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I’m Kathy, a contributing author of Jesus Talked to Me Today and Pathways—Moments With God, and I love writing and sharing my devotionals.

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Not only am I passionate about Bible reading and prayer, I also have a fondness for buckets. That’s because a bucket reminds me of my need for time alone with God and my thirst for his soul-replenishing words.

How does a bucket do that?



When our children were young we lived on a property with a spring that went dry from six to eight weeks every summer. We had to store water in buckets to use for cooking spaghetti, cleaning sticky fingers, and flushing toilets.

Thankfully, when our buckets were empty we didn’t have to go far to refill them. We piled the buckets and the kids into the van and headed to a friends’ house five miles away.

Once every bucket was full we took turns bathing. I never appreciated water so much as I did during those long, dry summers.

My soul thirsts for God

During those same years, while my family slept, I would tip-toe over the linoleum, slip outside and close the front door behind me. With each step away from the house I felt a lightening of my load, like rocks dropping out of a heavy backpack.

So sweet were my times alone with God that I would talk to him out loud, confident that he heard, understood and accepted me. Afterwards, I returned ready for whatever the day might bring.

But when I neglected moments like these, the stresses of life were harder to endure. I became angry more often, was less kind, and generally felt my inner peace withering like a dried leaf.

It was remarkable how missing time with God affected me, times when my bucket was near empty, down to its dregs. I was left with little for my own needs – or anyone else’s.



Keeping my bucket full

Smart cookie that I am, I soon learned to make sure my bucket never went dry. I don’t want to live on dregs. Now, before going to bed, I open my Bible and spend time in prayer, filling my mind and my soul with God and his truths.

Jesus said,

Whoever believes in me, as the Scripture has said, ‘Out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.’”

John 7:38 ESV


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In my posts you’ll find interesting devotionals with real life stories, scriptural insights, and reminders of God’s promises. Once in a while I comment on Bible reading in general or give updates about my other writing projects.

I won’t preach. Rather, I share what I have in my bucket. And I do my best to keep it full so there’s always enough.


The end of the bucket story?  After a couple summers of hauling water, we got a new well. Yea!

The Joy of Coming Home – 1 Thessalonians 4:17-18

Do the emotional videos of soldiers returning from their deployments and greeting their children tug at your heart like they do mine? I’m a glutton for happy endings.

The little girl screams, “Daddy!” and in seconds she is launching into his arms. I have watched dozens of stories like this, wiping tears from my face in wonder at a family’s joy.

They make me think of the ultimate reunion we can experience for ourselves, when Jesus comes to take us home.

Many years ago I watched my Grandma Kocher rub a dot of hair dressing in her hands and spread it through her long, thin hair. She pressed the side combs in behind her ears, making her hair puff slightly. She proceeded to braid it all the way down to her elbows, wind it into a bun, and pin it at the back of her head.

I could never figure out how those skinny hairpins could make her braids stay put all day.

For as long as I can remember, she never wore her hair another way, except when she was working in the strawberry fields or stirring jam over a hot cookstove. That kind of labor warranted she cover it with a knotted scarf, tucking the corners at her forehead.

After enjoying Grandma’s steaming chicken and dumplings and a bowl of her home-canned peaches, and yes, warm jam on freshly baked bread, we patted our stomachs and moved to the living room. One of the stories I could anticipate hearing was about how she received comfort regarding the future of her children.

She started her story by explaining it was more real than a daydream, that it certainly had to have been a vision. She slid her glasses up the bridge of her nose, lowered her cheek into the palm of her hand, and looked past us to re-play what she’d seen.

Grandma had worked hard to support her family during Grandpa’s illness and death. Two of their sons were fighting in WWII, and there were still children at home to raise. She worried about them as they reached adulthood and left home, going their separate ways.

One day, while Grandma was praying, she saw herself leaving her mortal life and rising up to heaven. She felt incredible joy and anticipation about her coming arrival, but then remembered her children. She wasn’t sure they would all join her there.

She always stopped her story at this point to explain that she didn’t know if Jesus told her to look below her, or she just did it. Maybe she thought it remarkable that she could take her eyes off her incredible destination. At any rate, she felt compelled to look down.

With her eyes sparkling, she pointed to the floor around her feet and said, “. . . and there were my children all around me, going up with me.”

Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord. Therefore encourage one another with these words.

1 Thessalonians 4:17-18 ESV

The person who posted the soldier reunion video warned that it was a tearjerker. I’d already watched it a couple times, but it touched me to the core again. All I could think of was how I will greet my heavenly Father when I see him in heaven. Like her, I just might let loose with an exuberant “Daddy!”

Kathy Sheldon Davis

Note: the artwork in this post is a commissioned piece created by my son, Joshua Davis, which depicts our family camping trips when you’ll find me in my old red jacket. I’m not planning to wear it when I meet Jesus, but, as Grandma would say, we shall see about that.

My interview on the Story Night podcast is live!

Yes, the podcast is live! Listen to my life story as told in my unpublished book, Memoir of a Living Doll, for which I placed as a finalist for the Oregon Christian Writers Cascade award.

I want to encourage you to take the next step in opening up your life of faith, like I did.

Start sharing the things you’ve been through and what you learned along the way, and you’ll open up new ideas, generate a clearer perspective, and even prompt a course change in you – or in someone else.

That’s why I shared part of my story in this interview.


“Kathy, a guest author at CalvaryMac’s Christian Writing Group, shares her story in a unique way . . . by describing the dolls she owned throughout her life and what God taught her in each season. 

“The lessons prepared her for everything from a trip to India to a calling to foster care.” – Jessica Campbell, Women’s Ministry Director at CalvaryMac Church