The Quill and Me—A Devotional Blog Featuring Oswald Chambers Reflections

About This Ministry As someone who knows pain intimately and has walked through seasons of loss, doubt, and quiet desperation, I offer this blog as a sanctuary of blessings for you. The Quill and Me is a ministry shaped by the One who mends broken hearts. Here you will find a place for your suffering, a place for your pain, and a place where healing can begin. What This Space Is This space is about Jesus and your relationship with Him. I share scripture, short prayers, and honest reflections written from the trenches of real life. Each post is crafted to meet you where you are—tired, hopeful, confused, or quietly seeking—and to point you gently toward the mercy and faithfulness of God. My words are simple and sincere because grace is not complicated; it is a steady hand in the dark. Why I Write My own journey of healing and renewal has changed everything I do. What once served my own plans now serves His purposes. The stories I tell and the prayers I offer come from a life that has bee...

My Journey to Obedience Psalm 46:10 (KJV) “Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.” Deuteronomy 31:8  "Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the Lord is the one who goes before you. He will be with you; he will neither fail you nor forsake you." My Path to This Blog My path to this blog has been a long one. I am 67 years old. I was saved at the age of nine, yet I wandered far from the Lord for many years. I looked for love in all the wrong places, carried burdens I didn’t know how to release, and lived through seasons that left deep marks on my heart. Through broken relationships, painful losses, and long stretches of wandering, I learned how fragile human strength is — and how faithful God remains. The deepest wound of my life has been the absence of my son, a grief that never fully leaves. Yet even in that sorrow, the Lord carried me. I have lived a life many have judged. But obedience is not perfection — it is s...

A mother's journey of faith, patience, and joy with her daughter. A Prayer for a Healthy Baby When I was expecting, my only prayer was for a healthy baby. I didn’t care if it was a boy or a girl — I simply longed for health. But when my daughter was born, she struggled to breathe. They placed her in an incubator, and I didn’t get to see her for almost three days. Before I could hold her, my husband came in with words that pierced me: “We have a Mongoloid child.” Later, a nurse tried to lighten the moment by saying, “When they told me that, I said I’ve never even been to Mongolia." When they finally rolled me down to the nursery, I held her for the first time. She was precious, with a head full of hair. And in that moment, I fell completely in love. Early Challenges, Early Miracles My precious daughter was diagnosed with Down Syndrome. Her breathing troubles were temporary, and though she was born with a heart murmur, by age seven it had healed completely. She had eye surgery a...

A Baptism of Grace:  My Story of Salvation, Family, and Forgiveness This is a new blog, but the story behind it began long ago. I was saved at the age of nine, during a summer of Bible School that changed my life. I still remember the Spirit’s gentle pull on my heart that Sunday morning—the urgency, the clarity, the call to walk forward and tell the pastor I had accepted Christ as my Savior. What I didn’t know was that my Daddy was right behind me, moved by the same Spirit, ready to surrender his life to Jesus. He was nearly 39 years old. That morning, we both walked to the front of the church—me with childlike faith, him with the weight of years—and declared our salvation. Our baptisms were scheduled for a later date, maybe a week or more—I don’t remember exactly. But I do remember the day itself. Daddy was 6'2", and when the pastor dipped him under the water, his feet nearly lifted off the ground. It was holy, awkward, and unforgettable. Daddy passed away at 66. I’m now 67. ...