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July 6, 2025
Drunk on Despair and Desperation
Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
“For the Lord is the God of knowledge,
and by Him actions are weighed.”
1 Samuel 2:3 NKJV
The first time I saw this quote I wanted to know who made such an insightful observation.
Then I learned it was a SAHM who went from sad to glad because she had turned to the One who could make a difference in her life.
A woman named Hannah spoke these words, but they were not her first that were recorded.
She first said something like this:
Oh God, please help me. My heart is breaking. Please hear me. Only You can help me. Oh God, please, “out of the abundance of my complaint and grief” I am crying out to You.
She was so distraught that the pastor at her church thought she was drunk.
Yes, she was drunk. She was drunk on despair and desperation, so she went to the only One who could help.
And He did.
These words come from a prayer of thanks and they can be found in I Samuel 2:3. The entire chapter is an amazing story, but I encourage you to read chapter 1 as well so you get the whole picture.
Hannah learned that God knew her and her heart—really knew her—and that He also saw her actions and considered them. This phrase was perhaps a precursor to “a tree is known by its fruits” and “you will reap what you sow.”
For those of you who don’t know what a SAHM is, it’s a stay-at-home-mom. Hannah wasn’t a SAHM in chapter 1 but she was in chapter 2.
Some of the best teaching in the world has come from mothers, whether they are SAHMs or those who also work jobs outside the home. Their hands are as full as their hearts, and their prayers ring in the courts of heaven.
Thank God if you have a praying Mama, and petition God’s mercy upon her if she isn’t. If you are the Mama now, bend your heart and knees on behalf of those who look to you, and cover them with the Lord’s canopy of grace.
For you can be certain that “the Lord is the God of knowledge.” He knows what you do, He sees you, and He cares.
~
Drunk on despair and desperation.
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Etta set her teacup and saucer aside and unfolded the thin paper the pastor had given her. Uneven script, almost juvenile in its lack of refinement, covered the sheet. At her glance, Pastor Fillmore nodded, then rested against the chair back with his coffee in hand, prepared to wait for her perusal.
Lockton, Colorado, October 1879
Dere Pastor Fillmore,
I hope this letter finds you and your wife well since me and Gracie and Ruth left. Ruth went to heaven some three years past. Gracie fares well as does the small congrugation I serve temporary being the sherif and all but my heart grows weary to bear my burdens alone. Would there be a kind and helpful mother-type woman in your church willing to come to Colorado and help me? Like the mail order brides who join other men here at the Rocky Mountains.
God bless you for your help. Please write back to Gracie and send to the general store.
Sherif Bern Stidham
The pastor’s eyes clearly danced in anticipation of Etta’s opinion.
She accommodated him. “This does not read like a letter penned by any man, whether educated clergyman or desperate sheriff.” ~Mail-Order Misfire
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June 15, 2025
Letting God Heal Your Heart
Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
Please welcome friend and fellow author Susan G. Mathis as she shares about God’s healing after loss in her new book, Madison’s Mission.
“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”
Psalm 147:3 (NIV)
Grief has a way of making us feel like we’re walking through life with shattered glass in our chest. The heartache of loss doesn’t just hurt—it changes us. It can make us afraid to feel again, to love again, or to hope again. In Madison’s Mission, Madison knows this kind of pain intimately. After losing her family in Ireland and then her beloved aunt, she feels as though there’s little left of her heart to give. Now she serves as a lady’s maid to the ailing Mrs. Boldt, and the thought of another loss terrifies her. She’s built walls around her emotions, especially when it comes to Emmett, a kind and steady presence who longs to be close to her.
But Madison’s story reminds us of a deeper truth: God is not finished with us in our sorrow. In fact, it’s often in our brokenness that His healing begins. God meets us in the middle of our pain.
Psalm 34:18 tells us, “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” He doesn’t wait for us to be “over it.” He doesn’t rush us through grief or demand a timeline for healing. He meets us right in the midst of it—with compassion, patience, and love.
Like Madison, we may feel that trusting again is too dangerous, too risky. But God gently reminds us that He is a safe place for our sorrow. We don’t have to hide our pain from Him.
