By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer I love aspen trees. They are beautiful all through the year, regardless of the season. Winter: Raising bare white limbs against deep pine-green forests Spring: Bursting with fuzzy catkins reminiscent of pussy willows Summer: Quaking their full, leafy branches in the slightest breeze
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer An out-of-state friend messaged me during last week’s deadly tornadoes in Oklahoma, Texas, and elsewhere. “Storms again tonight, with tornado warnings.” The message continued, mentioning rolling thunder and how the sky was lighting up. And then the most surprising statement came: “God’s plan
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer I stopped by the spring flower display at the local grocery store and breathed deeply. Such perfume! How could I resist? Living bulbs would bloom year after year in my yard, right? But for the next several days, I could enjoy them on
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer Colorado weather is such a great life metaphor: Be ready for a surprise! On Friday my apple and pear trees were in bountiful bloom and by Saturday they were drenched in snow. However, the world didn’t stop spinning. Life doesn’t just “go on,”
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer Winds along Colorado’s Front Range this spring have been stronger than ever. We’ve been pummeled by shuddering gusts that rattle windows and awnings and send wind chimes, lawn chairs, and trash cans flying. Yet in the most brutal moments, I’ve found comfort in
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer I love my own homemade coffee. In fact, I love it so much that I get it as close to “cowboy coffee” as I can with an antique enamel pot that perks the brew atop my stove. It’s the real deal. Add canned
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer Imagine – the day after dawn changed everything. Light revealed the emptiness left behind when Life got up and walked out of the tomb. He does that, Jesus. He does the unexpected. Even though He told His friends (and enemies) that He wouldn’t
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer If you didn’t know by now, March is Women’s History Month. I’m guessing that’s the reason someone left this button in my inbox in the teacher’s lounge at the college. It makes me laugh every time I notice it on my “inspiration” tack
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer My friend Jill is a name dropper. She raises Nigerian Dwarf Goats on her Kentucky farm, Sinai Thunder, and she drops a blessing on each animal born on the farm. As animal breeders do, Jill gives each kid a name that refers back
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer A few weeks ago I wrote about the “quiet miracle” of Jesus turning water into wine at a friend’s wedding. No fanfare. Just a simple act witnessed by a few obedient servants. This week, perhaps for the hundredth time, I read about the
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer Tomorrow’s the big day—the release of The Cowboy’s Bride, Barbour Publishing’s collection of nine Western romances. One of those romances is mine, “The Wrangler’s Woman.” This may be my favorite story of all that I’ve written. I enjoyed the family dynamics, the longing
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer The clock radio by my bed is tuned to a “light praise” station, and it kicks on each morning at 5:30. Sometimes I get up, and sometimes I just lie there and listen, letting the words and melodies wash over my soul. It’s
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer Valentine’s Day is over. Roses are half-off. Chocolate hearts have been replaced with chocolate bunnies. But each day the Lord pours His unfailing love upon me. And through each night I sing His songs. Psalm 42:8 God’s love never runs out, dries up,
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer February is the love month and romance is in the air – especially if you watch the Hallmark channel, and I do. Frequently. I enjoy happy endings. That is a big part of why I write romance, both historical and contemporary. Happy endings
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer Sometimes we feel forgotten. Overlooked. Unappreciated. Lost. But we’re not. “Are not five sparrows sold for two copper coins? Yet not one of them has [ever] been forgotten in the presence of God. … Do not be afraid; you are far more valuable