by Merita Atherly Engen | Mar 19, 2019 | Creative, Points of Light, Shining on God's Character
March has hit a home run and is sliding into April. It even sprinkled a few early daffodils as it rounded second base. Sunshine ahead should get it well past third. It runs pell-mell down the last stretch toward spring. I must tag it now or it will be too late,...
by Merita Atherly Engen | Oct 5, 2018 | Healer, Points of Light, Shining on God's Character
Our pastures have been plundered. At least mine have. And it’s taken only a couple days of Supreme Court hearings to do it. Thursday—the day one terrified woman doctor and one emotional male judge testify. I carry my phone around so I can watch and listen while I...
by Merita Atherly Engen | Sep 12, 2018 | Divinity, Failings, Gentle, God of Our Ultimates, Points of Light, Salvation, Shining on God's Character, Success, Victor
Scraps of tune weave into my waking. What is that song? I reach for my phone and press Search on my app. I must need the music. Why else would the Spirit impress it on this coming-out-of-a-dream moment? Yes, it is Him. I’ve experienced enough dream-related moments to...
by Merita Atherly Engen | Feb 6, 2018 | Healer, Points of Light, Shining on God's Character, Teacher, Timely
If I had known all the arduous effort, attention to detail, and mind-and-heart-breaking labor my first literary work would take, I probably wouldn’t have started. It has been a labor of love from the first day, but I had no idea what a degree in creative writing...
by Merita Atherly Engen | Aug 1, 2017 | Giver, Good, Healer, Points of Light, Praiseworthy, Shining on God's Character
Oranges… I see. I feel. I taste…. Oranges as a creative writing prompt? I could turn this into a blog. I’ve needed to blog for months. Fallen way behind, doing other writing and editing and living. Blogs are important for writers to keep up. Mine is particularly...
by Merita Atherly Engen | Sep 7, 2016 | Fatherly, God of Our Ultimates, Identity, Points of Light, Shining on God's Character
WooOUUUwooo! Dad’s cow horn, found at some tacky souvenir shop somewhere along a tourist trap, blasted down the hall past my bedroom door. I scrunched my pillow over my ears. Dad had decided this was the best way to wake his family. It was time for breakfast. Time...
