Solace in Solitude


It’s been quiet and lonely around here.

I lost every subscriber friend who followed along on this site, and every precious comment each of you made, when I switched to WordPress a year ago, as well as some motivation for writing publicly I confess. It saddens me a bit, but also seems very fitting with the feel of this past year. God has taken me through a year of quiet solitude, and stripping away.

I stepped into this winter season of life as we prepared for a big move. It was the first time throughout the past 14 years that I was not attending or serving in this women’s Bible study. Life’s trials have seemed harder without it! A few months ago we made our new home in a new city, and a new state, where I don’t know a soul, aside from my husband and kids. Our homeschooling adventure came to an end this year as well, leaving me at a slight loss of direction. I’ve had kids schooling at home with me for the last 11 years; different sons at different times for different reasons, but this year the reasons all lined up with school outside of our home.

I sat in my living room a few mornings ago alone, not knowing what to do with my time. Such a foreign moment for this Momma of 6 boys. Quiet and lonely.

As the 2016 New Year began I had posted that I wanted the theme of my year to be “simplicity”. Of course when I wrote that I was thinking simplicity; easy, not simplicity; empty. Emptiness is a cold season when hope and devotion are tested… tried…  but, when we draw near to Him, strengthened. Have you been there?

“Draw near to God, and He will draw near to you.” James 4:8a

“The Lord is near to all who call on Him, to all who call on Him in truth.” Psalm 145:18

He hears. He knows. He strips away to make room for more of Him. I’ve started another study of the book of Job recently and I’ve been encouraged by Job’s story as a picture of finding HOPE when life feels empty. Hope found only in Jesus. It’s beginning to feel like Spring, and I’m motivated to write again…

Counter Pressure



She handed me this card on my way out of Bible study. I had found the courage to share with our group that night that suffering hearing loss was hard, extremely hard, but I was confident that there was purpose in it, great purpose. It’s something God has been showing me through the years. Trials press in on every one of us. Some days, some months, some years press harder than others, and in our weakest moments we may question why there must be suffering. Why does God allow this? Why must we take these hard-pressed journeys? But one thing I know; Of one truth I am absolutely certain… God is good. Always. So when this life presses in on me, I remember: “We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed...” (2Cor 4:8)

We are Jars of Clay.

I took an art class long ago and learned the most basic of pottery.  But I loved to watch the more gifted artists work at the potter’s wheel, forming beautiful jars of clay. The precision and devotion encouraged me. The end result amazed me. The entire process of forming each masterpiece required the master’s hand to apply pressure both from without, and from within. Without pressure on both sides, the entire jar collapsed; crushed. Imagine walking through this hard-pressed life without the Holy Spirit living inside of us. He keeps us from being crushed by the pressures of this world. “But we have this treasure in jars of clay…” (2Cor 4:7)

God’s Holy Spirit inside of us gently presses against the trials, firmly holds us up against the suffering, applies counter-pressure, and in the process forms a beautiful work of art; a vessel in His image. Suffering transforms us. Great purpose.


“But now, O LORD, you are our Father;
we are the clay, and you are our potter;
we are all the work of your hand.” Isaiah 64:8pottery

We will only regret that we did not suffer more.

Shared form my heart~ Stacy

In God’s Hands

It shows itself at such unexpected times, this matter of trauma. When life is good, and we are happy, laughing, talking about all of life’s hopes and possibilities, suddenly tears stream down his face and he asks, “Why did I get this life? Why didn’t I die?”


Sometimes I forget how close to the surface those thoughts will always be for him. Experiencing starvation, and orphaned by disease, those traumas never completely fade. I wish I had all the answers for him when he wrestles with this mixture of gain and loss.

I hold him close and whisper, “It wasn’t your time, Sweetheart. All the days ordained for you were written in God’s book before one of them came to be.(Psalm 139:16) He has plans for your life. Plans to give you hope and a future. (Jeremiah 29:11)”

He wonders aloud what his life’s purpose will be, and I remind him, “There is plenty of time.”, and I thank God for every ounce of time that He has granted me, to be these sweet boys’ Momma.

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Time is in God’s hands.


You Say Goodbye, I Say Hello.

Goodbye blessed Christmas. Hello exciting New Year.

96bd818d-525f-4e17-a5b9-360e23220b71I’ve been blogging since 2008, which I suppose makes me old in blog years. The posts may be fewer, as life is fuller, but this site is still my joy, so I continue to share my heart into the next year. 2016… welcome! After the fullness of the year behind, may simplicity be your theme.

Happy New Year All!

Shared form my heart~ Stacy

Be Anxious For Nothing

Not because my life is easy, but because my savior is good. 

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There is a sweet settled peace that keeps my heart steady. Another move ahead, and so much to do. A million plans to be made, and boxes of memories to pack away.

But first things first… Refreshment from God’s Word. He always knows exactly how to calm my fears and erase my worries.