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
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer If you tuned in Sunday afternoon for the NFL playoff game between the Denver Broncos and the New England Patriots, toward the end of the game you saw a perfect example of the difference between POWER and AUTHORITY. After a Bronco missed catching
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer I’ve always liked the story of Jesus talking to the Samaritan woman in Sychar, because it shows how important individuals are to Him. He’d stopped to rest by a well in the middle of a hot, dry day on his way north, and
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer My front door wasn’t doing its job. At first, I couldn’t get it open without a crow bar (slight exaggeration). A few weeks later, it wouldn’t lock. (No exaggeration.) I jammed a chair under the doorknob at night as an extra precaution. One
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer A couple thousand years ago, an innocent Jewish girl had expectations for her future—just like all her friends. She’d met a nice guy, an honorable Jewish man who had plans. In fact, those plans were set in motion. Promises were made. Today we
@davalynnspencer Author Paula Moldenhauer is my guest today, sharing about the “Christmas miracle” release of her devotional book, Soul Scents: Awaken, the first in a four-part series. Her book is free today on Amazon for Kindle and would make a lovely Christmas gift for someone looking to
by Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer We have St. Francis of Assisi to thank for our modern Christmas imagery. Nearly 800 years ago near Greccio, Francis staged a living nativity scene to draw attention to the birth of Christ and away from the secular materialism of the day. He
Remember when Christmas was simple? You were probably a kid. Music. Pine trees. Frosted sugar cookies. Adults tend to complicate things. Parties. Pre-lit trees. Maxed-out credit cards. Sometimes in our attempt to simplify, we say no to all things Christmas. We go overboard and throw the baby
It’s usually the little things in life that make a big impression, change our direction, or impact us the most. This Thanksgiving, don’t forget those little things. Consider them to be as important as salt and pepper on the dinner table, cinnamon in the pumpkin pie, and
Strength and rest – contradictory concepts. Rest is sedentary. Strength is active, right? Not necessarily. Ever hear the cliché, “quiet strength”? Maybe there’s more to it than meets the English-teacher’s eye. I found an unlikely connection in the story of Moses. He begged God to go with