Provision
Oli
By Elizabeth Mathey |
Our first walk without you felt so aimless, and our hands empty without your leash in them. We still went around our loop with throats tight and misty eyes. We loved you for almost fourteen years. The sound of your clip-clapping claws on the hard-wood floor walking over to your water bowl is eerily missing…
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The Day I Searched, “Clothes for Moms with Muffin Tops”
By Elizabeth Mathey |
Most woman have a unique story of her journey with body image. Here is mine. I hope it gives you a laugh, and helps you know you are not alone. As an “early bloomer,” I started to feel uncomfortable with my body around age twelve. I was not happy about my developing curves and height.…
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Love Letters
By Elizabeth Mathey |
“Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart.” Psalm 37:4 Driving east on a moderately busy street, I could barely keep my eyes on the road ahead of me. I’m distracted, and I know it. I shouldn’t be because there’s a baby nestled in her carseat behind…
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The Dance of Prayer
By Elizabeth Mathey |
“Sun shines, clouds rain Train whistles blow and guitars play Preachers preach, farmers plow Wishes go up, and the world goes round And I love you It just come natural It just comes natural Seasons change, rivers wind Tumble weeds roll, and the stars shine Wind howls, dawn breaks Cowboys riding time slips…
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In Memory of Jack
By Elizabeth Mathey |
I chose to launch this writing project on April 14, my nephew Jack’s birthday. He would be 15 years old today. I do not know how age works in heaven, but since we are all youthful and healthy there, maybe he is still celebrating his 15th birthday there today. Jack lived a short, but full…
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“Do Not Despise the Small Beginnings”
By Elizabeth Mathey |
Crossing the threshold from the bathroom to the bedroom of our modest three-bedroom ranch-style home, I heard in my spirit, “I made you to write.” This was not the first time I had heard God speak to me so clearly and directly, and His words did not entirely surprise me. I had enjoyed journaling for…
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My Quiver of Arrows
By Elizabeth Mathey |
Have you ever shot an arrow from a bow? Maybe at summer camp you once had the opportunity to shoot at a target with one? My husband is an archery hunter and spends one month each year trying to kill an elk with one of these weapons. He enjoys the sport, but also does this…
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He Sings Over You
By Elizabeth Mathey |
My throat hurt and I was tired. It was mid afternoon as I carried my sleeping three- year-old daughter from her carseat into the house. Her eyes opened slightly and I told her she could go back to sleep on the couch. I was hoping she would so I could catch a short nap. We…
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About Me
I am a child of God, a wife to Seth, and a mother to James, Luke, and Eva. The Apostle Paul writes in his letter to the Corinthians, “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new” (2 Corinthians 5:17). I became a “new creation” at the age of 23 when I surrendered my life to Jesus and was delivered from a decade of depression. Read more...