After deep loss, fear can take root. Fear of losing again. Fear of hoping again. Fear of being vulnerable. But fear is not from God. “For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.” – 2 Timothy 1:7
Healing starts when we stop letting fear write the story and start letting God do what only He can—restore, renew, and rebuild our hearts. For Madison, that means slowly learning to let others in, to risk love, and to believe that not every story ends in loss. Sometimes the very thing we resist is what God uses to bring healing. Emmett is patient with Madison. He doesn’t push, but he doesn’t walk away either. And little by little, she learns that not every close relationship leads to heartbreak—that God can use human kindness to stitch together the torn places in our hearts.
Whether it’s a friend, a family member, or a gentle stranger, God often sends people into our lives to reflect His love when we need it most. Romans 15:13 offers a prayer we can all cling to in times of sorrow: “May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.”
Hope doesn’t mean forgetting. It doesn’t mean pretending the pain didn’t happen. It means trusting that God still has a future for us. That He is writing a story we can’t yet see—and it’s full of grace. Loss may shape our hearts, but it doesn’t have to define them. Like Madison, you may be walking a road of grief—but you are not walking it alone. God is with you, and His healing is already at work.
Letting God heal
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Step into the captivating world of Boldt Castle in 1903, where dreams are forged in the fires of adversity and love.
Madison Murray, the devoted maid to the legendary Louise Boldt, harbors a singular mission—to care for her ailing mistress while hiding her own painful past. Her life takes an unexpected turn when she meets Emmett O’Connor, the distinguished foreman overseeing Boldt Castle’s extravagant construction. Their connection sparks with promise, yet the chasm of class difference and hidden secrets loom large.
Just as their budding romance begins to flourish, tragedy strikes, shattering their world. A deadly accident leaves Emmett wrestling with guilt and at the center of an investigation that could unravel everything he holds dear. Then Madison finds herself ensnared in a dangerous coverup that threatens her very life.
When Mrs. Boldt passes away, Madison is left reeling—jobless and burdened by the weight of her perceived failures. In a world filled with uncertainty, can she summon the strength to move forward and confront her past? Will Emmett rise above his challenges to forge a future alongside the woman who has captured his heart? ~Madison’s Mission
Susan G Mathis is an international award-winning, multi-published author of stories set in the beautiful Thousand Islands, her childhood stomping ground in upstate NY. Susan has been published more than thirty times in full-length novels, novellas, and non-fiction books. She has fifteen titles in her fiction line, garnering numerous book awards. Susan is also a published author of two premarital books, two children’s picture books, stories in a dozen compilations, and hundreds of published articles. She makes her home in Northern Virginia and enjoys traveling around the world but returns each summer to enjoy the Thousand Islands. Visit her website at https://www.susangmathis.com/fiction-books for more.
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June 1, 2025
Soak It Up
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
Sometimes I just want to be a sponge.
Not the kind that scrubs grout in the shower or scum around the sink. I want to be a human sponge that gets to lie back and soak up the sunshine. Soak up the ambiance of a nice restaurant, the romance of a good movie, the beauty of a crimson sunset over the Rocky Mountains.
Sometimes I don’t want to participate, make an extra effort, contribute to whatever-it-is—I just want to soak it in.
I confess, that’s a pretty lazy attitude. And when I’m tired or stressed, it gets worse, as it did several years ago after a debilitating injury to a loved one. My desperate need for a break from it all sent me to a three-day writer’s conference in Texas.
While driving to the airport, I told the Lord I wanted to be a sponge when I got there. Just soak everything in rather than worry about pitching my book ideas to publishers. I didn’t want to interview or be interviewed. I was tired of performing.
Leaning back in my narrow window seat for the two-hour flight, I considered how self-centered the sponge idea was. Sheesh—me, me, me. Get all I can. Had I really fallen that far?
And then God corrected me, but not in the way I expected.
“What does a sponge do when it’s squeezed?” He asked my weary spirit.
Well, it gives, I suppose.
It drips out on whatever’s nearby.
It can give a drink to the thirsty, like soldiers offered Jesus on the cross.
It can cool a body, as I did with my feverish toddler years before.
Wipe away the dirt. Cleanse.
“Yes,” He whispered. “Be a sponge. But soak up Me. And when you’re squeezed, I will pour out on those around you.”
God’s compassion overwhelmed me. We are sponges; I just hadn’t seen it from His perspective. He created us to be porous. We absorb and we leak.
