I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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I’ve peeked through this door before, It’s a land where children dwell. I was not allowed to enter I was not born alive and well. I never learned to eat or walk Never heard my mother talk. I guess they … Continue reading
In Leviticus 20, God’s judgement is made plain for both “the man who offers his child” and “the man who looks on and does nothing.” I am a “man” (woman) who looks on. I am raising my voice against the … Continue reading
I was picking up things strewn aside after the grandchildren had left along with some shoes I had been wearing and putting them all on the walker to carry to the other room. I had picked up the doll first. … Continue reading
Claire checked the note again. Number four from bottom on right. Long hair. Her name is Chantay. Holding back tears, Claire smiled. The parents had kept the name Claire had given the two-hour-old baby with Claire’s DNA. The baby … Continue reading
Mazie Horono’s words: “I just left 60 eighth graders from a public school in Hawaii, and I told them I was coming to a rally in front of the Supreme Court, and they said, ‘Why?’” Hirono said. “I said it’s … Continue reading
No open-minded person can see a picture of a baby in the womb and argue that it is not a baby – a human baby! That a man can make that legal – even allowing for the mother to give … Continue reading
…. One side sits in stony silence as the other side whoops for joy. The silence is momentary, then a loud angry roar erupts. The crowd is in mayhem but I don’t really care. The ref made a mistake, but … Continue reading
Life was hard for Talak. The fields did not produce enough harvest; he had too many mouths to feed; he was not as strong as he used to be; he could not provide little tidbits of luxury for his wife … Continue reading
Unborn child of mine: As cells knit themselves into the tiny being you are, so the love of you weaves itself into my heart. ************** Psalm 139:13 “…you knit me together in my mother’s womb…” https://adelectablelife.com/2018/06/24/weekly-writing-prompt-60-weave/