Habakkuk 3:17-18 Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food,though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior.... Continue Reading →
Nearly 40 years ago, I wrote a monthly devotional for the small church where I preached my first sermon, and I loved the study and hard work and prayer that helped me be successful at it. So, here is the first of a new series. Psalm 44:3 It was not by their sword that they won... Continue Reading →
I remember once thinking that I would never have a message to share with the world. I thought that being born in the poorest part of town meant that you would always be there, among people who looked lost and dejected, their only salvation found in a bottle of bourbon, or, when the income tax... Continue Reading →
We are all in this crisis together Is the fabric of our society. We're not alone in the struggle, That belief lessens our anxiety. But, lately the fabric is fraying, Torn by protests and lies told. Politicians wanting elderly lives sacrificed Just so a few doodads can be sold. "There're more important things than living,"... Continue Reading →
Life isn't too bright now. But a new morning will come! The fight will be won! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Promt: Bright and Light.
Between the coronavirus isolation, the level of pollen in the air and on everything outside, and starting to teach online tomorrow, I am feeling overwhelmed. I have had to learn Power Point all over again and a new app, Zoom, for teleconferrencing with students. I have invited my students to meet me twice a week... Continue Reading →
Photo from Pixabay for the Sunday Photo Fiction Looking through the fence, expecting to see you arrive. Your promises sounded so real that time around. Mama'd told me not to get my hopes up too high. But I couldn't believe that you would let me down. You didn't even call me after the last time,... Continue Reading →
I want to one day write short stories, so I thought I would try to pen one here. Any feedback would be appreciated. Sophia picked up the old red lunchbox and was disappointed to see that it looked quite ordinary for an object with supposedly special powers. As she listened to her mother's instructions regarding... Continue Reading →
Tulip from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie An open flower. Harbinger of coming spring. My hope is renewed. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille, February 12, 2020, from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: an open flower.
Life doesn't get any more predictable as we age. If anything, you never know what new ache or pain will develop. And although the last 11 days have been difficult ones, I am thankful to enjoy another Christmas season, a season of hope in the midst of the uncertainty and incivility of this world. Today,... Continue Reading →
