by Elaine Olsen | Oct 8, 2013 | courage, creation, freedom, peace, prayer, rest
From where I’m sitting this morning, I see the witness of the changing season. The tree that hedges my bedroom window is beginning to sharpen in color, while surrendering a leaf to the wind every few minutes. I could stare at it for hours. What rich beauty there is in...
by Elaine Olsen | May 21, 2013 | confessions of a reluctant juror, freedom, knowing God, living God's truth, ministry life, truth, words
Truth exists. Truth isn’t relative. Sometimes, however, truth gets buried beneath the details—layer upon layer of story that muddy up the process of discovery. Why conceal it? To quote Jack Nicholson’s famous line from the movie A Few Good Men . . . “You can’t handle...
by Elaine Olsen | May 6, 2013 | freedom, letting go, living God's truth, obedience
“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?” –Isaiah 43:18-19 It’s time to throw-away the blue sweater (modeled here by mini-me, a.k.a. Miss Amelia). How do I know the time has come? I...
by Elaine Olsen | Jan 30, 2013 | Beyond Cancer's Scars (the story behind the story), cancer, cancer video, freedom, ministry life, rest, video
Because sometimes we need the witness and strength of an earlier season . . . To read more about Jacob’s night stay in Bethel, check out Genesis 27-28. To learn more about Beyond Cancer’s Scars, click...
by Elaine Olsen | Oct 16, 2012 | authenticity, calling, faith, freedom, letting go, living God's truth, obedience, wholeness
Siix years ago in my dreaming, I didn’t plan on my current reality. The life I’m living today wasn’t the life I was dreaming about in my yesterday. Six years ago . . . I had just written my first book / Bible study about the prophet Nehemiah and was sure it would be...
by Elaine Olsen | Sep 3, 2012 | Beyond Cancer's Scars (the story behind the story), cancer volume 4, faith, family fun, freedom, Lessons from the Lunchroom, parenting
It’s Sunday evening. A table usually reserved for meal times has, instead, become a makeshift teacher’s desk. Lesson plans strewn about, books, DVD’s, grade books, red pens, and unsharpened pencils litter the oak top, alongside my tiredness. I put my head down,...
