by Michelle Ruddell | Matthew stories
Always Wear Your Seatbelt “You don’t remember me, do you?” The woman in the driver’s seat seemed to think I knew her. I glanced down at the form on my clipboard, hoping her name would jog my memory. At no time while I was administering her driving test had she seemed...
by Michelle Ruddell | devotional
I winced as I hurried across the yard. The pain in the bottom of my bare feet reminded me that there were acorns on the ground. I was chasing the ever-elusive ten-pound chihuahua/rat terrier mix named Pumpkin. He had escaped into the front yard. No amount of...
by Michelle Ruddell | devotional
It sneaks up on me every year. There’s a cloud that rolls over my soul right around Thanksgiving. It usually blows in with the first wintery weather. The first few years I was ready. Around the middle of November I would steel myself against the feelings I knew were...
by Michelle Ruddell | devotional
The ping from my phone startled me. My Sunday afternoon nap had stretched into evening.”Are you ignoring me? LOL” read the Facebook message from my daughter.The dreaded words searching for service were at the top of the screen. My signal indicator...
by Michelle Ruddell | devotional
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” The Christmas season was beginning, and my heart was torn. The first real Christmas without my son Matthew would also be the first for my six-month old daughter Missy. Part of me wanted to hide from...
