It was an ordinary day at Roland’s house. Anna would fix his breakfast and fluff his chair. After his coffee, she would assist him to the mailbox. But first, she’d watch as he stuffed his pockets full of Bible promises. Some he had hand written, and some were typed. Each morning, he pulled a handful out of a large mason jar and dropped them into a ceramic dish. Roland’s eyesight wasn’t what it used to be, so Anna read most … Continue reading →
“I miss our old church,” my husband said, “especially the music.” “You do?” I said. “Yes.” “But you never participated….” “Yes I did.” “How so?” “I’d pray and say, ‘Lord I’m here. If You want to come and sit with me, I would like that.” “Did He sit with you?” My husband looked upward, “Sometimes… And I miss that.” I had misjudged my husband—badly! During services he never took notes; I took copious notes—and organized them. After services, when the … Continue reading →
The aroma of horse hair overwhelmed me as I buried my face in Princess’ mane. She grasped my ponytail scrunchie with her muzzle, slid it off, and waved it triumphantly. If a horse could laugh, she was doing it. This was a deliberate move on her part to cheer me up. I would have joined her celebratory disposition, but I knew we only had days together. I was moving out of state, and she would not be travelling with us. … Continue reading →
The reflection of blue lights flashed in my rear-view mirror. Embarrassed, I pulled over. “Ma’am, can you explain why you were speeding?” “I wasn’t paying attention.” I knew not knowing my speed was no excuse. I was responsible for operating my vehicle safely. The officer ticketed me and I went my way. When I got home, I looked up the potential consequences: one-year revocation of license, lawyer costs, court costs, insurance points…. I felt nauseous. Rather than worrying further, I … Continue reading →
As my car crawled along the automated car wash track, my thoughts drifted to times past, when my husband and I would take our children through the car wash for the express purpose of playing, “Watch the Bubbles.” “Daddy, my bubble is racing yours!” our son would say. “Mine is turning swishy circles!” our daughter would say. I stroked my silver-steaked hair and prayed, “God, why do I still want to watch bubbles? My children are driving their own cars … Continue reading →
I thought it would be easy to navigate my way to the expressway from my new job, but I was not familiar with the neighborhood. To further my confusion, a few street signs were missing. The only sure landmark I had was a child’s soccer ball left in a yard. After passing the ball three times, I pulled my car to the side of the road, wiped sweat from my palms, and prayed. “God, please direct me. I want to … Continue reading →
Recently, while I was worshiping, I closed my eyes, and saw Jesus’ eyes as Lion’s eyes. I was taken aback, and so I asked Him to show me again. He didn’t. It was just one glimpse, and that was it. Immediately, I knew He was revealing Himself as the Lion of Judah. I thought about this for days. His eyes were amazing! In Revelation 5:5b KJV, John the Disciple writes, “Behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root … Continue reading →
The LORD thy God in the midst of thee is mighty. Zephaniah 3:17a Dad stood behind me, dabbing oil paint on the canvas. My hand rest atop his, so it felt like I was painting, but I knew who held the brush. Soon, Dad slid his hand away, and I grasped the brush. His hand was still underneath mine so I still felt confident. Before I knew it, he was smiling, with his hand to his chin. Occasionally I’d ask … Continue reading →
Every morning, I prepare breakfast for our three dogs. I rotate feeding them each morsel from a designated doggie fork. Occasionally, one dog will rise. If I say, “sit,” the dog will listen only if I preface this with her name. Otherwise she assumes I’m speaking to another pack member. Our senior pooch looks forward to breakfast time the most, so she stomps her feet the entire time to make sure I notice her. The youngest gal takes each … Continue reading →
Slip ‘n slides… They provided swift and energetic water rides for my sister and me during childhood. Mom would sprinkle a few drops of dish soap onto our plastic slide, hook up the hose, and away we’d go. Dad would swoop us up at the other side, and we’d run towards Mom, ready for another go-round. Soon, neighbor kids would hear us, and they would slide with us down the slippery slope. It’s easy to slide downhill on a slip … Continue reading →
