Here at Willowdale Women, we’ve had a number of writers share over the years how relationship, friendship and advice from others who have walked the path before them have taught and encouraged them.
Abide in Me: The Vine Still Holds
A Prayer of Corporate Confession
Be Where Your Feet Are
When God looks at you, He sees…
How the Beauty of Creation Calls Out God’s Redemptive Hope
Helping vs. Enabling
I have a sweet memory of one of my toddlers waddling over to me, putting their hands up and saying, “Hold you.” This melted my heart as I willingly bent over to pick him up. If my 3-year-old granddaughter is trying to pick up a suitcase that weighs more than she does and she turns to me and says, “Help me,” it puts a smile on my face. She doesn’t really want my help, she needs me to do it. It is beyond her capabilities.
Mountain of Joy
Making the ascent to the top of Panoramic Point in Kings Canyon National Park is a beautiful experience. The San Joaquin Valley and its acres and acres of almond, citrus and olive groves gradually give way to the rolling, golden foothills of the Sierra Nevada Range; it is an elevating experience in contrasting vegetation.
A Prayer for the One Ashamed of Her Bank Account
Jehovah Jireh—the God who provides, You know. Maybe she can keep it a secret from some. From her parents, her friends, her children, her pastor. Her husband, even. Maybe she can bury the credit cards in the bottom of her wallet. Stash her passwords in a place no one looks. Keep the lights on and the water running and the table set.
God Invites Us to Take a Seat
God’s Faithfulness in the Rough Waters
Forrest Frank’s Lemonade
Using Your Gifts for God’s Glory
Running On Empty
I went out to my car to drive to preschool drop off and then work. I entered the car, pressed the start button, and hear, “chu chu chu.” That’s strange. I tried again. “Chu chu chu.” Seriously?! I have places to be! Come on God, help me out here! Never mind, I’ll figure this out on my own. Maybe I need a jump?
Looking for America
Finding Spiritual Direction
Why I Don’t Say “Quiet Time” Anymore
Shall We Gather at the River
Wisdom From Songbirds
Out my kitchen window lies a beautiful meadow and a pond. It is quite peaceful to look upon, but it is rarely quiet. Geese fly in and out, honking loudly. Predator birds are mobbed by screeching smaller birds. As I write, a rooster crows far in the distance. Mourning doves coo softly and songbirds trill, whistle and cheep.
