Rhonda’s Blog

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

There’s a message that’s burning in my heart today. For weeks and months now, it’s been growing inside me. Like a flaming-hot coal, its warmth has permeated my entire being,

It’s Valentine’s Day. I’ve just dropped off 27 hand-rolled, heart-shaped cookies (made with real butter ’cause we don’t mess around), frosted and topped with sprinkles. Behind me, a batch-of-hot-worms, roiling, lively

I feel prompted to teach on a topic today that has been all kinds of difficult for me. I grew up, see, in a culture where certain things were not

This week, a young woman from my home church on the prairie suffered a massive stroke. In a small community, everyone knows everyone else, and the ties stretch far across

I got a message from his teacher. My fifth-grade Cub and his class were learning how to write essays. Would I be willing to come in and talk about my