Author Archives: Becky Daye
The One About My Daddy
My Daddy was a singer. He led hymns from the pulpit while the piano or organ was playing nearly every Sunday morning of my growing up years. I can still hear his strong tenor voice in my head when we sing a hymn that he loved. Every once in awhile, he would sing a solo. I would see the sheet […]
Make Much of God
When the days are bleak with no hint of sun, make much of God. His mercies are new every morning. When you feel like you can’t carry on, make much of God. He will carry you through. When you feel overwhelmed, like the weight of the world is on your shoulders, make much of God. He will give you rest. […]
When the Waves Crash All Around Me
I was at the doctor’s office the other day, a recurring theme of late. I have had some health issues that seem to be the result of lousy genetics. My parents passed on an incredible legacy of faith to me for which I am eternally grateful, but cancer and heart issues are rampant in my family history (to be clear, […]
Things I Will Always Say Yes To
Ice cream on a hot day (who am I kidding? Yes to ice cream always!) Hugs, snuggles, holding hands One more chapter Coffee with friends Adventure, travel, exploring Taking another picture Singing loudly, quietly, in harmony S’mores at a campfire Listening to my husband play guitar Trying something new Catching fireflies Star gazing Watching my kids dance, sing, play soccer, […]
It IS Well With My Soul
Dear Daddy, It’s been nine years. Nine years since I heard your voice. Nine years since I saw your smile. Nine years since I kissed your cheek and hugged you tight. Nine Father’s Days without you. They say time heals all wounds, but I am learning that there are some wounds that don’t need to heal. I don’t want to […]
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