By: Carol McClain @carol_mcclain   My least favorite scripture for many years was Matthew 11:28-29. It reads, “Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give your rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find …[ read more ]

By: Carol McClain        carol_mcclain We’ve all been crushed by ruthless (or clueless people). Seeing as everyone sins, Christians included, we often rub shoulders with arrogant, rude, know-it-all, clueless people who tromp all over us. Sometimes it hits closer to home with more devastating consequences when parents, children, or spouses crush our spirits. We need to forgive. …[ read more ]

Carol McClain       @carol_mcclain The elders in my daughter’s church handed out rocks. These weren’t pretty, soothing objects like worry rocks or quartz or painted ones with happy messages or water-smoothed pebbles. Each was large enough to hold but oddly shaped and rough. The pastor instructed us to hold the stone throughout the service. Being the obsessively …[ read more ]

by: Carol McClain @CAROL_MCCLAIN   My friend Linda Sprague found a few old poems of mine published in Foothills Ink and sent them to me. I’m going to take a break from my usual musings and share some never before shared work. I dedicate this post to Linda Sauther, Ellen Mainville, Flossy Powell, and Zoe Steenberge. …[ read more ]

by: Carol McClain @CAROL_MCCLAIN There’s a quirk I have. I must be fast. As a child, when I took a test, I timed it so I wasn’t the  first finished, and I wasn’t last, but I had to hand in my paper quickly. My handwriting is a scrawl because I have to get my thoughts down. …[ read more ]