I feel vulnerable at times, Too scared to take risks. But your love, Lord, empowers me, So I walk on mountaintops. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt from Sammi Cox at Sammiscribbles: Vulnerable in exactly 21 words.
I saw this beautiful tree standing in all of its glory at the disc golf course! Through rain, snow, and the harshness of winter, as well as being hit by numerous flying discs, it still stands, with beauty from top to bottom! Isn't that like us, able to stand, no matter what comes our way?... Continue Reading →
What is the best pick me up that you know of? To shake you out of the blues? Music with a great beat, songs that make my feet hanker to move. I love to put on some gospel or jazz, or even some Santana, and get up and dance my blues away. I find that... Continue Reading →
Her name was Pat, and she was my supervisor when I was hired in 1974 at the telephone company in Atlanta, Georgia. She was a hard task-master, determined to show that, as the first black woman given a supervisory position over white males, she was capable of doing the job. My complaint against her was... Continue Reading →
I read a quote by a young, black intellectual who believed that full racial equality would never happen in America. He felt the opposite of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. in regards to the Dream ever being realized. The sense of hopelessness struck me forcefully, for when hope is gone, what is left? When a... Continue Reading →
Two weeks ago, I heard that one of our members, the young lady that stepped in to lead the Music Ministry at our church, had suffered a stroke. She is in her early forties. She is energetic on the organ, and her teenage accompanies her on the drums. We believed that she would be out... Continue Reading →
I came out of the store with both arms full, and because the trip had been uneventful, I was not expecting trouble. I had come to Madrid alone, my first time traveling solo. I just wanted to come to Spain, see the museums and other places, and then go home. I started down the street,... Continue Reading →
I watched little Ashley sitting astride the broom, Pretending to be a witch who only does good, In her imagination, she is someone very noble, A heroine who treats everyone as she should. In her young mind, she is fearless and strong, Seeing simple solutions to her problems. Never magnifying troubles, as do the adults,... Continue Reading →