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About Ellen Chauvin

Ellen pens her stories from the Bayou Country of South Louisiana, but her heart and birthplace are in Mississippi. She’s a Southern Belle through and through. When not writing, you can find Ellen digging in the flower beds, relaxing on her back porch, or traveling with hubby John.

Ellen has loved writing since high school, but this passion lay dormant for many decades. When her mom passed away in 2011,Ellen felt the Lord urging her to write her stories, stories that help her see His faithfulness in her ordinary, every day life.

She is passionate about scripture and shares the truth of God’s word at Ellen Chauvin (dot) com. It is there that she encourages ordinary women to walk in extraordinary faith.

Ellen has contributed to Deeper Waters, The Laundry Moms, The Consilium and The Message, a study magazine published annually by the women’s department of WEGOM, a non denominational evangelistic organization in
Nigeria.

Is Your Quiet Time…Quiet?

almost bare tree against foggy background | Caption - God, do you hear me?“You’re quiet. Are you mad at me?”

“I haven’t heard from you today. Is everything ok?”

“No one is saying anything. I wonder if I should peek. Maybe I’m the only one with my head still bowed.”

It’s funny how silences bother us. At a home prayer meeting recently, our pastor advised us that there may be times when no one prays. Don’t be uncomfortable in those silent times, he said. Hmm, I’ll try.

At home, my husband sits with the iPad and doesn’t say a word for half an hour. Or my friend hasn’t called or e-mailed for a day or two. I wonder if I’ve done something wrong. I wonder if they’re mad at me. I need words of affirmation to know everything is a-o-k.

More often than I care to admit, it’s the same with me and my time with God. I don’t feel like I’ve heard from Him. I rarely get that special “Rhema” word. He’s silent, and I wonder if He hears me at all. I wonder if everything is ok.

Is everything ok? Find out by reading the rest of the story from Ellen Chauvin.

When You Think You Can Make It

When-think-U-can-Make-it“Granny!” He called as he burst through the back door. He spread his arms wide and planted his little feet shoulder width apart, inviting me to look at the wetness running down his pants.

He stood before me in complete surrender, showing me his most embarrassing moment. Knowing I was the only one who could make things better. He didn’t try to hide. He knew he needed help.

“I thought I could make it, but I didn’t.” His voice trailed off, disappointment written all over his young face.

Learn the rest of the story at EllenChauvin.com.

Grace And the Good Samaritan

Grace-floods“In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of His grace which He lavished on us…” Ephesians 1:7-8a (NASB)

I shrieked at him, pounding his desk with my tightly clenched fist. I was trying to make a point. I felt entitled to my sense of outrage, and wanted him to know. It was quite an exclamation mark.

Did I mention he was my boss? I screamed at my boss. AND pounded his desk.

What was I thinking? Obviously, I wasn’t.

When five o’clock rolled around, I rushed out the door, eager to be in the peace and quiet of my home.

A few minutes after pulling onto the highway, my tire started to scream.

Read the rest of the story at EllenChauvin.com.

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