by Elaine Olsen | Apr 16, 2012 | christian perfection, church life, faith, knowing God, living God's truth, obedience, surrender, trust
Loose ends. Frayed threads. Separated strands of life dangling mid-air. Waiting. Hoping. Praying that somehow, some way they might be found by Master Weaver. Touched by the Master Weaver. Worked into a portrait of grace by the Master Weaver. Some day by the Master...
by Elaine Olsen | Jan 16, 2012 | church life, faith, family fun, knowing God, living God's truth, worship
“For where two or three come together in my name, there am I with them.” –Matthew 18:20 Together we worshiped the Lord this morning. Just the three of us. Jesus, her, and me. I’d hoped that others would be there, planned on others being there, but when the big...
by Elaine Olsen | Nov 22, 2011 | knowing God, trust, worship
“But as for me, it is good to be near God.” (Psalm 73:28) It is good for me to be near God. When I am not—when I move away from his presence—my eyes, like the Psalmist, are easily fixed on lesser pursuits. Lesser things. Littered and lower things. Things of the world....
by Elaine Olsen | Aug 29, 2011 | communion, God's voice, knowing God
I felt the earth move beneath my feet last Tuesday. Literally. Despite the fact that I was 250 miles removed from the epicenter of last week’s earthquake in Mineral, VA, I still felt its tremor. Its duration indicated to me that it was something more than just my...
by Elaine Olsen | Apr 22, 2011 | Easter, grace, knowing God, living God's truth, pilgrimage
Nighttime desperations… Inclinations of the mind, heart, and soul that bend in the opposite direction of God’s peace as darkness begins its descent upon a day’s worth of doing. Hidden agendas that bury beneath the brilliancy of the sun’s witness but that overtly and...
by Elaine Olsen | Mar 21, 2011 | cancer, cancer volume 3, faith, knowing God, living God's truth, Scripture, strength
I remember the day he broke my heart. After a week long vacation of exploring his neck of the woods and getting to know his family, he told me we were “over.” The next morning he drove me to the airport and put me on a plane headed north, back to my parents. I was...
