Rhonda’s Blog

In morning’s brisk air, I pop on in. I’ve just come from some time spent with a friend in a local coffee shop. Mister steps forward to greet me and

He’d not come to me himself. I’d not heard a peep about it; no mention of his distress. He’d slid home late that night after his father and I had

A year ago, I had a dream. In the picture, they gathered around, arms reaching. Some hands lifted in supplication, others touching a man. In the center. The one in

In the early morning’s hour, I awaken. Outside, it’s bitter cold, scarce fit for man or beast. Tucked beneath the covers, my body is still, but my mind begins to

It came to me today by the lamp’s quiet light. Post holidays, now, a bit of malaise had crept in. This, on the heels of a contentious election. Here in the

We’ve just come from a fabulous Ozark Christmas, round one down in Branson. Here on The Three, we’re headin’ into round two of the GCC, the Grand Christmas Celebrations. It’s

In whirlwind’s vortex, the holiday schedule overwhelms. Programs and concerts. Gatherings and food. Traveling and shopping and gifts. What a wild, colorful, angelic, lit-up, Heaven-comes-down-to-the-earth time of year. What a

A quick message on this, a terribly busy day. It was on Sunday last that he said it. “Go to Isaiah 53.” And I did… In this high and holy

I noticed it when he left for summer camp. After dropping him off, it was as though the very house breathed a sigh, joists, rafters, shingles and window panes realigning

This is an odd kind of Christmas message, I know. In this high and holy season, the sights, the sounds, the aromas, they weave a bright, golden tapestry. At the