by Marie | Devotionals, Faith, Fathers, Marie Wells Coutu, Memories, Mended Vessels, Scars, Such a Moment, Thankfulness, Truth
As an author, I write characters with wounds and scars. Often those occurred in childhood, they are usually invisible, and they resulted in a lie (or lies) the character believes that affects his or her actions in adulthood. Just like real life. I’m sure I have...
by Marie | Advice, Expectations, Faith, Life, Marie Wells Coutu, Memories, Mended Vessels, Mothers, Such a Moment, Words
Advice your mother gave you stays with you all your life, right? When I was a college freshman and going on a spring break trip to New York City with friends, my mother sent me off with this advice: “Remember who you are and what you represent.” At the...
by Marie | Faith, Fathers, Gratitude, Joy, Life, Marie Wells Coutu, Memories, Names of God, security, Such a Moment
With Father’s Day less than two weeks away, my thoughts drift back to one of my favorite childhood memories of my daddy. I had fallen and cut my knee open on a gravel driveway. Today, the injury would probably warrant stitches but our family had no insurance and...
by Marie | Devotionals, Eternity, Faith, Life, Marie Wells Coutu, Memories, Such a Moment
I should have gone. I could have gone. But I was too timid. Now I regret that I did not attend that once-in-a-lifetime event. I wasn’t expected. No one noticed that I wasn’t there. But it would have given me bragging rights. Is my regret for not...
by Marie | Billy Graham, Cross, Devotionals, Faith, Marie Wells Coutu, Memories, Such a Moment
Thousands, perhaps millions, of words have been written about the impact of Billy Graham’s life, especially in the last few days since he went home to be with the Lord on February 21. There’s little I can add other than a few of the precious memories from...
by Marie | Beginnings, Devotionals, Faith, Goals, Growth, Learn, Life, Marie Wells Coutu, Memories, Such a Moment
Temperatures in the 90s. Humidity just as high. Sweat–excuse me, perspiration–pouring into my eyes. Plugs in my ears insufficient to drown out the noise. Why was I here? I don’t even care about auto racing. I didn’t know any of the drivers. I...
