Tippy
By: Tonya Stevenson
All of our kids have had special dogs. They got that love from their father. Our middle daughter, Tavia had one really...
TNT For The Lord
By: Tonya Stevenson
We saw a sign along the remote highway, “Hay for sale.” Needing hay we stopped to get the number. Ultimately, we would...
Our Very Present Help In Time Of Trouble
By: Tonya Stevenson
When I was sixteen, my Mom left her third husband and our beloved mountain valley, moving south to chase the GRA (Girls...
Before They Call He will answer
By: Tonya Stevenson
One August afternoon my aunt called, “Tonya, Jim had a tree fall on him. It killed him.”
“Jim! Jim who?” There were lots...
The Heavens Declare the Glory of God
By: Tonya Stevenson
Tonight it was already dark before I got out, to bring in my milk cow for my bummed calf to suck. Ellie...
Out Of Joint?
By: Tonya Stevenson
Families pass things down, good and bad. One of the genetic defects of our family was riding rough stock. Mom handed that...
My First Love
By: Tonya Stevenson
I was a most blessed little girl. At three days old I was introduced to the best friend a little girl could...
The Jeep
By: Tonya Stevenson
(This is my husband’s story.)
In the spring of 1979, on a Saturday night my cousin Rick and I, hit town to go...
My Favorite Branding Memory
By: Tonya Stevenson
Branding, is a busy season of the year, full of hard work that starts many days before the branding. There were the...
How precious the Light
By: Tonya Stevenson
I grew up in smothering hopeless evil darkness. I feel God is leading me to tell you one story of that darkness...