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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How is this for political disarray? Isaiah 3:4-5 “I will make boys their officials; mere children will govern them. People will oppress each other – man against man, neighbor against neighbor. The young will rise up against the … Continue reading
“When you do more than you get paid for eventually you’ll be paid for more than you do.”- Zig Ziglar. (A re-blog from two years ago.) I am against a minimum wage; I know that sounds harsh but . . . … Continue reading
Beautiful! Perfect health! Danger creeps insidiously. Mesmerizing ashes grow longer. Death! Trying an “Elfje” as described by Mandibelle16. Picture prompt Woman Smoking Cigarette. Word prompt: “tapping her cigarette” https://mandibelle16.wordpress.com/2017/10/09/octpowrimo-day-9saturday-mix-poem-elfjies-smoke-baby-amwriting-poetry-saturdaymix/
“When you do more than you get paid for eventually you’ll be paid for more than you do.”- Zig Ziglar. I am against a minimum wage; I know that sounds harsh but . . . hear me out, please. In … Continue reading
Sally was a teenager who had run away from home after having siphoned off a large amount of her family’s money. Sort of a classic case of teen rebellion. I put her story on a computer-designed greeting card telling what … Continue reading
“Nobody’s ever loved me like you do,” said the orange-clad girl as she sat with little bare feet drawn up in the chair in the chaplain’s office at the County jail. Innocent looking yellow curls framed a troubled face. Her … Continue reading
The soldier had been on the bus six hours when the girl sat beside him. “Where you going?” he asked. “To college,” she replied. Time was long; they chatted the forty miles to her destination. Driver called, “Unload for twenty … Continue reading