Evelyn Mason Wells: The Fruit of Peace
Sitting in the red Adirondack chair, enjoying the quiet of my surroundings, my heart, and soul overflowing with a peace I have felt only when resting in the presence of the Holy Spirit. …
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Diane Virginia: “Leave It To Beaver” Family
Becca longed for the simple life. She wished she could transport herself onto the set of “Leave it to Beaver.” But she knew this was just make-believe. Families weren’t that loving, marriages weren’t that kind, and children didn’t obey their parents. Or, was that the illusion? Could Becca’s family be healed? “God,” Becca prayed, “Can my family experience Your peace?” She poured coffee and opened her Bible. The sun’s first rays glimmered through the kitchen window. “Can I…?” Becca’s son … Continue reading →
Diane Virginia: Beloved Solomon’s Kiss
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 →
Maria Henriksen: Finding Peace to Overcome
As a writer, I faced challenges when I was ready to publish my book. With each stage, I experienced issues that felt monumental. It was almost unbearable. Yet, here I am, a published author of a novel that was inspired by God. How did I get to this point? It took perseverance, tenacity, and faith in God’s promises. Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will … Continue reading →
Diane Virginia: Mary’s Song
While shoppers hurried into the mall to escape the winter winds, I was acutely aware of one man who, instead, was ambling to the entrance, methodically tapping his cane. He touched the door. Then he paced ten steps away. Dropping to his knees, he placed his hat on the ground for tips and pulled an instrument from his tattered jacket. With recorder flute in hand, the man played Silent Night, The First Noel, and Drummer Boy. I was enthralled by … Continue reading →
