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 | Mar 28, 2012 | a quick word, faith, fast, prayer, surrender
The aroma from the kitchen reaches my nostrils. It’s 4:58 PM… dinnertime. The first time in the last twenty hours when I’ve noticed my hunger. I wonder why it has taken so long… this noticing of emptiness. I’m surprised it hasn’t happened sooner. I suppose it makes...
by Elaine Olsen | Aug 15, 2011 | cancer, cancer volume 3, living God's truth, surrender, trust
Two things I know for certain as I begin this week: 1. My emotions and the feelings attached to them aren’t reliable; they are ever-changing. 2. God and his Word are reliable; they never change. In regards to number one, I’m in menopause … an induced menopause due to...
by Elaine Olsen | Feb 25, 2011 | cancer, cancer volume 3, faith, family fun, letting go, living God's truth, out of the mouths of babes, parenting, surrender
I watched her out of the corner of my eye. Tears were forming in hers. We’d just settled into our evening watch of American Idol when I noticed her sadness. The “boys” present in the room shrugged it off as insignificant. Boys are like that sometimes, not seeing past...
by Elaine Olsen | Jan 6, 2011 | cancer, faith, suffering, surrender, trust
There is an ugly side to me… two really. One brought about through sin; one brought about through cancer. One remains more veiled—my heart. One exposed for the entire world to see—my flesh. And tonight I hold a candle to them both, and I don’t like what I see. The...
by Elaine Olsen | May 29, 2010 | brokenness, christian perfection, conviction, grace, surrender, words, writing
I burned some words yesterday. My words. Three journals worth of words dating back sixteen years to a season in my life that walked wildly and in selfish pursuit of sin. I didn’t call sin, sin back then… didn’t name my thoughts and, consequently, my resulting actions...
