Growing Up
This is it. That sweet anniversary. My baby’s 3rd birthday and that anniversary of when You were here, so Present. As Present as the red velvet couch I sit on. As pervasive as the yummy bacon smell from the California…
A Gift from Linda: Chapter 1 From a New Book!
Dear Reading Friends, It’s a joy to have you visit this space, set aside to lift the Savior up. YOU are the reason WE are here. We pray for you often. And we pray our writing will be a gift.…
What Happens When We Listen
by Linda Andersen Blue bowl of sky hovers maternally, marshmallowed with gossamer clouds. Sunlight splashes: golden gems, gleeful, abandoned to joy. It’s a recipe for happiness in anyone’s book, yet my spirit is testy, pity-full, tired. “My strength…
When our Schedule Presses in Close
This story by Linda Andersen is a part of the Sabbath focus we have on Fridays here at a Thirst for God. “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He…
Why We Crave the Pause Button
My daughter begs me this afternoon to come write. The youngest is napping up in the nursery and what mom in love with the play of words could ever say “no” to play together? We gather pens and notebooks…
When you need more of God
“Some Christians believe that being filled with the Holy Spirit is a work the Lord brings to people from above, as if they were an empty pitcher and He pours the Holy Spirit into them, much as one would pour…
When You Feel the Pain of Letting Go
I should be starting dinner. I need to write a letter. I know I could be taking a walk, or “improving my mind”, or maybe even praying. But I’m not…exactly. God has provided one short, giddy sunset for…
Where I Learned How to do Friendship
I haven’t always been good at friendships. I decided early on books were easier to get along with. And if you don’t live with grace for yourself, it is impossible to offer it to someone else. And she is still…
Thinking about you, my Mama
Today, I’m thankful for my beautiful mama… Bethel Farrington Myers Bethel, House of God All I saw were the loads of laundry and the nightly meal, I had no idea how strong you had to be to silently offer…
Verna’s Secret Joy
She lives alone in tiny, second-story rooms above a weather-beaten general store and now-defunct gas station that has seen better days. No one has used them for years. Verna has been a widow for forty years I learned one…