by Elaine Olsen | Apr 22, 2014 | brokenness, calling, faith, grace, living God's truth, ministry life, peace for the journey, pilgrimage
“But you are to seek the place the Lord your God will choose from among all your tribes to put his Name there for his dwelling. To that place you must go; … There, in the presence of the Lord your God, you and your families shall eat and shall rejoice in everything...
by Elaine Olsen | Apr 9, 2014 | freedom, grace, hope, kingdom, living God's truth, pilgrimage, thanksgiving
I’m turning forty-eight this week … again. Let me explain. For the past year, I’ve been telling folks that I’m forty-eight. I’m not kidding. Somewhere in the madness of this last year called My Life, I lost a year. So when my birthday rolls around on Thursday, really...
by Elaine Olsen | Mar 11, 2014 | faith, freedom, grace, living God's truth, sin, truth
Tough morning; tough night. And I don’t like tough nights. Every now and again, one comes along, and I have to wrestle my heart out before Jesus. I bring the load I’m carrying, the heaviness that’s weighing on my heart, and cast it all at his feet. What now, Lord? How...
by Elaine Olsen | Oct 31, 2013 | church life, conviction, God's Word, grace, kingdom, living God's truth, ministry life, obedience
Mercy triumphs over judgment. These were James’s words to the twelve tribes scattered among the nations some 2000 years ago. These are God’s words to me today. More fully … “Speak and act as those who are going to be judged by the law that gives freedom,...
by Elaine Olsen | Aug 27, 2013 | cancer volume 4, friendship, grace, living God's truth, peace, peace for the journey, pilgrimage, rest, writing
We sat on his front porch talking about this-and-that while relishing Saturday’s break in temperature. The wind kindly caressed our conversation. It was a beautiful gift—the weather and the fellowship. I haven’t always been good at my relishing, especially when life...
by Elaine Olsen | Jun 6, 2013 | family fun, friendship, grace, hunger, kingdom, letting go, packing up, parenting, pilgrimage
It’s not much. Just an old table with two even older chairs. I spied them alongside Hwy. 70 while winding my way home from my annual run to the eye doctor. My U-turn came as no surprise to my eldest son who made the trek with me; after twenty-four years of being my...
