Author: Kathy Sheldon Davis
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How Not to Prepare for a Writers Conference
Some of the most embarrassing moments of my life came as we followed our pastor through airports on our mission trip, carrying and dragging our bags of dumb, unnecessary stuff. Pastor Jon clipped along with his rolling carry-on containing an extra pair of shoes, a change of clothes, his Bible, a jacket, and his shaving kit. He even had…
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Sheltering a Lost Soul – Psalm 68:5-6
Our foster parenting caseworker at DHS, working after-hours, sat at a large corner desk while a small boy played at her feet. The drive to Corvallis had taken me longer than expected, and when she introduced me to our new foster child, he looked at me with quiet, sad eyes. What had he seen unfold…
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My Family is a Mess – Luke 11:27-28
We played at the park last weekend, after a memorial celebration honoring one of our family members who passed on. It wasn’t overly solemn, nor did the rifts between us show themselves much. After enjoying the potluck meal, Jerry and I headed to the playground with our grandchildren and grand-nephews. Our son-the-father-of-several gave his dad an…
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Don’t Quit – We Can do This
I felt a little guilty when I walked out of the Westmoreland Medical Clinic for the last time. In the parking lot I stifled my spreading grin, and after shutting the car door I unleashed a giggle. I was free! Until that spring, I had no interest in reading or writing fiction. I wanted to stick with the Bible,…
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Perfection, and Not – Ephesians 2:4-7
Real children don’t always behave well, not like the cherished doll that adorned my bed. Real children come to us bringing messes, noises, and cries of protest. Not Priscilla. I bought her at a church bazaar with my babysitting money, after years of yearning for one of Mrs. Dillon’s dolls. Priscilla’s job was to spend the day exactly as…
