Melinda Poling
Immersing Ourselves in Light
Hi, I’m Melinda.
I’m a mom, a wife, a friend.
You and I profoundly affect the lives around us with every choice we make.
Have you ever wanted someone to hold the candle of hope to your path? I’m here to cheer you on as you engage with your people, have courageous conversations, and wait for fruit to develop.
I write to encourage moms on their journey as daughters of the King, as wives, and as mothers. And I write stories for their children so they can experience the light of Christ and appreciate the vivid colors of our Creator and His creation.
I help moms find light, joy, and truth in every corner of life.
~ Melinda Poling ~
I write to encourage the mom who doesn’t have it all figured out—and who, like me, seeks relationship more than formula.
~ Melinda Poling ~
Recent Articles
If You Ask
Repeatedly our teenage sons said, “Caleb needs to quit the binky.” Perhaps they were right, but I wasn’t ready. Caleb, soon to be three, was our rough and tough, all boy, happy-go-lucky guy. He also held the record of being our first ever binky baby. So much so, that...
3 Steps To Living Un-Confined
It’s January. The holidays are over, company is gone, and my house needs a freshness. I pondered this in the store while considering the six-inch pots filled with vibrant green foliage in my hands. Two little life-giving fresh air producers. Once home, I looked over...
Sap for Our Soul
A dear friend of mine is from Norway, where her family owns a 500 year old homestead. The history of how the home was crafted gives me great pause. In anticipation of building a home that would survive great storms, my friend’s great, great, great grandfather...
Beth Turns 7
The reason I have long, thick, wavy, brown hair to brush and beautify each day is because God gave me a little girl! The reason I have a friend to visit with while I fold laundry, clean the bathroom, and water the flowers is because God gave me a little girl! The...
Beyond What I Could Ask or Think
“It was a bad bleed.” The doctor sitting in front of us was describing my 54 year old father, who had just suffered a stroke. “Because it was hours before they found him to get medical help, his prospect for surviving is 50-50. But, his ability to function, if he...
Streams of Life
Our journey begins, you and I, on a lazy raft drifting down stream. We bask in the sun of our young new love--just you and I. Storms come and we huddle together to stay warm. You offer me your coat and I sport the umbrella. We are courageous and the torrent is as...






