Category: Her Journey

What Am I Doing Here?

“I was the worship leader of a large church. What am I doing behind the bar of a coffee shop? I don’t even like coffee,” he said. “I know I am called to be a missionary to the third world. I’ve studied pediatric nutrition, I’ve been to seminary, I’ve learned the language, I’ve jumped through…

Relationships

Last month I picked up our local paper and found the obituary of a woman who had been a close friend.  She moved a number of years ago to an assisted living facility that was closer to her daughter but about a hundred miles away.  I missed her and for a while we would talk…

Martha Martha

“Who’s coming over, Ma?” I had just washed the floor in the entrance and dining room, vacuumed the living room, started the dishwasher and was scrubbing finger prints off the fridge door. “That’s not fair!” I told my son. “You guys always say that. What makes you think someone is coming over? Maybe I’m cleaning…

Women Jesus Honored Part Two

You are invited to read Part One of this article here. The Canaanite Woman (Matthew 15:21-28) There were a few occasions where Jesus healed Gentiles (non-Jews), but  usually they occurred when He was approached by Gentiles in Jewish territory. In the story of the Canaanite woman (sometimes called the Syro-Phoenecian woman) Jesus seems to have deliberately travelled into…

Day by Day

She didn’t know me anymore. To be honest, I didn’t know her anymore either. The child in this old woman’s body was like a fictional character to me. I had heard stories about her but I didn’t know how to talk to her. She was my mother, and yet she was not. In her mind…

A Dream in the Night

Ishshah’s Story will celebrate its 2nd birthday in just a few weeks. Reaching back to the Archives, the following post is the first one I wrote for our fledgling blog two years ago. Given recent messages the Lord has released about spiritual abuse and the enemy’s operation through hidden darkness, this archives re-post is timely. May…

Hope for the Betrayed

I’ve learned to pay attention when unusual co-incidences occur in my life. When the same book or the same topics pop up in random conversation and unexpected places I tend to wonder if there is a reason. The recurring topic this week was about people who have been deeply wounded by experiences in the church;…

Nine

It’s long been said that age is just a state of mind. If that’s accurate, then I moved to a new state at the age of nine. Though I lived in the house I grew up in from nine months old to age 19 when I married, I was nine when awareness, awkwardness, and anxiousness…

She Could No Longer Hide

Our latest guest contribution is from Wendy Bones of Coffs Harbour, Australia. Wendy brings us a fresh and beautifully personal perspective on the woman with the issue of blood in Luke 8:43-48.  Welcome Wendy, and thankyou for reminding us that in Christ there is total healing for our ‘hidden places’ and freedom from shame.    A chance…

The Couch

“The greatest freedom is having nothing to prove.” – R.T. Kendall When I look at the big comfy couch and overstuffed armchair here in my living room, I think of open-hearted conversations with friends. I think of the times people have trusted me with their stories as we sat on sofas covered in white brocade,…

An Audience of One

Playing an instrument is not my forte. The only thing I learned to play growing up was the radio. As a child I wanted to study piano but money for lessons was tight. Instead, I learned to type. They’re kind of the same thing – they both have a keyboard. A number of years ago…

Carrying the Light

My friend and I drove around back roads looking for inspiration. Springtime in the Rockies, when trees blossom and snow gleams on mountain peaks above greening valleys, is a joyous time for amateur photographers. We understand that journeys can be destinations in themselves. While checking out a village by the river we passed an abandoned…

Peace in the Storm

Some people have vivid dreams on a regular basis but I’m not one of them.  Even if I have a dream, I seldom can remember much about it.  However, early in my walk with the Lord, I had three dreams that I have never forgotten.  I believe they were meant to teach me critical lessons.…

In the Middle of the Day

It is our pleasure here at Ishshah’s Story to welcome back author and blogger Linda Jo Reed of the U.S. The following guest post, her second contribution to the blog, offers an engaging retelling of the Samaritan woman – the woman at the well. Linda Jo’s first story, Upheld in Life Change, can be enjoyed…

Behold

My dear friend suggested we spend a day together worshiping God in the beauty of the nature, outside of the buildings where we usually meet. We spent Sunday driving on the back roads in the countryside here in the valley in Southern British Columbia between the Rockies and the Purcell Mountains. We stopped to admire…

Hopey-Changey Thing

One morning on my way to our office I found myself stopped in traffic at a red light. Momentarily halted in my tracks, my gaze drifted to the bumper sticker on the vehicle idling in front of me. Did you know bumper stickers can tick you off, make you laugh, pump your fist, or yell…

Saying Yes

“He leaned on the pulpit, and said in a stern fatherly voice, ‘Now ladies, there’s a case here in the news where a wife is making accusations against her husband. You need to understand this. There is no such thing as rape in marriage. There’s no such thing because the Bible says your body belongs…

Prophetic Passports

My husband and I recently received our crisp new passports. Unfortunately, they don’t look much different from the expired ones we sent in with our paperwork. They both contain lots of blank pages. Just what you’d expect with the new ones. With the old ones? Not so much. A passport is a gateway to exotic…

Don’t Mess with My Identity

Short and stocky, he was striding through the airport looking like a thundercloud. With hands plunged deeply in the front pockets of his jeans and jaw set with a scowl, the front of his black sweatshirt broadcast the newsflash! Gender is Over Just like that, white letters on a black hoodie informed me that my being…

The Gentle Gale of God

As we enter 2016 there remains no less need or desire for discovering God in new ways. The following post is from the archives of Desert Days at Wellspring of Life; first posted there in May 2011 at the end of my second breast cancer journey and treatment year. May the Lord reveal Himself to…

A Quiet Revolution

Feathers were getting ruffled on both sides. I realize that infers an invisible line in the sand. The dangerous thing about an invisible line is that it is like electricity. You can’t always see it but you can sure feel it when you reach out and God forbid, touch it. The females in the office…

Scrubbing The Competition

Ishshah’s Story is delighted to present an insightful guest post today from Tiffany Clark.  Tiffany teaches (and is taught) Spiritual Formation in an M.A. program offered for Christian leaders throughout Africa and Asia. In her various writing projects, Tiffany prefers grappling with the Scriptures in the context of messy life struggles to tidy, simplistic answers. Her current office…