Everything listed under: Beverly Elliott

  • The Fog

      Last night, my phone lit up with a weather alert for this morning.  Dense fog alert - visibility limited to 1 mile or less. How often we come into a similar season in our life where the future is hidden and we feel swamped and stuck in a fog.  We can barely see more than the next step, if that.  Our future is fogged by the heaviness of what-ifs.  What if the diagnosis is or isn’t true?  What if reconciliation or counseling don’t repair the relationship?  What...

  • Rest

    So after running the Thanksgiving Half and experiencing a few lingering reminders of the day, I think I am hanging up my half-marathon hat. Today on a run I met up with a lovely couple who have a ministry for retiring greyhounds who have also run their last race.  The grace and mercy and warm welcome this couple gives to these brave doggie souls reminds me of the welcome we have available every day and then ultimately at the end of this earth’s race. “Well done, good and faithful servant,” ...

  • Hi, my name is...

    Sometimes I think we walk around with invisible signs hanging around our necks like, "Hi, my name is bad parent, or bad child, or bad husband or wife..." People walk into Tapestry so discouraged at times. The struggles that brought them here seem so never ending that the conflict, pain, and feeling of failure becomes their identity. The constancy of the battle of wills with your child can wear you down over time.

  • Trimming the Tree & Other Traditions

    Trimming the Tree and other Traditions, Atlanta-Style Growing up in Atlanta, I have so many Christmas memories and traditions that our family enjoyed, and later my husband and I tweaked as our own. One of the first I remember is The Pink Pig, which coincided with the Lighting of the Rich’s Department Store tree on Thanksgiving night. The Pigs, first Priscilla, then later Percival as well, seemed roomy enough at the time, were, in fact, very diminutive trains which rode along the ceiling of the t...

  • Of Sheep and Wolfs

        Katherine Wolf, a sheep at heart, trusts her Shepherd. At 31, she recently shared, (www.hopeheals.com) that she is facing her 11th surgery since her AVM rupture in April of 2008. She says this second aneurism hiding in the recesses of her brain, feels like a ticking time bomb...

  • Razorback

      This photo of Schynige Platte is courtesy of TripAdvisor We were hiking a ridge with 1000 ft drop off on one side. Staggering, heart stopping views of Jungfrau, the highest mountain in Switzerland, with just one valley between us far below. Rewind this hike to a couple hours before when we had come to a crossroads...

  • Storm Stories

         Storm Stories. We all have them. The intensity and duration with resulting devastation and destruction or only mild disruption to our lives and days is a variable, more dependent on the circumstances of our birth, geography, race, gender, identity, history and personal resources...

  • Thirty-five degrees and raining…

                    Not exactly my idea of a fun run but I had an emergency yesterday that knocked out my long run for the week, so I thought I’d try and make up for it today. Surprisingly the trail was not as empty as I would have thought. I would guess that most of those out had some form of cabin fever…In any case, there we all were, cold and crazy, enjoying a little fresh air.

  • Living with Joy

     Imagine the TV show, “19 kids and counting” and this would give you some idea what the Elliotts experienced when our family of five brought into our home, seven more girls at Big Oak Ranch. Those days were rich with blessing, spilling over with activity...

  • There’s No Place like Home

    Several years ago my son had a job assignment that took him to Western Siberia. It sounds like a joke but it’s really true! There was a tent city that had been built to accommodate the workers who came from across the country or around the world to build this facility...

  • In God We Trust

        Watching the Dow and daily economic news along with the Presidential campaign while anticipating the upcoming momentous election, I am tempted to get anxious. While running today the following story came to mind.    It was Fall, twenty six years ago when our youngest was four. She and I were going on an adventure together to fly and see cousins in Cincinnati, and we were both very excited.

  • Hope

     On a warm summer night, after prayers and Bible story, four-year old Abby Jane and her parents tip-toed out of the sleepy-eyed two- year- old twins darkened room. Suddenly, Abby Jane spun around and exclaimed, “Santa’s coming tomorrow!”

  • Olympic Parenting

     In watching the Olympics I have so enjoyed seeing the parent interviews and their reactions in the stands as they watch their stellar children’s performances. Their faces reflect the whole gambit of emotions, from excitement and anticipation to agony and pain...