The Peace of God at Christmas . . . and All Year
I could make a metaphor about the pea-brained bird that kept banging at the window for an hour trying to get in to a place that he would have found out too late he didn’t want to be. You know where it would have gone: I would have applied it to our frenetic...A Tribute to Dr. John Dreisbach, 1922-2009
Dr. John Dreisbach was one of the “old school” missionaries, who spent his life serving as a career missionary doctor and evangelist in various places around the world. When he died, I was working on a children’s book about his adventures in western...Maturity: Praying in Faith or in Fear?
I was doing a Biblical word study, because I wanted to understand the concept of perfection, often translated “maturity.” After all, with two children young adults, it seemed about time. Mature, perfect, complete, sanctified, holy, whole-hearted. The study...Reflections On My 52nd Birthday: The Opening of the Eyes
In honor of my fifty-second birthday season this past week, I re-read some old journals (always an instructive venture). I went back to 2003, as far back as they go on my current computer. I found the entire year, with the rare exception of an occasional glimmer of...
I’m Rebecca Davis, a trauma-informed writer, book coach, speaker, compassionate witness, prayer minister, and lover of Jesus who lives in Greenville, South Carolina.
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