by Elaine Olsen | Dec 8, 2013 | church life, dad, faith, francis asbury, methodism, ministry life, pilgrimage
She reads to me about his life, this man named Francis Asbury. Do you know of him? I do. I’d better. Why? Well, I’m the daughter of a Methodist preacher. I’m married to one as well. I grew up in Wilmore, KY, home to Asbury College and Asbury Seminary. I graduated from...
by Elaine Olsen | Oct 2, 2013 | dad, faith, family fun, living God's truth, parenting, Raising Faith, words on words on Word
My heart and my pen landed on this verse this morning, while scribing the words of Deuteronomy into my Journible: “Only be careful, and watch yourselves closely so that you do not forget the things your eyes have seen or let them slip from your heart as long as you...
by Elaine Olsen | Apr 22, 2013 | calling, cancer, cancer volume 4, dad, grace, ministry life, obedience, speaking
Safe . . . protected under the shelter of God’s wings. Those were the phrases that surfaced in my mind and the feelings that settled deeply within my soul when I awoke at my parents’ home yesterday morning – a Sabbath morning. Certainly the fact that I was with...
by Elaine Olsen | Oct 24, 2012 | conviction, dad, election, family fun
If they could be like him, then I’d be feeling better about casting my vote in a couple of weeks. If President Obama and Governor Romney would spend a day with him, they would learn a lot about life, about truth, and about how to walk humbly through this world with...
by Elaine Olsen | Jun 27, 2012 | artistry, creation, dad, words, writing
I quit writing yesterday. Quit. Put down the pen and said, “No more.” Today, I’ve extended that deadline a bit. Why? Well, partly because of something I read last night and mostly because of something my daddy has told me time and again throughout the course of...
by Elaine Olsen | Apr 4, 2012 | dad, desert dwelling, Easter, grace, Olive Press, pilgrimage
This is one of my favorite stories of grace. It’s a good one to walk us home to Easter. I’ve grown up hearing it, time and again, and it never fails to stir my heart in the deepest way. Thank you, dad, for sharing it with us, and thanks to my Grandpa Al...
