Rhonda’s Blog

It was a series he’d begun on the last words of Christ. At the start of the lesson, he’d dropped just one line, then rushed headlong into the outline. It

I’m standing at the sink, washing the day’s dishes, when I hear it one more time–the chime of an incoming message. Drying my hands, I snap up my phone, for

A couple of months ago, I posted a picture of my Starbucks cup with a funny line that made me laugh, and I got a bit of feedback. Folks piped

It was the first time we’d Skyped since they’d landed in Greece. After a 12-hour bus ride, a layover in Athens, more travel and then a ferry ride over, their

It popped right on out. Sometimes it dawns, slow and steady as the sun. Other times, it bursts upon you as autumn rains and winds lash over one’s yard. And every once

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBlogger It was just this Sunday last. After days of silence, he’d messaged me. The team, he said, had moved to another town, and wi-fi was a 45-minute walk. To

Plain and simple. To my great delight, it pleased Him. Far from meting out condemnation or reproof, it seemed to me that He smiled. And stepped into my lab. Then came

I’d told it before, how The Mister, he’d preach (“you should be writing!”). How I would resist with some snark and some sass. How all of a sudden, a door.

The counter before me is covered. Running the count in my head (9 dozen, 10 dozen, and on to 11), I think it. “And isn’t it every kid’s birthright, this,

Coming home one night from a three-mile walk, there he was, loping in a giant circle about our property. We stopped, watching, taking it in. For a second split in