Rhonda’s Blog

Popping in this morning with a quick, kinda heavy word. This won’t be for all of you, but the ones who are needing it will know it’s for them. So

An email slips into my inbox today. The Cub, my last-but-not-least, blue-eyed boy, is headed for the middle school. His elementary days are behind him now, and this note has

Today, I have a specific mission. Hang on just a sec; let me set this up, and then I’ll tell you what it is. When I was a girl, I

I’ve decided to tell you a little story today. Until now, I have not felt compelled to share it, but now, this day, I do. Which means that someone somewhere

I’m popping in today just to talk to you for a minute about something that’s important in your marriage. Some months ago as I was walking through a difficult season,

In another town far away, a girl named Kelly is dying. We met her husband years ago at a winter Bible School up in the frozen north. He was angry

Scrolling, scrolling through my newsfeed today, I happened across one, small nugget. “Stop carrying shame. It’s not even yours. It’s the devil’s.” And like that, my thoughts hopscotched back to

“You’re not seeing the whole picture. There’s a much bigger, broader picture. A battle that’s raging, an enemy that’s fighting the truth.”  It’s the Voice, and I’m listening. “For when

It came to me, as many things do, in morning’s sweet solitude on the *BOS. To the east, the sky was lightening, sun’s gentle curve barely breaking the horizon. From unseen

I just finished typing a report. For those of you who don’t know me, my day job is medical transcription. From my cozy, old farmhouse, I type medical reports day