By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer My friend took this picture because she had to. Not because she likes spiders (she doesn’t), but because of the amazingly, intricate design patiently created by a small, faithful spinner – an orb-weaver. I’m not a spider fan either, but as part of God’s
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer Horses are gregarious by nature. They’d rather be with other horses than be alone. Regardless of their height, coloring, and disposition, they want to be part of the herd. So do most people. A couple of Sundays ago, our pastor challenged us with a
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer We all face storms. Hurricanes. Wildfires. Sick children. Disinterested spouses. Cutbacks at work. Yet in their song “Just Be Held,” contemporary Christian band, Casting Crowns, sings, “In the storm is where you’ll find Me.” Whoa – how can they say that? “They’ve never been
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer There may be fewer backyard barbecues and camping trips this Labor Day Weekend, because many people have transformed it into a Labor-of-Love Day Weekend, helping the devastated and displaced victims of Hurricane Harvey. Countless stories have made the news about neighbors helping neighbors, first
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer Authors are often asked how much of themselves they write into their characters. I’ve never been quite sure how much of an answer to give. A person typically writes from his or her heart, so naturally, pieces of that heart are floating around in
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer Millions of people across North America eagerly anticipated witnessing the great solar eclipse on August 21. Hopefully, they didn’t truly witness it – gazing in an unprotected manner and permanently damaging their eyes. Solar eclipses have fascinated people for thousands of years, creating fear
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer When my husband and I set out on the rodeo circuit (with our small children) people told us we were crazy. “Wait until your kids grow up,” they said. “How can you haul your children across the country like that?” they said. “What about
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer Before my husband and I were married, we endured a long-distance romance while each of us lived in a different state. Phone calls and letters were the highlight of my days. No texting or Facebook or Instagram. No instant messaging, Skype, or FaceTime. Just plain ol’
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer Dandelions remind me of a cowboy from my former life as a sixth-grade teacher. He was in my Ancient World History class and lined up each morning with the rest of the students. Except he wasn’t much like the rest of the students. In
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer “How are you holding up?” an acquaintance asked the other day. The answer came without consideration: “By holding on.” The phrase “holding up” insinuates personal stamina, strength, jaw-clenching determination. But “holding on” says something else entirely. It points to solidity outside myself. I don’t
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer How many discouraging words have you heard lately? Probably more than a few. Last week as my heart strings twanged from someone’s negative feedback, I was reminded of how powerful words are to hurt or heal. Immediately a line from the chorus of an
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer God’s word has a way of reaching our soul, touching specific notes that respond to His call. Even if we don’t speak Hebrew or Greek or the King’s English. Even if we live on the other side of the world from where His scriptures
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer Today is my youngest granddaughter’s birthday. It is also my mother’s. When girl-child number 3 was born, I felt an ancestral connection run through me that I’d not felt before. July 3 linked my granddaughter to my mother in a special way, with me
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer Every year my little patch of prickly pear cactus blooms with the most delicate yellow flowers—a flaring contradiction to the plant’s spiny pins growing in protective clusters. Overshadowing the cactus patch on its east side stands a magnificent Colorado blue spruce with its
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer Not until I had the photograph developed did I realize I’d caught the pattern. Look at the feet and legs, the arms, and the focus of attention in this father and son—my husband, Mike, and our son, Jake. At two years old, Jake