by Elaine Olsen | Jul 20, 2013 | alicia chole, artistry, the seventh year, words, writing
Today I have the privilege of creating words with my Creator over at The 7th Year blog. A few weeks ago, my mentor and friend, Alicia Chole, asked me a question. In The Work of Our Hands, I respond. Both Alicia and I invite you to the table of grace today to add your...
by Elaine Olsen | Mar 23, 2013 | alicia chole, Easter, friendship, grace, knowing God, pilgrimage, the seventh year
“It’s the people . . . all about the people for me. They are where I find God.” So I told my new friend from the 7th year, both of us participants in Alicia Chole’s Leadership Investment Intensive. Half-way between her house and mine rests Bellamy Manor and Gardens...
by Elaine Olsen | Feb 28, 2013 | hunger, knowing God, living God's truth, obedience, pilgrimage, rest, right words; right timing, silence, the seventh year
I’m not a huge fan of the Academy Awards, not because I have anything against honoring quality art via the silver screen but mostly because of the seemingly endless parade of the self-impressed. Couple this with the fact that I haven’t seen ninety-nine percent...
by Elaine Olsen | Feb 11, 2013 | obedience, the seventh year
I’ve been reading Lynn Austin’s book series, Chronicles of the King. The first few books in this fictional series bring color and depth to the life of a real king—Hezekiah—who reigned over Judah from 716/15 – 687/86 B.C. Because of my love for “period pieces” and out...
by Elaine Olsen | Jan 24, 2013 | rest, the seventh year
The 7th year. It already means so very much to me, this intentional 52-week journey I’m taking with Alicia Chole as my mentor. I’m not always able or willing to put words to this adventure which (in a short time) has become so very precious to me—my season of...
by Elaine Olsen | Jan 9, 2013 | alicia chole, family fun, living God's truth, out of the mouths of babes, pilgrimage, the seventh year
I gently reached down and touched her chapped hands. Tenderly they rested on the pew in front of us as we chorused our way through five verses of “We Three Kings.” Her hands have grown over the years, no longer balled into tiny fists; no longer reaching outward to...