Everything we listen to, read, and watch seeps into us and forms patterns in our thoughts and dreams. Is it good? Is it of Him?
How right He was when He said, “Soak up Me.” How desperately I need Him.
Thank You, Lord, for Your incomparable mercy and grace. Wash over me and fill me with You. Amen.
O God, you are my God;
I earnestly search for you.
My soul thirsts for you;
my whole body longs for you
in this parched and weary land
where there is no water.
Psalm 63:1
~
Be a sponge.
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“Soak It Up” is Day Six in my devotional book, At My Right Hand – 90 story-devotions for women. Available in e-book or print.
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May 18, 2025
I Am the Vine
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
I like working in the spring sunshine—turning soil, setting plants, and watering. Life pushes out around me in pale green sprouts and budding fruit trees, reminding me of its regenerative force.
And since I want our back yard to be as beautiful as the new gazebo my pastor-husband, George, recently finished, the springtime surging through my veins one Saturday morning encouraged me to tackle an old, gnarled vine that clung to an equally ancient, stone wall.
Dull, dry, and lifeless, the vine had to go.
“Our grapevine is dead,” I announced.
George glanced at it from his open workshop across the yard. “No it’s not, it’s just dormant. Give it time.”
He was right. Within two weeks, tiny green sprouts formed on the vine at various spots and soon unfurled into graceful leaves.
The vine grows up the side of an old stone milk barn, around a pipe trellis, and then meanders across the top of a chain link fence. As it goes, it sends out slender threads that wrap like steel wool around whatever they can find. Some of the branches are so long and dry, it’s a wonder they bloom at all. I have come close to pruning a runner only to find a cluster of leaves six feet down the seemingly dried up vine.
How can this be—such long stretches of dry dormancy, and then a sudden sprout of life?
Jesus said, “I am the vine; you are the branches. Those who remain in me, and I in them, will produce much fruit. For apart from me you can do nothing” (John 15:5 NLT).
The living metaphor in my back yard causes me to stop and evaluate my own life. Am I “in the vine?” Do I draw strength daily from Christ the vine who supplies my every need and very life force? Or do I go for long periods of time neglecting to feed on His Word or grow in His image?
Thank You, Lord, for Your patience with me, for not lobbing me off during a long dry stretch and throwing me on the trash heap. Help me tap into You for life and sustenance, to be more consistent, and to draw daily from Your life-giving source. Thank You for providing everything I need. Amen.
Remain in me,
and I will remain in you.
For a branch cannot produce fruit
if it is severed from the vine,
and you cannot be fruitful
unless you remain in me.
John 15:4
~
I am the vine.
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May 4, 2025
10 Birthday Tips for Happy Returns
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
“Free returns.” That phrase catches my eye when I’m shopping, whether in person or online. If it doesn’t work for, fit, or please me, I can return or exchange it. Sounds like many happy returns, right?
Nope.
Many happy returns is a shortened phrase derived from a longer expression from the 1700s: “Many happy returns of the day.” Essentially it meant, “We hope this day comes around for you again and again.”
Today we reserve many happy returns for birthdays—those mile markers we can’t return or exchange.
Since I recently celebrated another birthday, I’d like to share a few tips I’ve picked up over the years.
Here’s hoping your many happy returns will be truly happy, regardless of how many you’d like to return.
10 Birthday Tips for Happy Returns
1: Don’t weigh yourself on your birthday. It’s depressing and you shouldn’t be depressed on your birthday.
2: Do not shop for a swimsuit on your birthday. See number 1.
3: Do not diet. Never eat diet food on your birthday. Eat whatever you are hungry for, which is usually cake and ice cream.
4: Do not eat the candles on the cake (if you get one). Wax sticks between your teeth and makes it look like you ate the candles on your cake.
5: Do not expect people to remember your birthday. You are not Viggo Mortensen, the first lady, or a prime minister. This means your spouse, children, parents, siblings, and co-workers may not remember. Yes, it is wonderful if they do, but don’t let that expectation grab you by the throat, because when they forget (and some or all of them will) the unmet expectation will drag you down. Instead try one of the remaining five tips.
6: Send a card to someone you know with the same birth month.
7: Find someone with a need that you can meet and meet it—like a stay-at-home mother of small children who could use an afternoon off. Deliver groceries or do a chore for someone who has trouble getting around.
