"Lament is a cry of belief in a good God, a God who has His ear to our hearts, a God who transfigures the ugly into beauty." Ann Voskamp,...

Friendship Soup By Elisa Morgan It was a Monday I think. An appointment made on the calendar one month prior. A monthly meeting. Because...

Christmas Isn't Over By Elisa Morgan Is your tree still up? Your lights still a twinkling? The carols still a playing? This is the week...

Christmas Changes Everything By Elisa Morgan When did Christmas become Christmas to you? When did it become more than Santa and stockings...

Bridle Bouquet By Elisa Morgan My dogs whined and paced at the back deck door, alerting me that someone - or something - was approaching...

The Bridge By Elisa Morgan Distant. Remote. Far away. Abandoned. Alone. There are times when I feel far away from God. A chasm of...

Surround Sound By Elisa Morgan It was a normal Saturday evening at church. We stood and sang and sat and listened and stood to sing...

Long Live the Book Readers! By Elisa Morgan People who read books live longer than people who don't. It's true! A recent study by Yale...

A Door Ajar By Elisa Morgan There it stands: a door ajar. It's open, but not. It's closed, but not. I push to open it, testing the...

Shame-Less By Elisa Morgan Many of us - most of us? - are well-acquainted with shame. We wear shame as our second skin. It's the...

Twenty years ago, in 1996, I wrote an essay in a little book entitled Mom to Mom: Confessions of a Mother Inferior. Today it is as true...

As we walk through Holy Week, consider the action of this woman who loved extravagently ... Elisa Live Loved By Elisa Morgan While he was...

Back and forth, my neck pivoted to follow the artist above. She swung and released, twirled and caught, arched and repeated, time after...

One year ago we began the adventure of this blog, "Really." Thanks for journeying with us in 2015 and now into 2016! We are repeating our...

Christmas is supposed to be one of those lovely seasons - right? Except when it's not. Except when it's broken. Here we are, just a few...

One morning I pulled back the covers, shook the previous night's melatonin from my mind, and padded toward coffee. I headed to my...

In our family, I’ve been partial to the Thanksgiving craft of hand-made turkeys. You know, where you trace your around your hand on a...

I would never want to lose one baby to gain another. No way. And yet, this week I'm wondering about how loss can enlarge our capacity to...

In my most stripped down, honest moments I realize that I rarely really believe God's pronouncement of "good" over me. More quickly I...

Hesitantly, I approached the mirror that stretched across our bathroom vanity. It was a season of unexpected learning. At sixty years of...