She looked at the bed, aware that with company about to start arriving, she should make it up. But, his outline and his smell are still there. In her grief, she wasn't ready to erase him. He had lovingly called their bed the Memory-Maker. Oh, what a sweet life they had shared! (277 characters) Written... Continue Reading →
There seems to be a light instilled in me Meant to show other people the way To believe in their value and their worth, And to find joy in living each day. It's as if Someone has plugged me in, I can feel the current of urgency To write words that motivate and inspire, As... Continue Reading →
I decided today to learn how to drive a car with a manual transmission. When we travel abroad, only Douglas can drive. Every car we have rented in Portugal and Spain had a manual transmission. This means that even thought the reservations is in my name, Douglas is the only one who can drive the... Continue Reading →
1. What in your opinion is the point of life? I believe that we come into the world to add something needed that no one else can provide. So, the point of life is to use your talents, skills, time, finances, and, most of all your capacity to love, to be a help to someone,... Continue Reading →
Joanie had the worst time buying gifts for her husband, Bill. He liked weird and unique presents, no shirts and ties allowed. She had failed in other years to impress him, so she was determined to find the best gifts this year. Bill liked colorful shirts, so she thought, "Why not colorful socks?" She went... Continue Reading →
You overcame it! Put a feather in your cap! Scream thanks to our God! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt: Feather and Scream.
When John and Susan moved into the suburbs, they did not expect to see wild animals, except maybe squirrels. Then, John created a garden with carrots, tomatoes, strawberries, cucumbers, and green beans. Secure in his belief that the young plants were safe, he did not enclose the garden. Then, one morning as he stood in... Continue Reading →
I took this picture in Portugal at some Roman ruins. I liked the way that the trees had survived much wind and storms, leaning but not broken. Sometimes that how we feel after a time of troubles. Posted for Becca's Sunday Trees #380, February 24, 2019.
I was listening to a song named Loved Heals, and it struck me just how true that has been in my life. Mothers and fathers who live in poverty-stricken areas do not love their children any less than middle-class and wealthy parents. But, the hardships and violence of poverty often takes a psychological as well... Continue Reading →
Another child enters the world, Made in the image of God. One of a kind, unique, and priceless, The little one needs much love, Heaven assigned the task to me. Each day I nurture and adore, Relishing the hard work and the joy. Acrostic Poem written for Saturday Mix, Lucky Dip, from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, February... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 