Rhonda’s Blog

Though it happened years ago, I remember it still. There in that century home with its high, towering ceilings and wooden stairs that creaked, it had been Armageddon. A knock-down,

I slide open the drawer and reach for the card. I carry it to the counter, then bend low to pull out the mixer. I collect eggs. Milk. Butter. Yeast.

Things have been a little quiet here on the blog. That’s because I’ve been busy enjoying my life and putting more of my thoughts strictly on Facebook. But today? Today,

So here’s the thing. When I was a young girl, then a young woman who became a young wife and a young mother, I was so very hungry. Hungry, desperate

It caught my ear when she said it today, “…while I’m waitin’ for answers.” Odd, for I’d just been thinkin’ on that very thing. In the morning hour somewhere before

I’ve been holdin’ off on postin’ anything about Valentine’s Day today. Facebook and social media can be just terrible sometimes, can’t they? So very hard, lookin’ at everyone else’s “highlight

For the burdened parent today, a word to help you “swing free,” like a child. To know peace. To walk in His love instead of shame… I woke up, and

This post was started earlier this morning at a local coffee shop. I was going to meet a friend there, and I had slipped in earlier for some quiet time and

Today, I speak to a young mother who’s in the thick of it with small children. I speak also to the parent who’s raisin’ older ones and who’s waitin’ for

At the great river’s edge, they pause. Waters rage, waves roar and the current’s rushing fast. The vast throng stands, breathless. Pulse-drum thumping in ears, breath catching, they watch. To see.