Melinda’s Blog

As Resurrection Sunday approached, I began asking the Lord what to share with you. I’m away at the Mt. Hermon writer’s conference, deep in the redwood forests of California, and this is the story God whispered to my heart—from over thirty-five years ago. My...

Don’t you love a good love story? When we meet a couple, we are curious about the life and relationships that person treasures. Married? What’s your love story—how did you meet? How did you end up here doing what you’re doing? How did Christ woo you to become His own?...

Hello Friends, Perhaps you know the joys of having a dog. We have two chocolate labs—one 5 years old and one 8 months old. Truffles has been my faithful walking companion through many seasons. Sure, she went through her let me take the lead stage. But she has settled...

Hello Book Lovers! Here’s a story I think you can appreciate. I was buying an audible book, Humble Roots. (If you want to know—it’s a great book). I pressed purchase then double clicked. Since I’m a frequent buyer, I have my phone set up to recognize me. Click,...

The calm wrapped around me like a blanket that Christmas morning over forty years ago. Our hundred-year-old home, decorated in holly and white twinkling lights, held a freshness it didn’t have before. Mom lit a candle on the coffee table—face glowing with her new...

Here is a true story I stumbled upon a few weeks ago, and I’ve received permission to share it with you. At the store, I talked to a checker I’ve known for years. As she rang up our family’s groceries, she shared a story from her life that I’d never heard. In her...

Never in my life had I wanted a flashlight . . . until. Well, let me explain. Flashlights give me headaches. One flash in the wrong direction and I’m seeing spots and then get an instant headache. If I avoid them, I’m fine. Besides, they are rarely where I need them...

As parents we’ve all heard these words. Maybe on the way to a new park or a friend’s house, or maybe on vacation. We were on a road trip just last week from our home in Oregon to Silverwood, in Idaho, when we heard these words. With three hours behind us and five...

One sunny day our youngest son and I were driving north on a backroad to town. “Caleb,” I said, “look at the mountain!” I stared in awe at Mount Hood in front of me, glistening white with entrenched, blue shadows. “Where, Mom? Do you mean the sawdust pile?” His eight...