Earlier that day she had gone to visit a friend who was going through a tough time. He took her out for coffee and a cinnamon bun. Actually it was John’s cinnamon bun, but Annie ate most of it. She was starving. There was a sign there in the coffee shop. It was a smallContinue reading “OVE“
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Stumbling With Blistered Feet
Decades later, Ruth’s daughter Annie lay on the couch, exhausted. Lately she’d been running a marathon, working so hard on herself to be a better person and truly believing she was relying on her Jesus to heal. but not understanding the full force of rest in the Lord. Two hours after she lay down herContinue reading “Stumbling With Blistered Feet”
Track and Field
The woman’s voice whispered in the night as she stood at her grandson’s bedroom door, filling their heads with her words. Much later she stood outside her granddaughter’s door and just shook her head, “Please Jesus, just let them get some sleep,” she whispered. The girls had been up for hours playing and disrupting theContinue reading “Track and Field”
Duck, Duck, Goose
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Mikey Use to Eat Anything
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The Raven Catharsis
Originally posted on Purple Pennies:
This will be a memorable road trip, I thought, as I was driving down the street admiring the bittersweet beauty of the Garry Oak’s shedding their leaves in a? final burst of red, orange and yellow glory.? My sister and I were traveling four hours away to fling my mother’s…
The Old Crow
This will be a memorable road trip, I thought, as I was driving down the street admiring the bittersweet beauty of the Garry Oak’s shedding their leaves in a final burst of red, orange and yellow glory. My sister and I were traveling four hours away to fling my mother’s ashes into infinity at theContinue reading “The Old Crow“
Mom Note
The death of a child is the greatest pain of all. And what is it like to watch your child die over and over at the poke of a needle? Hearing the lies and seeing the anger, witnessing the despair and abject poverty are all a part of an all too familiar life. Watching himContinue reading “Mom Note”
Well . . .
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Digital Devils
Worry knocked at the door this morning Not one to get into mourning I choose not to bite Didn’t want another fight With my conscience. I am clean of dirty shame I am clean of my self-inflicted pain It’s a brand new day Where I choose to play A game with my thoughts. For everyContinue reading “Digital Devils“
