Becky Melby

About Becky Melby

Wisconsin resident Becky Melby is the author of the Lost Sanctuary Series and a dozen other contemporary fiction titles. Married for 43 years, mother of four, grandmother to fifteen, Becky thrives on writing, reading, camping, rides on the back of a silver Gold Wing, and time with family. Connect with her at her website or Facebook.

The FIRST First

The FIRST First

Teeth brushed. Bed made. Husband kissed. Exercise clothes on. Tea cup in hand. And the battle begins. The author podcast I listened to last week said the only way to make consistent progress on your novel is to make writing the first thing you do every morning. Best time of the day to exercise? Most […]

Just Sit

Just Sit

Earlier this week I was talking to some writer friends about my first zipline experience and the post I wrote for my blog about the lessons God taught me. Thought I’d share a few today.   In 2015, we were blessed to take part in a mission trip to Belize. Most of our ministering took place […]

Searching for Sea Glass

Searching for Sea Glass

I stood bare-footed on the beach, gazing at the smooth line where teal water met brilliant blue sky. Lord, what an incredible world you created. The rhythm of waves created a soundtrack for this moment of worship. Each lap ushered in a fresh display of shells. Some stayed, some drifted back with the retreating wave. The ever-changing […]

Deleting Stupid

Deleting Stupid

This past week in our small group we got to talking about how we need to extend a bit more grace to ourselves. One of the men in the group had dropped a plastic water jug on his tile floor. The jug broke . . .and so did his self-control. I’m guessing you know the […]

I Long to See You . . .

I Long to See You . . .

It sounds like a line in a Valentine, doesn’t it? We can imagine a soldier penning “I long to see you” to his true love back home. In truth, these are words straight out of a love letter–a letter written by the Apostle Paul to “all in Rome who are loved by God and called to […]

Quiet Times in a Noisy World

Quiet Times in a Noisy World

I read an interesting statement in Oswald Chambers’ My Utmost for His Highest this week: “Quiet days with God may be a snare.” I had to read it over and ponder this a bit. Out of context, it makes no sense. Wouldn’t quiet days spent in prayer and worship be a good thing? Shouldn’t we […]

Are You Ready for Bethlehem?

Are You Ready for Bethlehem?

I read somewhere that rolls of papyrus were sometimes up to 33 feet long. Mary could have made some pretty looong lists for her trip to Bethlehem, but I’m guessing hers was pretty simple: Water Bread Olives Cheese lentils Dried fruit Flour Olive oil Lamp Extra tunic Sleeping mats Swaddling bands Square cloth Salt (Two […]

Said the Sparrow

Said the Sparrow

My mother passed away five years ago. Today would have been her 99th birthday. Last year I wrote a post called As My Mom Thinketh. This year, I want to share a few more nuggets from her 93 years of experience and wisdom. I am blessed to have my mom’s journals, scrapbooks, and calendars with […]

Waiting Well

Waiting Well

Our small group is doing a Kyle Idleman video study called “The End of Me.” Thursday night we watched a testimony of a woman who knew God had called her to minister in a certain area, but after she got “the call,” she waited on God in prayer for a year and a half before […]

Keep Your Eyes on the Source

Keep Your Eyes on the Source

Ever have those times when you wonder if you’re really being of any use in the kingdom? You look at others who are pouring their lives into service and ask, “And what am I doing?” I’ve had a season of doubts like that. Two weeks ago, my husband and I were blessed by a visit […]

I have to confess, Lord . . .

I have to confess, Lord . . .

I have to confess, Lord, there are days when this time with you feels like sacrifice. These moments I dedicate each morning to sit and talk with the Creator of the Universe feel like duty instead of privilege. My to-do list calls to me. I have words to write, clothes to iron, bread to bake. […]

Aging Grace-full-y

Aging Grace-full-y

I’ve always had a fascination for objects that have been around a long time. I pick up a silver spoon, slanted at the tip from years of stirring, and wonder about my grandmother’s favorite dishes, about the incredible meals she made from next to nothing when times were tough and her pastor husband hadn’t been […]

Take a Risk

Take a Risk

My husband studied the weather radar. “We’ll be cutting it close,” he said. We looked at each other, smiled, and didn’t need words. The unspoken communication said, “Let’s go for it!” So we hopped on the motorcycle and drove forty minutes north to our son’s house. We had a great visit, playing with our five grandsons, […]

Facing the Unknown

Facing the Unknown

Some years back, two of my sons and a friend were camping in Missouri. One night, they heard a rustling in the brush. The noise grew louder, closer. And then it stopped. The next night around dusk, they heard it again. What was it? You can imagine the campfire talk: “It could be a wild […]

Fight for Joy

Fight for Joy

I woke yesterday morning to a fresh, white world, snow sparkling like diamonds. Not the kind of beauty I really wanted to see in the second week of April, but still something to appreciate. And then came the text: Feel like a road trip? Coming from anyone else, I would have wondered what adventure awaited. Coming […]

Because of Brokenness

Because of Brokenness

My electric teapot had been a little bit broken for a long time. The hinge on the lid was stuck and because it couldn’t close all the way, it didn’t shut off automatically. Being easily distracted, I needed that feature! One day while I was cleaning it, the top fell right off. Now it was really broken. […]

Joy Bubbles

Joy Bubbles

I was in a strange place, surrounded by people I didn’t know. I didn’t want to be there. And then a memory flashed–my mom, talking about her joy bubble. My mother was an RN, the nurse on charge in her unit. Not everyone appreciated her authority and there were times the resistance got too much for […]

Craving Sparkle

Craving Sparkle

As a little girl, I loved all things sparkly. One of my clearest memories is of a pair of dress-up high heels—silver straps, clear plastic heels with jewels and glitter suspended inside. I’m now in the closet sparkle phase. I wear comfy clothes and practical shoes and live in a home with Mission style furniture. But I walk […]