By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer Often on a summer afternoon, a verse from the Song of Solomon replays around my Colorado home. Gray clouds gather over the mountains, then roll down into the valley with thunderous roars and streaks of lightning. And twenty minutes later, “… the rains
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer My dad taught me how to drive a tractor and a nail. He taught me how to start a motherless calf on a bucket by using my fingers, how to set irrigation pipe in the hot San Joaquin Valley sun, and how to
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer On Saturday, I took my three-year-old granddaughter’s birthday pictures and I learned something very important from her—other than the fact that Biderman is her best friend and Yucky Charms are her favorite cereal. I learned that no matter what you’re doing, whatever the
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer Sometimes we miss what’s right under our nose. Or above our nose, as the case may be. We take for granted what we are used to seeing and then we no longer see it. At least I know this happens to me. I
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer Memorial Day signals the changing of the seasons and the beginning of summer for many Americans. Who wants to wait another four weeks? We’d rather start thinking about vacations, the end of school, and what to throw on the grill. Here in Colorado
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer My columbines are beginning to bloom—perfect timing for the June 1 release of Barbour’s complete print collection of The 12 Brides of Summer which contains my novella, “The Columbine Bride.” To celebrate, the authors are sponsoring a Goodreads giveaway of six copies, each
… Adam and Eve heard God walking in the garden and they hid because guilt from their disobedience pressed them into hiding. By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer God took care of their guilt and disobedience, and we also benefit from His plan through Christ. However, today I want
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