Jane Ault


  • Becoming Slow to Anger
    I stood in front of my closet with fists closed and jaws clenched. “OOOOH! GRRRR!” I said. In a moment my husband appeared. Looking puzzled. “What’s the matter?” he asked in a soft voice. “Nothing! I’m just angry.”“Can I help? Do you want to talk?” “No. I’m learning to become slow to anger.” I knew […]
  • “Grief is not neat and orderly”
    “Let me show you something,” my husband said, pointing to a message on his cell phone. What I read went something like this– “I don’t know if you’ve heard, pastor, that my wife_______is close to death.” I put down the phone. Tears formed in my eyes. I sighed and started walking, wiping away the tears. […]
  • A Morning Prayer
    It’s been five months since I’ve posted anything on this site. I am returning today with this short poem of encouragement. A Morning Prayer Thank you, Father, for your goodness. Thank you, Jesus, for your grace. Thank you, Spirit, for your presence. You are here in this place. I wake with this knowledge. It brings […]