Even after forty-five years of being a follower of Christ, God’s faithfulness still astonishes me. In many ways I still hold on to the vestiges of my broken legalistic beginning. That mindset dictates that God’s affection for me is dependent upon …
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When I caught mono in 2013, it propelled into high gear the autoimmune disorder I had no idea was already attacking my body. I was prepping Refuge, my first novel, for publication and was excited about everything that lay before …
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We have a fallacy in our American thinking. We often assume “positive thinking” will gain us everything. We rarely see sickness, death, or tragedy, and it seems foreign to us. We forget the day will come when no amount of …
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God is with us, through every aspect of our lives, using everything to draw us to Himself, to inspire growth, and to make Himself known. Not only in the joyous occasions, but in the terrifying, He is near. All my …
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A long-term health challenge places great stress on a marriage. It won’t be better in a few days. It won’t blow over. It won’t ease up next month, when the deadline is met or the season is over. It will …
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My soon-to-release novel Fallen illustrates the fall of humankind. Sin, sickness, and death came into the world, affecting one and all. My life demonstrates the effect of sin in the world, and so does yours. In sharing this encore post …
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Recent events have overwhelmed me. In my quiet times, I’ve been dancing up to Jesus, meditating on his Word, and yet shying away from intimate contact. When he touches my heart I run away. Today I recognized this, and I …
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Part 3 of a Three-Part series on Chronic Illness My autoimmune disease is stripping me of airs, graces, and hubris. I used to feel professional, strong, and efficient. But now, no matter my outer appearance, I feel flattened by unrelenting …
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Part 2 of a Three-Part series on Chronic Illness A couple of years ago I was an overcommitted workaholic, and I was destroying myself emotionally with constant, condemnatory self-talk. Then I got really sick. Since contracting Epstein Barr two years …
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Part 1 of a Three-Part series on Chronic Illness Hello, my name is Melinda, and I’m a recovering workaholic. We workaholics are broken people. We feel our worth is determined by how much we can produce, how quickly, and how …
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