On Sunday, I felt the trembling, electric surge of deep knowledge, my breath catching in my throat as I held Zoe’s hand—too thin, the bones too visible, the skin cold and wrinkling. I fumbled with Adam’s glucose meter, putting in a strip. I changed the lancet in the tester so that I could prick her […]
The Cloud has lifted, and God is on the move. He’s taking me somewhere new, and I’ve heard Him. Go. “Woe to me!” I cried. “I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people with unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the LORD Almighty.” […]
It’s funny how one word can mean such different things. In the afternoons, Adam learns to clean the house, my hand gesturing to a trash can he’s to empty or resting over his own, showing him the right way to hold a can of Scrubbing Bubbles. Right now, we focus on three jobs—emptying trash cans, […]
Sometimes at night, when darkness has settled outside, Zoe and I dream of glittering crowns. “Glittering’ is almost too dull a word. These crowns are other-worldy—piercing, as opposed to just shining; stunning in a way that we will feel instead of simply see. These crowns would make human beings shield their dimmed eyes, still dulled as we […]
“And a sword will pierce your own soul too.” ~Simeon (man “moved by the Holy Spirit”) to Mary (mother of the Savior of all mankind) the gospel of Luke, chapter 2, verse 35 She could not have known. Standing there, with her baby just over a month old, showing up as she was for obedience—Mary […]
“Your public speaking ability radiated your passion for Jesus. There was a true sense of comfort and peace as well as joy and truth.”
“Having Elysa speak for us has been such a blessing. She speaks with such a level and ease and comfort. It is like sitting across the kitchen table with your best girlfriend and a cup of coffee. Elysa has such an incredible passion for God’s Word and it is apparent as she speaks with great knowledge and understanding. We at Essex Village have had the pleasure of seeing God’s handiwork in Elysa throughout her life. She has allowed the Potter to mold her and make her His Workman.”
© 2026 —Elysa Henegar