God’s Extraordinary Character Discovered In Ordinary Moments...
In God's Word, In His World & At Home.
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I live and love on Selah Farm -- a hobby homestead nestled in the beautiful mountains of western NC. With Bill, my husband of 35 years, and our three "born-in-our-hearts" children and several grandchildren, we raise a variety of animals. I love books, movies and music that make me cry.
I ask daily to have eyes and ears wide open that I might experience the wonders of God's Word and His created world.
Taking Spirit-breathed ideas and framing them with words is my passion.
Living Jesus is my highest aim.
Maureen Miller
Recent Posts
When Your Story Seems Small
She did not depart from the temple, worshipping with fasting and prayer night and day (Luke 2:37b–ESV). *** Her story may seem insignificant. After all, it’s only three short verses tucked in a chapter contained in the Gospel of Luke–one of two books written by…
The Man In the Green Jeep
“Do not fear… I have [called] you by name; you are Mine” (Isaiah 43:1b). “The man in the green Jeep? He has a name, you know. And he’s… he’s my son.” This was what Joyce Sheldon told Haywood County’s The Mountaineer after reading a newspaper…
From Victim to Victorious
“So, you mentioned not being afraid, how God spoke through a children’s song to bring comfort on the Wednesday just prior to this horrendous storm.” A snide laugh before, “But then Hurricane Helene hit less than forty-eight hours later. How, may I ask, do you…
No Fear!
***(Please excuse funky typeset, as our internet is wacky right now, making posting a bit harder than normal.)*** Fear. That’s what many are feeling here in western North Carolina. After all, several years ago, a flood devastated much of our county–washing away homes, hopes, and…
Time to P-I-C-K an Apple
***This article appeared first in Heart of Hospitality magazine–Autumn 2024 Edition*** **Read to the end for a yummy apple recipe and a give-away!** “Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings” (Psalms 17:8 NIV). Just a single step…
Our Words, A Weapon
Late in the afternoon of a chilly day in February, two gentlemen were sitting alone… So begins Harriet Beecher Stowe’s Uncle Tom’s Cabin. Confession—I’ve never read it. I share this, not because I’m ashamed but, rather, surprised. After all, as the mother of a brown-skinned…
