Category: Her Journey

Musical Memory

I love music.  Probably because it has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember.  When I was two, my folks moved from Louisiana to Colorado by car.  One of the first things they bought was a “Victrola,” the old name for a radio, record player (not CD).  It came…

Mothers and Daughters

In the family tree, there is no relationship quite like that of mother and daughter. As ishshahs, we are not all a mother, but we are all someone’s daughter. No two – or two million – mother-daughter relationships are alike. They cannot be nor should they try to be. But it certainly raises the question…

Not Quite Marilyn

“Inner beauty won’t get you free drinks.” Some of the most enlightening conversations are those engaged in by other diners sitting within earshot of your own table. On two occasions in a matter of months, this type of overheard commentary un-graced the breakfast I had just asked the Lord to bless. Sadly, both times it…

Triple Crown

“I am coming quickly; hold fast what you have, so that no one will take your crown.” Revelation 3:11 Some days Jesus just can’t return fast enough. Though His ‘quickly’ means shortly, without delay, or by surprise (as in suddenly), aren’t there times we simply want to shout, “Surprise me already!”? When we’re circling the…

Plumb Line

“You are not going just to do a job, Nancy. The Lord is sending you as a plumb line into that workplace.” Such was the matter of fact response of a dear friend at church when I shared with her the good news of being hired into what I considered my ‘plum’ job. She –…

Cute Imperfections

Ishshah’s Story is pleased to welcome once again the writings of Virginia of Nairobi, Kenya. A wife and mother of two sons, Virginia has graced us with two previous submissions – Running for Cover and Steadfast in the Dark Night of the Soul *** When our first baby was born we were no doubt at…

Unlocking The Passion

Passion runs in my blood. From my earliest years I seem to have anguished deeply about one thing or another. Some might call a tendency to such intensity obsessive. I prefer the kinder word: “passionate”. I blame my paternal Italian ancestry. Flamboyant hand gestures are a vital part of my conversation, needed for adding extra…

The Harm of Ungodly Prayer

Healing prayer and the prophetic have been part of my life since I was a child. Growing up as no stranger to the laying on of hands, it was not something that I shied away from. I’d had no reason to mistrust the spirit of ones who ministered to me in such fashion. The results…

Upheld Through Life Change

Ishshah’s Story is pleased to feature another new voice in our guest post Upheld Through Life Change. Linda Jo Reed’s goal is simply to encourage people. Her hope is that support and help can be found through her words. She is the author of “Upheld In The Battle,” a book that shares many of God’s…

Faith and Flannelgraphs

Faith begins somewhere. Mine began at my grandmother’s kitchen table – the place of Saturday night hamburgers, cookies and milk, folding clothes, accoutrements necessary for giving home perms, and crafts. When the crafts came out, the sponge in me soaked it all up. Her name was Amo (Ah-mo) and she was my little girl Sunday…

Keeper of My Heart

Rules are not necessarily sacred, principles are. – Franklin D. Roosevelt – (former President of the United States) Keeping your heart and keeping the rules are two very different things. My childhood revolved around being a rule keeper. There were all kinds of labels stapled to my pseudo coat of many colors…    Teacher’s Pet…

Joy Comes in the Morning

Weeping may endure in the evening, but joy comes in the morning. Psalm 30:5 – LITV In this particular case, joy arrived at precisely 3:52 a.m. The new little life you see in the inset photograph breathed his first breath on Sunday, the 9th of November before even the sun was up. The night of…

Material Girl

I am not a seamstress by any stretch of the imagination. However, I do enjoy strolling through a fabric shop, running my hand over smooth satins, handling chunkier wools, and looking at the vast array of material that offers unlimited combinations. In that scenario, my imagination can sew up a storm! Nor do I cop…

Running for Cover

Ishshah’s Story is pleased to feature our first guest contributor post! Author – Virginia of Nairobi, Kenya. *** I sat on a front seat at the Pastor’s section, a bit nervous because the person I sought to have audience with had been ignoring me for the last fifteen minutes or so. You see, in this…

The Equipping of God

Here I am sitting in front of a computer thinking, “Why did I ever say yes to Cheryl when she asked me to be part of a blog and write something on a regular basis?”  Then, if I get really honest, I have to admit that I know the answer.  I’m here because this is…

Shadows in the Pew

One’s passion for serving the body of Christ is often found in the redeemed fodder of one’s life. Since I was born into a church-going family, I was on the Cradle Roll as an infant. Year by year I grew up sitting in the pews, wooden theater-style flip-up chairs, or eventually, the comfy upholstered connecting…

I Know the Plans I Have For You…

The other team members involved in Ishshah’s Story come to you from established blogs where you can go to get to know them.  Since that’s not true for me, I’d like to share with you a bit of background on how God shaped and prepared me for this ministry. In July I celebrated my 76th…

A Dream in the Night

There is an old saying, “The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”*  I prefer though the more accurate translation from the original Chinese… “The journey of a thousand miles begins beneath one’s feet.” In my case, it began beneath my head while I lay dreaming in the night. A sweet dream…