Author Archives: Sheila Walsh

Pain is pain | Sheila Walsh, In the Middle of the Mess

When You’re Not Doing-Just-Fine-Thank-You

When You’re Not Doing-Just-Fine-Thank-You

A year before Mum’s death, I was sitting in a departure lounge waiting for my flight to board when that dreaded announcement graced our ears: “The 3:30 p.m. flight to Dallas, Texas, will now depart at 5:40 p.m. Thank you for your patience.” I looked at my fellow passengers and questioned the announcer’s gratitude for

Choosing Gratitude

When Joshua Kaufman survived Hitler’s brutal concentration camp in Dachau, he had only one wish: he wanted to thank one of the United States soldiers who had liberated him. Joshua waited seventy years for that moment… Eighty-nine-year-old Daniel Gillespie was making his way across the street. The soldier who had entered Dachau as a strong,

1 Thessalonians 5:18

Thankful for the Greatest Gift

    Nick Vujicic stood atop a table and faced a room full of mesmerized high school students. Some of them wept silently as they listened to this man who was born with no arms or legs proclaim joyfully, “I love life.”1 If there is anyone who would seem to have a good reason to

What Does the Bible Actually Say about Prayer?

To be a Christian without prayer is no more possible than to be alive without breathing. — Martin Luther Out of curiosity, I decided to Google the word prayer. I couldn’t believe the response — a smorgasbord offered in the name of communion with almighty God. One website detailed a free mini course that would

God can heal and restore

Healing for the Deepest Wounds

She just needed a little money to finish college.
The price was steep, but she reasoned to herself that she wouldn’t pay it for long. She was only ten units away from earning her degree. But the price is always steeper than expected when the Enemy is offering the solution to our problems. Before she knew

Peace is found in Christ. Learn about Sheila Walsh's new book, In the Middle of the Mess.

Peace in the Eye of the Storm

I woke up and reached over to the bedside table for my phone to see what time it was. It was just three o’clock in the morning. I groaned. I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could. I didn’t want to wake my husband or our three little dogs stretched out at the

Miracles in the Middle of the Mess

A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh. — Leonard Cohen, The Favourite Game Here I am, Lord. Everything that’s brought me to this place at this time I offer up to You. I’m holding nothing back. Do with me and through me as You will. Thank You for the honor of

The One Jesus Loves

When I was a child and someone asked me what my name was I would say, “Sheila Davina Walsh.” My mum would tell me time after time that all I really needed to say was, my name is Sheila but that made no sense to my five-year old brain. There are lots of Sheila’s living

A Bottle of Your Tears

When I opened the gift from my friend, I wasn’t quite sure what it was. The small glass bottle was a beautiful cobalt blue, about two inches tall, covered in sliver filigree. I thought it might be a perfume bottle, albeit a very small one, but her note explained that it was actually a tear

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