Sharing stories of faith
She stands at a precipice, Looking into a vast, dark stretch of nothingness, Searching for something…. Anything…. A sign…. ***** Every step that brought her to this place blurred the myriad choices that fed her confusion and numbed her senses. Her scars grew thicker until they became a barrier to common sense. Now, only two … Read more No one heard?
And on the morrow, when they were come from Bethany, He was hungry: And seeing a fig tree afar off having leaves, He came, if haply He might find any thing thereon: and when He came to it, He found nothing but leaves; for the time of figs was not yet. And Jesus answered and … Read more Are you like this fig tree?
She doesn’t dance in the rain; But she likes the scent of rain— That derilously delicious blend of wet grass, ground, and sky. See the problem here?— When she prays, how does she ask for that cocktail without the rain? Also, it’s generally accepted counsel to dance in the rain. But she sinks deeper into … Read more To pray for rain or not?
This is the second part of Promise me life, a continuation of Rebecca’s story in Freedom? If you missed it, you can begin the story here. Or get Freedom? here. ***** Rebecca opened her eyes to find Ruby praying. Ruby looked like she was in agony of spirit…. It was almost like she was trying to make a … Read more Promise me life (3)
This is the second part of Promise me life, a continuation of Rebecca’s story in Freedom? If you missed it, you can begin the story here. Or get Freedom? here. ***** Some wounds take longer to heal, and some scars, we might have to carry for the rest of our lives. But like her mother always … Read more Promise me life (2)
This is a continuation of Rebecca’s story in Freedom? If you missed it, you can begin the story here. Or get the complete story here. ***** Rebecca knew that story well. She had lived it long enough. Countless times, she had woken up with that sharp, distinct, metallic taste in her mouth — it was … Read more Promise me life
The preacher’s wife came to church today with a black eye. We all had thoughts and opinions that we shared in whispers with each other, but no one would say anything where it really mattered. Because… what do you say? But more than a few of us could not resist staring— Some of the looks … Read more The Preacher’s battle