Survived violence, Life with hurricane-strength winds. Found a safe harbor. Posted for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille, February 20, 2019: Hurricane.
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 →
People ask me what kind of person I am, meaning do I see the glass as half-full or half-empty? I tell them that I am just thankful to have a glass with something in it. I have come to understand that how we view what we have in this life is all about the perspective.... Continue Reading →
Douglas and I were headed to the grocery store, when I spotted a sight that seemed so incongruous to me: cotton fields. On both sides of the road were fields of white that looked as though it had snowed. It was a beautiful sight, one that really touched my soul, not because of the whiteness... Continue Reading →
I remember a time when I did not patiently endure what was happening in my life, so mad I was at God for a child's suffering that I could not pray. Thankfully, God sent an angel who prayed for my son and me, and everything ended well. In the psalm today, Psalm 39, David was... Continue Reading →
I wrote this on the Humble Word Nerd blog, but it fits so wonderfully the goals of this blog that I decided to share it. I hope you enjoy it, and that you are encouraged by it. It is written for the Sunday Writing Prompt from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: sky and God.
Saying you feel blessed is relative. This means that we don't generally think in terms of being blessed until we speak to someone in a worst situation than we find ourselves, which is what happened to me. As I approach my 67th birthday in 10 days, I am so grateful for the modicum of health... Continue Reading →