Fellowship at My Friend’s Table
By Shawnelle Eliasen2 min read
There’s been laughter and tears around that table. Prayers and praises. Hurt and healing…
God’s Goodness When Things Change
By Shawnelle Eliasen3 min read
I’m grateful that as our children grow, God is compassionate, replacing sweet young-child blessings with other precious things…
Sharing Words of Love
By Shawnelle Eliasen3 min read
There is nothing silly about telling others that you love them. That is precious. And powerful. Those words are a blessing.
Surely the Lord Is with Us
By Shawnelle Eliasen3 min read
Tempers are short, and I think of other families whose kids are probably sitting in their chairs like angels. I imagine halos and harps…
A Song of Everyday Miracles
By Shawnelle Eliasen1 min read
It’s precious to think about how the Lord walks with me daily. Revealing himself in tender ways. Strengthening my faith.
Trust the Lord to Handle All Anxiety
By Shawnelle Eliasen4 min read
“Anxiety stirred within me,” writes guest blogger Marci Seither, “but it dissipated when I saw the look on his face. Pure love. Just like the Lord feels for us.”
Spiritual Growth and New Life
By Shawnelle Eliasen2 min read
I think about the joy that this new growth brings, and I wonder: Does our spiritual growth bring such joy to God?
Walking in Confidence of God’s Love
By Shawnelle Eliasen3 min read
It’s my prayer that as my son grows, he’ll take pleasure in the Lord’s rejoicing even more than mine.
Thankful for My Friend
By Shawnelle Eliasen3 min read
She’s been walking with the Lord just a little longer than I have. She holds wisdom and knowledge and she’s generous to share.
Eyes on the Lord
By Shawnelle Eliasen2 min read
When I’m worried, filled with fear, my eyes are on myself. It’s a self-centered kind of pride. There is a better place for my eyes to be!
Jesus Replaced My Darkness with Light
By Shawnelle Eliasen2 min read
I could never earn it. Never, ever deserve it. It’s a grace gift that’s rich with the most powerful kind of love.
The Hope in Spring Rain
By Shawnelle Eliasen2 min read
“Guys,” I say. “It’s the scent of spring.” The scent of promise.
