Whenever I pick up The Bronze Bow, a beautiful novel by Elizabeth George Speare, another vital life lesson strikes home. I used to read it every year to my fifth grade class. And every year, I couldn’t make it through the whole book without breaking down into tears...
“I’ve prayed and prayed, and God doesn’t answer.” How many times have I heard that from frustrated people? I have voiced the same complaint. Faith and hope beckon to me with peaceful smiles on one side of an abyss while disappointment sighs and resentment scowls on...
My initiation into the world of sports began thirty-five years ago when my oldest son ventured into the world of t-ball. As each brother reached the grand old age of four, he joined the ranks of youth baseball teams. Sitting on uncomfortable bleachers was no...
The granddaughters had walked their baby dolls in the stroller, put together some puzzles, played catch with the giant ball, cooked dinner in their miniature kitchen, and scanned groceries into their cash register. Nona (me) was exhausted. The girls showed no signs of...
"Families aren't like that anymore." I've heard this comment repeatedly from my critique groups and beta readers of Sparkles from Silence as Debbie and her family pull together as a team. I understand what they mean, and their comment saddens me. What has changed?...
Have you ever seen a mouse cornered by a cat? credit to http://www.flickr.com/jenniferbarnard Aug. 20, 2007 Not by a dog. Rover sniffs and snuffles, overjoyed that he’s closing in on the prey. With a dog there’s still hope to use lightning speed for an escape. But a...
Babies are born. They suckle at the breast. They thrive on milk. Then they become toddlers. Toddlers want sweets. And hot dogs. They turn up their noses at spinach. They spit out filet mignon and inhale canned circles of spaghetti. Mothers panic over possible...
SUBMISSIONS I have spent December revising and polishing Sparkles from Silence because... I was working on deadline! Right after Thanksgiving, both an agent and an editor asked to see the complete manuscript. You can see why the novel took priority over every other...
SCENE 1 Imagine a lake -- woods growing close to the shore, rolling hills in the background. The scene is filled with shades of blues and greens in water, earth, and sky. A sailboat skims the surface creating ripples in its wake. Far below, gentle currents flow...
I am a warrior bride, a princess warrior bride, sprinkled with the blood of Christ. Under my Father’s protection, Satan cannot destroy me. In fact, he fears me! I hesitated to type those bold, seemingly arrogant words, but “Bride,” “Soldier of Christ,” and “Child of...
Two years ago, for my very first post on lindasammaritan.com, I published this blog topic. I believe it's worth repeating every once in a while. According to Irish myth, if you catch a leprechaun, he’ll regain his freedom by granting you three wishes. This universal...
A lot of my friends—at home, at church, on Facebook—have lost family and close friends recently. One lady has mourned the death of her son for over a decade. The hope of her child in heaven watching over her brings some comfort. Which is why we want to know the...
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