Reflections on My 58th Birthday: Found Faithful
In January of this past year, I completed the marathon of 24 years of homeschooling. And yes, that is every bit as big a deal as it sounds, and I’ll add that all my homeschooled kiddos are surviving the Real World and, as far as I can tell, they’re overcoming all the...Reflections on my 57th Birthday: Stepping Heavenward
When I was sixteen, my mother put an ancient plain-covered hardback book in my hands, wanting me to read it. It had the most boring title ever, Stepping Heavenward. This was her book when she was young, she said. I groaned inwardly. Did I mention that it was ancient?...Reflections on My 56th Birthday: Thoughts About Moving Into the Basement
Four years ago on this day, September 5th, 2009, I wrote my first “Reflections” piece on my blog. I mentioned something about a bleak financial picture and downsizing. The fact of the matter was that that morning—the morning of my fifty-second birthday, we had told...Reflections on My 54th Birthday: Getting Old
Not long ago a young friend found out my age and expressed surprise. “I didn’t know you were that o—” She stopped. “I mean. . . .” She back-pedalled. “I mean . . . you’re not old.” She blushed. “I mean, I...Reflections on My 53rd Birthday: In the Blink of an Eye
The other day my son asked me how long ago something had happened to me. (Can’t even remember what it was right now—must be the encroaching Alzheimer’s.) I said, “That was twenty years ago. No, wait a minute. It was THIRTY years ago. That was...
I’m Rebecca Davis, a writer, book coach, speaker, wife, mother, grandmother, compassionate witness, prayer minister, advocate for the oppressed, and lover of Jesus who lives in Greenville, South Carolina.
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