by Elaine Olsen | Jun 6, 2011 | cancer, cancer video, cancer volume 4
There are a few things I’d like to tell you about today. They’ll make better sense if you have the opportunity to watch the video. I’ll give you ample time; I need a break from writing this week so that I can spend some concentrated time of resting...
by Elaine Olsen | May 9, 2011 | calling, cancer, cancer volume 4, Living Our Consecrated Deserts
“The Spirit of the Lord told Philip, ‘Go to that chariot and stay near it.’ Then Philip ran up to the chariot and heard the man reading Isaiah the prophet. ‘Do you understand what you are reading!’ Philip asked. ‘How can I,’ he said, ‘unless someone explains it to...
by Elaine Olsen | Mar 11, 2011 | cancer, cancer volume 4, living God's truth, writing
“Just one word from You, and everything changes. Just one word from You, will bring me life.” –Vicky Beeching {“Listening”, Eternity Invades, 2010} Just one word. I awakened with this refrain running through my thoughts this morning. I’ve been thinking on it ever...
by Elaine Olsen | Mar 3, 2011 | cancer, cancer volume 4, faith, words, writing
It mocks me from a distance; sits on a shelf in my den, begging for notice while collecting dust. A purple, three-ring binder containing 50,000 words, personal words. Words written from a place of noble thought and understanding. Words that took nearly a year to...
by Elaine Olsen | Feb 8, 2011 | cancer, cancer volume 4, peace for the journey
My hair. Beginning seeds have begun their sprouting, and I can’t decide if I’m going to be completely gray at forty-four or will continue with a patchy mix of various shades. While barely visible to others, I feel my hair there… soft and tender and just enough of a...
by Elaine Olsen | Jan 2, 2011 | anchor verse, calling, cancer, cancer volume 4, knowing God, living God's truth, New Year's
{lisaleonard designs} From my perch on the couch, I watched him trim her nails. Never in her eight years on this earth did I recall him trimming baby girl’s nails. She was caught off-guard as well, looking at me occasionally as if to say, “Daddy isn’t doing this...
