on the Oklahoma plains in a storytelling family, Melinda now spins tales from her writer's cave in the coastal South. Her faith-filled fiction illustrates our human story, wrestling with our brokenness and the storms that wreak havoc in our lives.
Another car accident. This one, deer vs. new car–the one that replaced the smashed van. My third accident of the year. A year filled with physical therapy, chiropractic visits, and a slow and painful recovery. Torn muscles now knitting. Pelvis …
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One of the hardest things about writing and seeking publication is rejection. Everyone agrees. You work so hard–your blood, sweat, and tears are given for your work. You float it out there to your critical, carefully-chosen first-readers. They critique. You adjust and …
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“But the slave may declare, ‘…I don’t want to go free. If he does this, his master must present him before God. Then his master must take him to the door or doorpost and publicly pierce his ear with an …
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“The Pharisee stood by himself and prayed this prayer: ‘I thank you, God, that I am not a sinner like everyone else. For I don’t cheat, I don’t sin, and I don’t commit adultery. I’m certainly not like that tax …
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“You see me when I travel and when I rest at home. You know everything I do” (Psalm 139:3 NLT). My ten-year-old granddaughter sobbed into the phone, “But, Daddy, I’m worried.” Departing on a humanitarian mission, her father (my son) …
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I am “confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus” (Phil. 1:6 NIV). It’s a good thing! What a relief! Thank you, Lord! We …
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“You hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me… This summer my organizational abilities dissipated. I entered my twenty-eighth year of homeschooling this month—the final year. When I began this marathon of blessing and character refinement, …
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“If I say, ‘Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light about me be night…” Within every family there is dark matter, lurking unseen, causing odd interactions, hinting at past grief, provoking reactions that are out of kilter …
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