8: Donate your age in food by weight or dollar value to a local shelter.
9: Donate your age in money to the pregnancy center or other charitable organization.
10: Smile. Be grateful that you are under the sky and above the grass. Thank God for another year, day, hour, and breath. Some people would give anything for just one more.
Gratitude is an amazing antidote for just about everything – even age.
~
In everything give thanks;
for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.
1 Thessalonians 5:18
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April 20, 2025
Everything Changed at Dawn
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
“Just at sunrise, they went to the tomb. … the angel said, ‘Don’t be alarmed. You are looking for Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified. He isn’t here! He is risen from the dead! Look, this is where they laid his body’” (Mark 16:2-6).
Everything changed at dawn.
Light revealed the emptiness left behind
when Life got up and walked out of the tomb.
God does that, the unexpected.
Jesus told His friends (and enemies)
that He wouldn’t stay dead.
They wondered.
From this side of that morning
we scowl at their doubt.
So why, when He says He is with us,
do we stutter and stumble?
We should know better.
He keeps His word.
He loves us.
He lives.
“The light shines in the darkness and the darkness can never extinguish it” (John 1:5).
Dawn changed everything
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April 6, 2025
Try Again – Ask Why
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
I ask why a lot.
Do you?
Why did mother die?Why did that guy cut me off in traffic?Why did I lose my job? Why has life not gone as I planned?Maybe I’m asking the wrong why. Maybe I should try again.
Why is the trickle of a stream like a song?Why do spring daffodils pop up crisp and pure?Why is my home so warm in winter—my table prepared with food, my friend just a phone call away.Why does God love me?Have you ever asked the wrong why?
Why not change?
Go ahead—try again.
~
Surely I spoke of things I did not understand,
things too wonderful for me to know.
Job 42:3 (NIV)
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Try again - ask why.
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“What did your father think of the bread and jam?” the widow said.
Dorrie Berkshire was a straight shooter, but Dan had work to do, so he welcomed it. “He sends his thanks.”
“Why don’t you bring him over for dinner tomorrow. It’s a short jaunt across the road. Do you think he’d be up to it?”
No beating around the bush with her. He looked to Miss Hutton, who seemed as stunned as he was.
“You told me he takes the waters at the hotel two or three times a week.” The widow’s yarn ball was growing. “This would be a much shorter trip, and the company might do him good.”
Grace Hutton lowered her head and cleared her throat as if she searched for words but found none.
Dan palmed the side of his face, the stubble longer than usual. Why not come to dinner? His father had perked up at mention of the widow.
“I’ll see how he’s doing and let you know. Do you have a telephone?”
“Hmph!” Dorrie shook her head. “What do I need one of those contraptions for. Just clutter my house. I’ll send Grace over before noon to see if you’re coming. We’ll be prepared either way.” ~Covering Grace
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March 30, 2025
The Everyday Push
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
Transition – ugh. That space between one place and another.
Like a portal or threshold between what was and what will be.
Like dying.
I once heard a preacher say that death didn’t bother him. It was the “getting dead” part he didn’t like.
Amen.
But transition is also about living, and without it, everything comes to a standstill.
In this part of the country, spring signals a transition called calving, and the pastures bloom with gamboling newborns. Their bovine mamas came to a moment of transition when everything in them said push. That’s the hard, but essential, part of a new beginning.
Sometimes it’s the everyday push that makes me weary—the pressing on, the longing for change or the next phase in my writing career. And then I read Paul’s words to the Corinthians that “our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all” (2 Corinthians. 4:17).
And I read about Jesus, our Author of Faith, “who for the joy that was set before Him, endured the cross” (Hebrews 12:2).
This spring as bulbs push into blooms and brown breaks out in green, may we remember that transition doesn’t last forever.
In God’s economy, what’s waiting on the other side of transition is always worth the effort.
~
The everyday push
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“I just thought you might like to know what these flowers are called,” Whit said. “I’ve seen columbines all white like snow, higher up in the mountains.”
Livvy relaxed and looked again at the wildflowers. Each one bore a white face, yellow center, and long claw-like growths that tapered from the bottom of every lavender petal.
Whit picked one and twirled it slowly in front of her. “See these long tubes? They’re called spurs and they hold the nectar that draws humming birds and bees.”
