Meadow Rue Merrill is an award-winning writer, contributing magazine editor and mom of six–including Ruth, who was adopted from Uganda. Meadow doesn’t wear a clerical collar. She didn’t graduate from seminary, but she believes that God is intimately involved in her everyday life, an experience she shares in her weekly newspaper column, “Faith Notes.” Please subscribe to connect!
Ruth was 16-months old when she arrived in Maine from an orphanage in Uganda. She couldn’t sit up, roll over or lift her head. In seven years Ruth never spoke a word, yet her life spoke volumes about the importance of family, the meaning of faith, and the power of love. “Redeeming Ruth” is her story.
Faith Notes: Words that Encourage
Life is often rough, mine included. Some days seem designed to crush your hopes and dreams. Faith Notes are brief, Scripture-inspired meditations that are meant to encourage. Each Monday I offer a new reflection based on what God is doing in my everyday life. You can also find Faith Notes on Fridays in The Times Record. Or subscribe to have it delivered to your in-box.
My husband, Dana, and I welcomed our first child in our mid-twenties. It was wonderful and rewarding, and we treasured our little son, gleefully watching his every move, showing him off to neighbors, and reading him the original “Winnie the Pooh” before he could sit up. But I was lonely too.read more
Last week my husband, Dana, and I drove our nearly 17-year-old son to a four-day basketball camp in preparation for upcoming tryouts for the team at his top-choice college. Echoing in my ears, were my son’s words to me a couple of days before. “If I’m not good enough,” he said. “Everything I’ve worked for my whole life will be wasted.”read more
Among the things I most enjoy about having children is what they teach me about God.
My 6-year-old son still searches for me first thing when he wakes up each morning with a request for “a good morning hug and a kiss.” Although, since we got chickens, I’ve had to share that honor with his orange and black hen, Gold Midnight.
Sometimes it feels that we can do little to stop the violence and hatred. Whether in our own country or far away, there is so much strife and misunderstanding, such fear. It is easy to become paralyzed. How can we, with our little efforts, bring lasting change?read more
I wasn’t going to read the news reports on the murders at the Bangladeshi café. I was scanning the paper last Sunday morning when I saw the headline on the siege at the Dhaka bakery and passed right over it, not wanting to see one more bloody, terrifying image of pure hate. But the horror was so overwhelming, I found myself reading anyway.read more
It is a terrible time, when you have to talk to your children about what to do if they are confronted with a shooter. When you discover that another depraved, hate-fueled attack has shattered lives again, here in Florida or in a Nigerian village or the battered towns of Syria.read more