by Elaine Olsen | Jun 21, 2010 | letting go, packing up, pilgrimage
“… Come now; let us leave.” (John 14:31). I’m a fan of the ellipsis—the “dot, dot, dot” (…) that is sometimes used in writing to denote a pause in thought. An ellipsis is a connector of sorts, a bridge linking a previous moment with the next one. Sometimes the link is...
by Elaine Olsen | Apr 12, 2010 | faith, family fun, letting go, living God's truth, packing up
“And we also thank God continually because, when you received the word of God, which you heard from us, you accepted it not as the word of men, but as it actually is, the word of God, which is at work in you who believe.” (1 Thessalonians 2:13) My boy turned...
by Elaine Olsen | Aug 17, 2009 | faith, letting go, parenting, pilgrimage, trust
“So keep up your courage, men, for I have faith in God that it will happen just as he told me. Nevertheless, we must run aground on some island.” (Acts 27:25-26). One of the best pieces of advice I’ve ever received came from a counselor during a time of great personal...
by Elaine Olsen | Jun 10, 2009 | Bolivia, calling, family fun, letting go, living God's truth, parenting, pilgrimage, surrender, trust
“Now a man of the house of Levi married a Levite woman, and she became pregnant and gave birth to a son. When she saw that he was a fine child, she hid him for three months. But when she could hide him no longer, she got a papyrus basket for him and coated it with tar...
by Elaine Olsen | Apr 24, 2009 | a quick word, family fun, letting go
When you were young, you were prone to accidents. I thought age would cure it. I kept waiting for it to happen … a season of maturation that would nip said tendencies in the bud.Soon, you’ll turn eighteen, and albeit your accidents mask differently these days, you’ve...
by Elaine Olsen | Jan 11, 2009 | a quick word, family fun, letting go, parenting, video
It occurred to me today that there will be few occasions, if any, when I will take the arm of my son and walk the aisle as his date. Tonight may have been my swan song. When he was a child, many were the times when he would take my arm. His hands belonged to me then....