How did a cowboy know about flowers? She shot a quick glance his way and caught him squinting at the ridge above them.
“Spurs, you say?”
Her remark brought his gaze back to her and his features softened. “Yes, ma’am. Kinda like us cowboys.” For a moment he looked exactly like she remembered him from her previous visits, before he worked for her grandfather. But now he was somehow more…handsome?
“Well, that’s very nice.” Enjoying the cool grass beneath her, she fussed with her skirt, making sure it covered her ankles.
He offered her the flower.
She took it and raised it to her nose. Perhaps the taste attracted the hummingbirds rather than the scent. “So you could call it a cowboy flower, I suppose.”
“You could call it anything you want.” ~Straight to My Heart, Book 2 of The Cañon City Chronicles
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March 23, 2025
All I Want …
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
I find myself shying away from
those whose words contain no flame –
people
books
movies
I find myself longing for the power of story,
an ageless warmth that drew crowds from their daily lives
to the words of the Galilean –
to feel the fire build in their heart.
It’s that fire I crave –
The warmth of a woodstove on a spring morning.
The glowing coals of a shepherd’s hill camp
where he settles his flock for the night
cooks his meal
and sleeps to the song of a stream.
It’s that intimacy I long for –
to sit in the presence of One who can
show me how to live simply
with peace
with purpose.
Sometimes, that’s all I want.
Then I pray to you, O Lord.
I say, “You are my place of refuge.
You are all I really want in life.
Psalm 142:5
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All I Want
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Now in audio.A moonless night shrouded the river, and Caleb settled for an unfamiliar clearing when he saw that his earlier camp spot had been taken. He unsaddled and hobbled the horses, tied them together, and looped a lead rope around a saddle horn. At least he’d feel it if someone tried to steal them. Or he’d be trampled to death by his startled mounts.
The open fire warmed his face and feet and offered an odd companionship, another voice to counter that of the river, making him feel not so alone. The remains of his jerked beef teased his stomach into true hunger, and he drank several tin cups of water from the cold river. Glittering stars again filled the sky, reminding him that not many such nights remained before storms gathered against the mighty Rocky Mountains. ~Loving the Horseman
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March 16, 2025
Everything New!
This week marks the arrival of spring – the season of rebirth, renewal, and resurrection. Of all the seasons, I believe it is the closest to those remarkable days when God said, “Let there be—”
The very first thing the Bible says about God is that He created.
No wonder we try to imitate His creativity.
We write, paint, sculpt, sing, plant gardens, train animals, teach children, build houses and furniture, make quilts, cakes, and cars.
Some of us bring order out of chaos in closets, checkbooks, filing systems, and data collections.
Some of us save lives.
Others are compelled to explain and elaborate on what they’ve discovered.
A few of us like to wrangle words. Others wrangle cattle, horses, or toddlers.
No matter what we do, God’s thumbprint is on our hearts. His quiet empowerment helps us do what He designed us to do, and to do it the best way we know how.
As we step into spring, the season of new life, let’s apply the words of Peter – fisherman/water-walker/Jesus-follower:
“…trust your lives to the God who created you, for he will never fail you” (1 Peter 4:19 NLT)
Such encouragement! Not only will He never fail us, He’s also not finished with us either. One day Jesus will say, “Look, I am making everything new!” (Rev. 21:5).
What a day!
Everything new!
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A sudden gust whipped around the corner, hushing the birdsong and rattling the rosebushes. Clouds scuttled past the sun, and in the weakened light, Elizabeth shrank from the prospect of working for Anthony Rochester.
Was it merely his profession that unsettled her so? He’d said or done nothing inappropriate and, in fact, had behaved himself most gentlemanly. Perhaps that was it. He unfaithful husband’s similar manner had once lured her off course, and she vowed never to be led away again. That and her hasty departure from Denver had formed the foundation of her return to Olin Springs, where she hoped to find her footing once more if given the chance.
If Miss Clarke remembered the generous offer of support she made before Elizabeth left the Hatchett law firm, Rochester would receive a favorable reference letter, appearing to be from the elder Hatchett himself.
She shuddered at the implication.
But Anthony Rochester could be her chance at a new beginning. And she was willing to take that chance in spite of her reservations. ~An Unexpected Redemption
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