#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller

Archive for October, 2005

Pooped in Paduca

A peek into the next room in our house reveals that it’s a letter-writing room of some kind.

There’s a writing desk, with a beautiful quill pen and a bottle of golden ink. Holy Moley, it’s real gold, this ink. I think this is a room where God hears and answers prayers.

There’s a letter, lying on the desk. Shall we read God’s mail?

Dear God,

Nothing ever goes right for me. My dreams are all broken or lost.
I’m a victim of circumstance, and frankly, I just don’t know how I’m going to go on. The kids make me

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Another Day on the Flight Deck

Well, we’ve got those chimpanzees under control, at least to the point where we can hear ourselves think.

Now, all we’ve got to do is check out the co-ordinates.

Where, exactly, do we want to fly this ship?

Write down between three and five possible destinations.

Maybe you’d like to travel to Health. Or Wealth. Or Joy. Or Peace of Mind. Or Freedom.

All great destinations. You might want to be a lot more specific; I know I do.

What is your most impossible dream? The one you can’t possibly accomplish because of all those good reasons you keep coming

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The stitching across the toe of a cowboy boot is called a toe wrinkle.

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