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
What I Learned From People Who Can’t Even Tie Their Shoes
I snapped awake to the sound of my son’s voice calling up the stairs. “We’re leaving now, Mom.” His voice was gentle and low, but I bolted out of bed, brushed my teeth and hurried down stairs. What if the girls woke up? What if they found no one there? Would they cry...
Enduring Grace
Endure hardship. These two plain words reverberated within me. What? Yet I knew where they came from, the gentle but unyielding press of the Holy Spirit, the Lover of my soul. The words seemed…a little harsh maybe. It had been less than a year since I lost my son. The...
Watching Mostly Sparrows
The big wooden posts in my back yard were perfect for hanging bird feeders and windchimes. They faced each other like goalposts and even had several rusted hooks in place, at one time meant for clothesline. I’m not sure what drew me to bird-watching last summer, but...
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