Dear friend,
Rescue. Redeem. Renew.
This is who God is – I’m living proof. I don’t blame you for doubting. We are tired of overworked clichés, out-of-context Bible verses, and false hope. This is about real, gritty life – yours and mine and the God who is unfathomable love and deep mercy. We get lost. We wander, crushed and weary, but the path is close by, the way clear. Not easy but clear.
Maybe you need someone to point the way, some food for the journey, or maybe the road has gotten rough, and so dark you cannot see. Here is an oasis. Here is where the light shines and will always, always overcome darkness. I know the way. His name is Jesus. Let me show you. Let me tell you a story or two. Here is Hope. I am living proof.
Take courage, friend, and look up.
Robin
The Story
God help me to know and to live like the time is short. Tomorrow is really not promised. To give you all today… Spencer Macleod
On January 26 2002 my life changed forever. My son Spencer Macleod was brought into the ER where I was working as a nurse, barely clinging to life from a stab wound to the heart.
He was pronounced dead fifteen minutes later.
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The Book
“The Greater Weight of Glory is a story of courage and human frailty. As the reader, I assumed I knew where Farnsworth’s journey would take me. I was wrong. ”
Speaking
“Forgiveness to Robin is not just a word. She lives it
every minute of every day. I was honored to be able
to sit and listen to her testimony.”
Connie L. August 2019
The Blog
The Jesus Tree: A Backyard Metaphor
This blog turns four years old this month and I wonder: Have I run out of meaningful things to say? Am I repeating myself? I told a friend I had writer’s block the other day, and she said I should write about having writer’s block. And I replied: “I already have.” (A...
The Story of Stella
The cat died. I keep looking for her as I step outside or pull into the driveway at night and then I have to remind myself: she’s gone. I saw it coming six months ago when she stopped grooming herself and her plush soft fur turned into matted dreads with leaves and...
Confessions of a Dead Rebel (and a Happy Sheep)
"Our Father who art in heaven, Harold be thy name…" No, not Harold. It took my sister several years to realize God was not named Harold. Harold was our uncle. And why was the guy in the robe named Father? I thought our Father was Dad… My first memory of church was a...
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