Full healing, heaven’s hope, one sweet day

December 8, 2017 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

On this cold, December day, winter’s chill nibbles my toes. Huddled beneath a down blanket, mug of hot coffee tucking warm in my hands, I look up. Overhead, a star winks and twinkles, caught all a-tangle in the maple’s barren limbs. Out back just across the back 40, dawn’s breaking, light’s peaking, casting a full […]



In an hour of darkness, Love walks toward the pain

November 30, 2017 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

In the season of light, I can feel it. Where our tree holds out its arms, lights a-twinkling on its branches, the darkness presses in. Outside my window, the Holy Family sits, hushed, in a neighbor’s yard. Their figures glow golden in the night, and my thoughts return to Bethlehem. To a stable, a manger, a birth. Birth […]



“And it came…to pass”

November 2, 2017 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

The lights are low. In the center of the stage, a man is preachin’. One by one, he’s bringin’ up parishioners with one, simple question: “What is your favorite verse?” From the Shepherd’s Psalm to the Book of John, they, each one, share their best. And then he calls on John. At 92, he’s a […]



How communication is spelled to your man (hint: it’s a three-letter word)

October 30, 2017 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

  This morning, I want to speak a quick, encouraging word to the one of you-all who’s struggling with sex. Yup, I said it. So buckle up. If there is one area my husband and I have struggled with, it is this one. God (I can tell you) has done so very much work in […]



Dear Mr. President, Sometimes ‘freedom’ isn’t, actually (and the dish that could bring some world peace)

October 12, 2017 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

In morning’s light, I gaze across our land. Leaves dance and twirl through the air, branches ruffled by unseen fingers. An errant one kisses my forehead in my spot on the BOS (Bright Orange Swing) before skittering behind me to the ground. Sun’s rays play atop the green, green grass, turning dew drops to diamonds […]



For the parents of prodigals, “You’re not alone”

October 7, 2017 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

She came to my mind again today as she often does in the midst of my Saturday chores. Wipin’ out the microwave that her daddy, a very Handy Man, had installed, it always reminds me. Swipin’ away the smudges yet again and one more time, and there she was; her face, her name, her legs… […]



When you think that she’s better than you

October 2, 2017 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

It came to me on a scrap of land in the sea. There, where palm trees lined the white-sand path. Where yellow umbrellas sprouted like so many golden mushrooms against a Caribbean sky. Where water shaded from clear to green to delicate blues, in this paradise I heard the ancient hiss. “She is better.” In […]



Of agents and contracts, conventional wisdom and–Love?

September 28, 2017 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

It was, on the surface of it, mere coincidence (co-incidents). A happenstance. An odd, unplanned meeting in a coffee shop. A conversation flash-sparked by a purse (and that, bright orange). A mention of ‘books’ and ‘proposals,’ and then a strangely declarative word. “You’d better get that done.” So I’d listened. I’d busted through, stayed up one […]



Why “modesty” won’t protect your family

September 24, 2017 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

It came during a good and productive discussion at church. We were sittin’ in the middle of a sizable Sunday School class where the topic was “fighting for our families,” a message we’re all needin’, for sure. Point by point, we were workin’ it through. “Awesome families have fun together.” How do we have fun? How’s […]



Dear parents of daughters, We’re on the same team

September 12, 2017 Rhonda Schrock Rhonda's Posts

Dear parents of daughters, Of all things, it happened again at church. There we were, talking about parenting in this tough and mixed-up world, and there it came. I used to laugh along with everyone else when “it” came up. I don’t think it’s funny any more. The “it” to which I refer is the […]



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