by Elaine Olsen | Apr 10, 2026 | family fun, living God's truth, pilgrimage, rehearse your history with God, Uncategorized
”A solid 60.” That was her answer to me when I asked her to guess my age. Without hesitation and with all the confidence of a young twenty something, she was certain in her guess. And if her guess was offered up to me in the last week, I would have been impressed. But...
by Elaine Olsen | Jul 24, 2024 | calling, grace, pilgrimage
Sometimes you need an extra week. Sometimes two weeks is not enough for you to take hold of a new thing or for a new thing to take hold of you. Sometimes… New things need extra doses of grace and understanding … and time. Let me explain. As my children were growing...
by Elaine Olsen | May 21, 2024 | fellowship with God, parenting, pilgrimage, trust
The LORD will guard your going out and your coming in from this time forth and forever. (Psalm 121:8) I’ve been watching them for ten months now – a father/daughter duo during their morning routine. Their everyday schedule coincides with mine. The 11-mile trek from my...
by Elaine Olsen | Jul 31, 2021 | finding an unseen God, hunger, intimacy with God, kingdom, knowing God, pilgrimage
“Now when he saw the crowds, he went up on a mountainside and sat down. His disciples came to him, and he began to teach them …” (Matthew 5:1-2) This world. What a mess. Spiritually speaking. Emotionally speaking. Physically speaking. Politically speaking....
by Elaine Olsen | Dec 15, 2017 | dad, family fun, God's voice, knowing God, ministry life, pilgrimage, right words; right timing, words
I had a dream last night. So strong in its witness, I needed to “get it down” on paper this morning. Perhaps in doing so, it will get down to a deeper place inside of me so that I might more fully live it outside of me. The sermon that was never heard. Allow me to...
by Elaine Olsen | Oct 9, 2017 | family fun, friendship, hunger, living God's truth, pilgrimage, sundays
We drove my Grandpa Al home yesterday. Well… sort of. He wasn’t really my grandpa. My Grandpa Al died in 1994 at the age of eighty-three. The man we drove home, Howard, is seventy-four but could have passed as Al’s brother. Short in stature, round in the belly,...
