I drove to her house that day with a flood of emotion. I was on my way to make a visit, to minister to someone who was awaiting a very difficult diagnosis, but in truth, I needed ministering to myself. I was fighting my own inner battle...Keep Reading

We were standing in line at the check out, waiting for our turn, when the usual scenario began to play out. I was mentally tallying up the cost of milk and eggs, trying to decide if I should wait to buy batteries next month, and desperately trying to remember what I just knew I had forgotten from my list…when my children began to appeal for a treat. I absent-mindedly answered them, reminding them that Christmas was right around the corner and their stockings would soon be filled with more goodies and toys than they could ever need. Until then, it would be good for them to wait. Unaware that anyone was listening in, I was startled when the lady in front of us offered to buy the children each a candy of their choice...Keep Reading

As I write this, my family and I are on “holiday” at one of our favorite places in all the world…Oak Island, North Carolina. We love this place not so much for what it is, but rather for the memories it holds for us. My husband came here as a boy with his family. Many years later, he brought along a young girl who was absolutely smitten with him and would later become his wife. In turn, we have brought our own little ones over the years…visiting all our familiar spots, taking all the same pictures, and watching time do its bittersweet work as our children grow and change. ...Keep Reading

I knew what she was trying to do...Keep Reading

All summer long I have been the spectator to a nest full of baby swallows. As they emerged from their eggs with feathers matted down, they were completely helpless and fragile. They had nothing to offer the world by way of contribution except for noise and endless mess. ...Keep Reading

I was sitting across from him on the couch, trying to make him understand...Keep Reading

The events of that April morning are forever etched in my memory. It was 6:30 a.m. when my phone rang. At this point in our lives just the sound of the phone ringing was enough to take my breath away. My husband placed his hand on mine as if to steady me for whatever may come next. “Hello?” “Hey, Sis, it’s me,” my brother’s tired voice met my ear. “Her breathing’s changed. If you want to be here, you better come on. I don’t think we have much time.”...Keep Reading

I love the 73rd Psalm...Keep Reading

Welcome to Corrie's Corner. This blog is a compilation of the articles written by Pastor's wife, Corrie Mooneyham, and originally published in the monthly Chapel Chimes. We will add to the blog as time allows and as new articles are available. We hope you enjoy these poignant, encouraging and sometimes funny writings....Keep Reading

I remember that morning well. I was sitting at my usual table, waiting for my shift to start at the small coffee shop where I was employed, when she walked in. To say that she was a difficult customer was an understatement to those of us responsible for serving her. My fellow employees and I had our own version of “drawing straws” to see who would have the unfortunate task of taking her order. I remember thinking, “Why does she even come here? She seems to hate everything.”...Keep Reading