Rhonda’s Blog

Eager, I race across the grass. Papa’s bright, golden sun is lighting the world. A fresh breeze blows, and birds sing praise high in the trees on The Three. I

I’d not planned on speaking today. Wednesday is my heaviest workday of the week, but in between reports, I’m thinkin’ on transformation and on how, exactly, it comes. And I

The lights go down. On the screen at the front of the room, a photo appears. Against a lovely brick backdrop, six women dressed in colorful robes stand, shoulder to

“You have something you’re uniquely gifted to do. And isn’t it just wonderful when God gives you a place to use that gift, do that ‘thang,’ and it makes a

I’m scratching it out, pen in hand, heart scrolling in cursive and ink across the pages of an Italian leather journal, green, embossed with leaves. Head bent over the mug,

It’s the Party Store. As our resident cardinal flies, it would be a mere wing stretch. But for this local citizen, it’s a bit more involved, requiring the use of

It was a beauty pageant, a conversation one night on the road, and a blog post that came after that . Women opened up, shared their hearts, and they bled,

In the predawn darkness, the house is quiet. The snow-blanket that’s tucked us in has come, bearing gifts. For boys, a school delay is not nothing. And they slumber. Beside

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBlogger I’m running along in morning’s sun. After days of gray and clouds and chill, the sun is a welcome presence. Here and there, snow ribbons streak across fallow ground.

In this small town, the coffee shop anchors the main square. It’s the center of commerce. Here, locals gather, exchanging quips and news and quick hellos. “Did you solve world