Ann Cooper McCauley

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Brave, Foolhardy, or Faith?

My son, seventeen and looking more like man than boy, swerved the family passenger van into Taco Bell’s drive-thru. As the van idled, he glanced down at his Civil Air Patrol uniform and with pride relished his promotion; he’d lead the young band of brothers from now on. The cars ahead of him disappeared around […]

Honeycomb and the Secrets of Connection

Though I may write in my home office, a solitary space, I need connections with real people, especially other believers and other writers. Have you noticed it’s difficult to find time for both? Like you, I’m busy as a bee most days, but the internet and social media have afforded new ways for me to […]

When the Snow Comes

Lulled awake at four in the morning, I pushed to a sitting position. Groggy. What woke me?  I measured my husband’s gentle snore. Out cold. My gaze drifted about the dark room, and I was magnetized to a light in the doorway. How strange—a light with form and definition. I blinked. Still there. A soft, […]

What’s in a Name? Everything

A couple weeks ago my agent told me she was rereading Waking the Dead: The Glory of a Heart Fully Alive. Familiar with John Eldredge’s book, Wild at Heart, I listened with great interest. Diana told me about the part in his book where John asks the Father to reveal who he is and what […]

I’m an Expert

Bet that title made you want to read on. Don’t I sound arrogant? Well, I can assure you, I never wanted to become an expert at so many things. My mini-van wove in and out between semi-trucks, like playing checkers. I’d zoom ahead and a truck would pull into my lane and block me. I’d […]

GIANTS and How to Slay Them

My guest today is Rose Chandler Johnson. I was reading through some of Rose’s blog posts, Write Moments with God, and was struck by this one. As writers we face giants. My giant today wanted to rob me of creativity. How about you? Are you a melancholy, artistic type, and your productivity seems often hinged on a […]

When Christmas Hurts

December 1957: The phone call drove my grandmother to her knees. Her lungs emptied in a gasp as she collapsed on the hardwood floor. Her only sibling, a brother— dead. World War II had not killed him, but a drunk driver did. Four fatherless children wailed when they got the news. December 1958: My grandfather […]

I’m Hiding

Been looking for me? Just like Gideon, I’ve been hiding out. My enemies are enormous and devouring. Those who hear the whispers of God know that when we follow the Lord’s directives, we often have a target pasted on our foreheads. This morning God whispers to me; “Cease your struggle, Ann.” You see, I’ve been […]

What? I Love Myself More Than My Children?

My three year old bolted like a charging horse into his Sunday school classroom. I snuggled my soon-to-be toddler closer, shut my eyes, and headed toward the nursery. One hour of peace. Praise the Lord. Naptime the next day, I closed the bedroom door on my sleeping boys and had similar thoughts. Two hours of […]

Trust Not in a Big Blue Car

  Big blue tank, alias 1977 Ford LTD, died again and the automatic brakes couldn’t stop her. Without brakes the steering wheel locked. And, of course, I was traveling downhill toward the carport. The distant barbed wire fence, pasture, and pond seemed to be my upcoming, soft landing. As the hood of Big Blue gained […]

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