Lanier Ivester

When I was eight years old I discovered an old typewriter in my parents’ storage house, which I hauled out and set up on my blue and white desk and promptly began work on the next Great American Novel. (Don’t look for it in the stores—it was replaced by a historical epic set in the colonial West Indies. And that one eventually gave way to the inevitable Gothic romance…) I’ve literally been writing ever since, though I’ve upgraded to a laptop (and, no, I don’t type much better than I did when I was eight) and traded in (most) of my ‘high-faluting mumbo jumbo’ for a rapturous chronicle of the Beauty and Truth and Goodness of the God of my life.

  • Dreaming of Spring

    Lanier Ivester 3 Minute Read

    I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Day after day of dour February weather makes me sullen and cross. I hardly realize it’s…

  • Hearts and Flowers

    Lanier Ivester 5 Minute Read

    My husband and I were having a lively discussion with friends the other night over the observance of Valentines Day. The consensus of the guys rested heavily on the notion that they dislike the compulsion of this so-called ‘Hallmark Holiday’ and that women just enjoy any excuse for getting presents. The wives of said gentlemen…

  • A Word in Due Season

    Lanier Ivester 3 Minute Read

    As is my customary habit, I asked the Lord at the spring of this New Year to give me a word for 2006–a particular Scripture that appealed to my spirit and carried a vision, however dim, for the days to come. I have been literally amazed in years past to see what bearing these verses…

The End.

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