Monthly Archives: August 2018
JOIN ME IN PRAYER
(I had prepared this prayer for use in my Sunday morning class. I have asked God to help me with a blog today. This is the only answer in my heart. Perhaps he will touch you to pray this with … Continue reading
SIZE OF A HOUSE DOES NOT MAKE A HOME
YARD SALE TODAY – ANTIQUES, COLLECTIBLES, MEMORABILIA Someone had hand painted a picture on a mirror. Curious, I picked it up. Note on back: OUR HOME 1928-1936. SHARECROPPED FOR EDWARDS. CYRUS & LUCY BORN HERE. JUDITH LIVED WITH US. HAPPY … Continue reading
NO LONGER TABOO
She had played the harlot; No one knew. She didn’t wear the scarlet A, But her heart was tinged with scarlet dust. ************* image: unsplash M’s August Prompt “tinged with scarlet dust” https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/08/01/august-writing-prompts/
PEACE not PANIC
I posted this three years ago. I believe it bears repeating. The very fact that God revealed himself as Jehovah-shalom (the God of Peace) indicates that his plan is to be with one in trouble instead of insulating … Continue reading
RUN TO OR RUN FROM
Coward or hero? Discovered in circumstance By actions taken. ************* image: unsplash https://ronovanwrites.com/2018/08/27/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-216-herocoward/
WILL I MAKE HEADLINE NEWS?
Airliner down, 385 people drowned! If I were one who drowned at sea Would anybody think of me? I have no medals to show my worth. Nothing left of value to this earth. No one to sit upon the shore … Continue reading
STALWART PEOPLE GOT US HERE
Written by Grandma in 1934, Denver, CO. July 25th – I was five months old. I guess this was my mother’s grandma. The people she mentions are my great grandparents and their siblings. She is writing to family in Kansas. … Continue reading
THE RUN-AWAY – SOMEBODY’S “PICK”
Okay, friends, there is not really a poster. Sometimes you believe me even when I write fiction so I want to clarify. Just some thoughts coming together with a compassion for run-a-ways and their families. I wrote something recently about … Continue reading
SPEAKING IN OTHER TONGUES
The crush, the victory and the passion displayed by Christ’s death on the cross is heavy on me this morning. Charles Dickens: “Bearing his Cross, upon his shoulder, like the commonest and most wicked criminal, our blessed Saviour, Jesus Christ, … Continue reading
THE HUSH OF THE WIND
The storm rages within, at the rush of the wind. It’s now a gale, far past a breeze. Blowing hats off ladies, and leaves off trees. Tumbling winds … Continue reading
Sweet aroma 