A panic attack in an unfamiliar parking lot, a rage-filled prayer that ended in surrender, and a fictional woman pulled from a sinkhole all trace the same path: letting go of self-reliance.
Author Archives: Author Heidi Gray McGill
Curaçao Anniversary Trip: 8 Unforgettable Days in Westpunt
Bob and I celebrated my 60th birthday and our 35th anniversary with a week in Westpunt, Curaçao. Sea turtles, shore dives, goats in the road, a very angry crab, and a soup recipe I can’t wait to share.
The Caboose Doesn’t Drive
A grocery store trip taken alone after fifteen years, a fictional character carrying a past that won’t let go of him, and an old illustration about a train car that isn’t allowed to drive. Second in a series on grief and loss.
Being a Burden
A sidewalk collision, a relative who has already planned his own funeral, and a friend who wanted to be needed all point to the same fear. The first post in a new series on grief and loss.
Trusting God’s Provision: What a Pelican in Curaçao Taught Me
A crew of Curaçao fishermen, a hymn, and one well-fed pelican showed me what trusting God’s provision looks like.
What a Red Leaf Taught Me About Seasons
A single red leaf on dry pavement became an answer to prayer, and a reminder that seasons that look empty from the outside might just be waiting.
Share the Burden: What 1 Timothy 5 Says About Community
A homemade card arrived at exactly the right moment, and it reminded me that God never meant for any of us to carry our hardest seasons alone. In 1 Timothy 5, Paul shows us what it looks like to actually live that out, together.
Vision of My Heart: A Discerning God’s Best Series Review
One reader fell so deeply into Vision of My Heart that she wasn’t ready to say goodbye to Serafina and Connor. See why this reader review of the Discerning God’s Best series finale is convincing readers to pick up their copy today.
When Discouragement Talks You Into a Bad Plan
When the diagnosis was hard and the season was already heavy, I did what David did. I said it in my heart instead of asking God. Here is what that cost him, and what it is costing me.
The Day We Simply Prayed
Twenty-five years ago, two mothers on a phone call had no answers for what was happening. They had only each other’s voices, and the choice to pray instead of panic.