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 busily turned the bacon in the pan, retrieved the eggs from the frig, set the butter out to soften, and opened the jar of fruit juice. The grandchildren are here. Time for a real breakfast. A break from cereal, … Continue reading
For many years, George and Ida had talked about “crossing the bridge.” George’s dad “crossed the bridge” eighteen years ago; his mom eight years later. Friends were almost all over eighty and the time had come for them to cross … Continue reading
Alli had just stepped out to the hall when the gun shots rang out. Pow! Dave, Steph, and Jared quickly hid under the desks. Waiting! Waiting! Alli with her estranged husband who was threatening her at gun point entered … Continue reading