Rhonda’s Blog

God is in control. In changing times, in shifting political fortunes, it is this rock on which I plant my feet. There is much that concerns me in the aftermath

In the light of the morning, there’s heaviness. “God’s in control.”Over and over, I repeat these words. This, I know. This, I believe. This, I proclaim. But along the horizon, storm

Ask any Israelite if it mattered which king was put in. Ask them how they suffered under bad kings and prospered under good ones. Ask them about life under Ahab

I never saw it coming. Not as a girl growing up on the Kansas plains. Not as a bride relocating to the North. Not as the young mother of a

“Are you in line?” I say, not wanting to budge (a cardinal sin if you’re a kindergartener).  He nods. “Do you write in the Goshen paper?” he says at last.

We’re walking along, The Mister and I, down our country road. Fields lie bare on either hand, having felt the cut of the combine’s blade. Night is falling, and behind

That was quick. For four years, you waited with bated breath as weeks and months crept by. You had birthday, birthday, birthday and, well, birthday, and then it was time.

Turning to the sacred text, there it is, the story of the 1 and the 99. The story of the sheep gone missing and the Shepherd who pursued. The tale

Her daughter’s standing there, all curly-headed. “Mama’s moved,” she says, smiling, too. And then she tells me, this petite girl, and earnest, about her job. She’s working just now in

It’s the season for celebrity sightings. Not that I’ve seen any, mind you, but folks I know have had some excitement. In our small town, we’re not exactly overrun with