By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer If you follow posts on my Facebook profile, you may have picked up on my love affair with morning. Pre-dawn, in particular. There is something intimate about standing outside in the dark, watching the eastern horizon begin to glow—the light grow—as the wings
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer Transition – ugh. That space between one place and another. Like a portal or threshold between what was and what will be. Like dying. I once heard a preacher say that death itself didn’t bother him. It was the “getting dead” part he
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer When we bump up against life’s fences, do we greet them with acceptance, or do we cry out at their hindrance and resent their delays? Sometimes those fences are raised for our comfort or protection. Without boundaries, bridge-walkers could fall, cattle would stray,
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer As spring approaches, I’m inclined to envy what I see happening in nature around me. Can people regenerate like the flowers and trees in their yards? I believe the answer is yes, and these three steps can help: * Forget about New Year’s
My guest today is Dianne Neal Matthews, multi-published devotional author. Dianne’s inspirational words last week on the Christian Authors Network prayer link were such a blessing I asked her to share them with you, my readers, today. You’d think that anyone who writes daily devotionals begins
Comment to enter my #giveaway! When I was a young summer bride, newly arrived in Colorado with my cowboy, our first home was in Greely—feedlot capital of the world. Locals called the beefy fragrance permeating the shady streets and college campus “the smell of money.” But it
Our dear friends, Mark and Lynne Schricker, took my husband and me on a picnic-lunch tour of true Cowboy Country last week – the country of my heart and the country that serves as the setting for my recent book, Branding the Wrangler’s Heart. Hop in the
“Trusting God with her eternal soul had been easy for Livvy. She had been raised to take Him at His word, and she believed what He said about salvation. It all made sense to her—God’s gift of love and salvation in Jesus. But trusting Him with her
“Blot out my transgressions” is printed in blue ink on the back cover of my new book, Branding the Wrangler’s Heart. That phrase is from Psalm 51:1,2 and it undergirds one important question in the book: Will Livvy forgive Whit for how he treated her in the
From the tracks in the snow this winter, I figured we had a good-sized jackrabbit. Either that or a kangaroo. But it wasn’t until the last 8-inch “dusting” we received that I actually saw the critter. Looking out the kitchen window, I spotted a new stump in