Molly's Zone

                                        Lincoln County, West Virginia (May 1931)   “Melda, come inside before your supper gets cold!” A familiar voice echoed from the shack several feet away. I was somewhat of a daydreamer. I liked to come outside in the evenings to sit and ponder over life, well, as much as you could for a twelve-year-old. There ain’t much to do around here. If you’re looking for country living, then I suppose these parts are somewhere you’d want to be. West Virginia is a beautiful place. I’ve grown up on what’s called a poor farm, where farmland stretches as far as the eye can see. Everybody works on the land to keep roofs over their heads. Daddy drives the school wagon, while mama takes care of all ten of us kids. My older brothers help tend to the farm, but us girls help mama with all the housekeeping, cooking, and washing. I’ve been learning to sew. It’s my favo...

  Lincoln County, West Virginia December 1974       My momma was the center of my universe, my best friend, and the most loving and faithful person that I knew. She was bold! Someone who loved Jesus, and you could tell how important He was to her by watching the way she lived: so full of joy. Momma was not afraid of death. She never wavered. Her faith remained strong until she took her final breath. I wish my faith was as strong as hers. My emotions grew deeper every second.   I love you, momma.   Thoughts and memories are all I have left now. The funeral service was scheduled for today and I didn’t know I was going to face one person, let alone a crowd. I wanted to escape and got lost in my thoughts completely. I wasn’t aware of what was going on around me. I could make out the silhouette of a man coming my way through the milky fog of the winter day.   “Excuse me, sir, I’m looking for someone w...

 I cannot find enough words to describe just how much of a blessing that the creative journey of " Running Home " has been for me. I want to personally take a moment to thank you for reading and to also express my thankfulness to the Lord for the precious opportunity to be a storyteller for His glory.  " Running Home " is a faith-based short story series that invites the reader to follow along on the path of a woman named Melda Lemaster and her family who run the race of faith by simply trusting in the Lord to fill all of the empty spaces during their journey: a lifetime tale of freedom and resilience found through the power of salvation in Jesus Christ. My greatest hope is that these little stories plant a seed that works to help fill your own empty empty spaces with the greatest hope, the sweetest everlasting peace, and the unspeakable joy that a personal relationship with Jesus has to offer. Each individual story contains an applicable life lesson along with a ...

"Don't run the red light..."  The Lord placed that simple little phrase on my heart several weeks ago as I was out and about with my mother. Although I'm just now writing out the message that goes along with it, I have never once stopped thinking about it.  Hurricane was at one time a quaint little town with two-lane roads (that's how I remember it from when I was growing up) and the traffic was NOTHING compared to what you see today.  Somehow we've come into a time of pure impatience--almost everyone seems as if they're in such a hurry when it comes to absolutely everything. And if they are made to stop and wait, it's usually never too long until they're in a huff.  The amount of people who operate vehicles while deliberately ignoring stop signs and continuously running red lights will never make sense to me.  I am always left wondering about the precious souls who are in those vehicles--some of whom may be lost and living without Christ--giving r...

  The Lord placed a thought on my heart this past week as I was walking through Walmart and on the way to my hair appointment. August is the official start of all things "Back to School" and I've forever loved the whole idea of it. There's nothing better for me than walking through and seeing all of the backpacks, pencil pouches, and lunchboxes. I'm not even in school anymore--- yet it still manages to excite me and I don't even know why. Maybe I still should have been some sort of teacher (elementary education was my first choice for a major while attending college) but I've always been someone that had a heart for learning. Ask my mom and she will tell you all the stories about how I used to become SO excited for the first day of school that she had to give me a Benadryl the night before just so I would be able to fall asleep or how I cried on Saturdays as a kindergartner because I wanted to go so badly and felt so upset when I found out school wasn'...

I had SO many messages on my heart for the month of July and none of them came to fruition. I just wasn't feeling "people-ly" and poured all of my energy into helping my mother with outdoor projects. However, I can honestly say that I am SUPER excited to return to the blog. I am fully recharged and ready to go for the month of August and I cannot wait to share all of what the Lord has placed upon my heart (previously planned material will surely be included) I have felt somewhat overwhelmed lately-- not only by the intense heat of the summer, but also for all that is going on in our world today---the presence of deception and darkness is truly beyond what I ever thought was possible. And the loss of my friend Mike was a shock and had me deeply lost in thought for a while. The heartache that families are facing, broken and burdened by circumstances that no one should ever have to face. I was reading just yesterday about the In-N-Out shooting in Idaho. These unfortunate sce...