by Merita Atherly Engen | Jun 23, 2016 | Failings, Forgiving, Gentle, God of Our Ultimates, Grief, In Sickness, Loving, Patient, Points of Light, Shining on God's Character
Entering my trashed apartment was like entering a mind diseased. Your whole head is injured Carpet blanketed in filth – Kitchen sink smeared with a brown film – Your whole heart afflicted. Food rotting in the refrigerator – Windows broken – From the sole of your foot...
by Merita Atherly Engen | Jan 16, 2015 | Loving, Shining on God's Character
“If anyone is thirsty, let him come to me and drink. Whoever believes in me, as the scripture has said, streams of living water will flow from within him.” — Jesus “Why can’t you be like other girls? They don’t ride bicycles like a boy. And your hair...
by Merita Atherly Engen | Dec 11, 2014 | Fatherly, God of Our Ultimates, Loving, Motherly, Points of Light, Salvation, Shining on God's Character
Five-year-old Caleb came into the bedroom first thing one morning clutching his money box. He wanted to show me that he could buy the toy of his dreams. “You know, Momma, the one where the car goes ’round and ’round.” Yes, I knew. The one we had told him he would have...
by Merita Atherly Engen | Sep 29, 2014 | Creative, Faithful, Forgiving, Loving, Points of Light, Respectful, Shining on God's Character
His heart burned with love and there was no cure. Night and day the glory of it consumed his being. Tortuous burning. White hot and pure. He longed to communicate, to reach out, to touch, and to finally know that he had been heard and perhaps, just perhaps, been...
by Merita Atherly Engen | Jul 10, 2014 | Fatherly, Good, Kind, Loving, Points of Light, Shining on God's Character
“Fear not, for it is the Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom.” – Jesus Christ (Luke 12:32) Once upon a time, living somewhere between the Kingdom of Competition and the Kingdom of Compassion, there was a five-year old, brown-eyed...
by Merita Atherly Engen | May 29, 2014 | God of Our Ultimates, Identity, Loving, Shining on God's Character
“That’s your handwriting,” you say after two decades of no mail. Terrible handwriting. Too jerky, too tense. I’ve hated it. But you are glad and now I am a school girl practicing my name. This is mine. This is me and I am free. Loops rounding out the tails in letters...
