Revelation 5: 7-10 Then He came and took the scroll out of the right hand of Him who sat on the throne. Now when He had taken the scroll, the four living creatures and the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb, each having a harp, and golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the... Continue Reading →
Photo from niklin1 at DeviantArt The postman had left one of those little notices on Joseph's door that informed him that he had a package at the post office! He pondered, "A package for me? Who could be sending me a package at this time in my life?" He started to let it remain there,... Continue Reading →
Forgive, not for their sake, but for your peace. Written for One-Liner Wednesdays from Linda G. Hill.
A friction-packed rage. Actions taken with regrets. Learning to forgive. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: Friction and Action.
I decided to try one of the genre challenges from The Haunted Wordsmith, epistolary fiction, stories constructed from a series of letters between characters). May 25, 1980Dear Jennifer,I am writing to apologize for the way I treated you ten years ago, when I insisted on an annulment of our marriage. When the doctors said that... Continue Reading →
Guilt and shame are like cages, Holding us hostages by their lies, Making us believe we cannot change, No matter how hard we have tried. But, let's look in our mirrors, Forgiving ourselves for past sins. Then the doors of our cages will open, Freeing us to live our best lives again. (277 characters) Written... Continue Reading →
This post may be a little rambling today, as I am on five different medications, two antibiotics, but I felt compelled to write. I think it started for me with Kavanaugh's confirmation for the Supreme Court. Then, it became a deluge with people losing their jobs and careers over incidents that happened many years ago.... Continue Reading →
Children are not as resilient as many adults think that they are, and that includes teenagers. Children are not small adults, and when they hurt, it is difficult, if not impossible, for them to put into words their emotions and feelings. They have not lived long enough to understand what they are feeling. Consequently, the... Continue Reading →
I was the guilty party, but I did not want to suffer the consequences of my actions, so I stayed quiet as my young male cousin, Leon, was punished for my transgressions. My sister, JoAnn, and I had moved in with our great-aunt who had raised our mother. We called her Aunt Brownie, and she... Continue Reading →