Ann Cooper McCauley

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Category Archives: grief

A Daisy of a Whisper

Mama’s gone. Shouldn’t I see heaven open or angels kiss her cheek? The room felt the same. I brushed the back of my hand across her face. Cold. Her hands? Still warm. A single ache arose. “Mama…” Long illnesses take their toll. Weariness numbs. The hospice nurse arrived to declare Mother dead, and the funeral […]

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 […]

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 […]

Author Ron Smith MD, A Mere Christian

What a pleasure to have an old and dear friend with me today. Ron and I grew up in the same community and attended the same high school. His wife, Stacy Morris, was in my graduating class. When our children were very small, we lived in another small Arkansas town with Ron and Stacy. Both of […]

Joyful Christmas Season! God’s Unspeakable Gift

God’s Unspeakable Gift The baby exited the womb, silent. The doctor brought the firstborn, bathed in blood, to the mother’s side. The child never breathed outside her mother’s womb. Stillborn. This baby never kicked, never flailed, never cooed, never suckled. As the mother stared into the dim light of recovery, an all consuming weakness threaded […]