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 →
Mandy poured her coffee and retreated to the porch swing. As she listened to the chirring of crickets in the flower garden, she opened her Bible. She was reading the Bible from cover to cover and Song of Solomon was next in line. In preparation for her reading, she had looked up the meaning of Solomon, which is shelomah, translated as “peace.” In her spirit, she felt Solomon must be a prototype of Jesus Christ. She had seen a typology … 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 but 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. Our youngest gal takes … Continue reading →
