Tag: Elizabeth Musser
Letters to the Lord: Savoring the Season
Merry, Merry Christmas, my dear readers! As I reflect on this beautiful season, I’m so thankful for you! I say it often, but it’s true. We authors would not have a job without you. So thank you for taking the time out of your busy lives to read the words I write. I pray that y’all are having a beautiful Advent season, anticipating our … Read More Letters to the Lord: Savoring the Season
Letters to the Lord: Thanksgiving Bitter and Sweet
Lord, You know that I went into the Thanksgiving week with a good bit of tears. Both of our boys and their wives were spending the holiday with their in-laws and my mind was filled with last year’s memories when the whole Goldsmith crew was together in Atlanta. It was such a happy, hopeful time, with Daddy having finished his radiation treatment and everyone … Read More Letters to the Lord: Thanksgiving Bitter and Sweet
Letters to the Lord: You Know Better
“Don’t wear yourself out to get rich; because you know better, stop!” Proverbs 23: 4 Ugh, Lord. Just ugh. Your Word got me right in the gut. And I couldn’t ignore it because I’d stopped and prayed before I opened my Bible for my heart to be tender to what I read this morning in Proverbs, Jeremiah, and Ephesians. And as so often happens, … Read More Letters to the Lord: You Know Better
Letters to the Lord: A Virtual Tour of the Writing Chalet
Here’s the link for the Facebook Live Video of the virtual tour. Enjoy!
Letters to the Lord: Quit While You’re Ahead
During the coronavirus pandemic, I’ve been deeply moved by so many random acts of kindness around the world, from a neighbor singing “Happy Birthday” to the 94-year-old who is home alone to John Krasinski throwing a prom for the class of 2020. So many different ways people are pitching in to help make this crazy time bearable. And each Friday night, Andrew Lloyd Weber … Read More Letters to the Lord: Quit While You’re Ahead
Letters to the Lord: War Within My Soul
She came on a day already rife with paradox: ~the first day of spring; the next day of a seemingly never ending lockdown because of coronavirus ~the beauty of our yard, all yellows and whites and purples as forsythia and daffodils and hyacinths are in full bloom; the lingering grief as we remember this day, the 4th anniversary of my mother’s homegoing. And her … Read More Letters to the Lord: War Within My Soul
Elizabeth Musser 