Drinking from the Cup of Adversity is hard. Learning is the goal. Written for Ronovanwrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #231: Cup and goal.
The Cup of Adversity
Let Our Lives Inspire Others
I believed that I had no useful purpose in the world. I worked for the local telephone company, and all day long, I answered people's complaints with their computers or printers. While I knew that the work was important, I felt like a cog in a machine, not someone offering a uniqueness perspective to people... Continue Reading →
Enduring with God’s Help: Psalm Wednesday
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 →
Sometimes We Wait Too Late!
Every time I stand or sit on the beach, I regret not knowing how to swim. I wish that I had learned how to swim when I was a little girl. But, as I wrote before, my mother did not let me learn to swim, ride a bike, or skate, stating that I might get... Continue Reading →
Never Forget How Quickly They Grow Up
As I looked around the room at my grandchildren holding their children, I felt as though I had time-traveled into the future, not quite able to come to grips with the fact that the ones whom I used to change their diapers and give good-night kisses were already parents. It didn't seem possible that the... Continue Reading →
I Believe He Hears: Sunday Writing Prompt
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.
Finding Peace: December Writing Prompts
Walking through the forest alone, Listening to the birds singing as I went, I felt a weight drop from my heart, But I did not know what it meant. There between the clover and the dampened earth, I heard a still small voice speaking to me. "Regina, I know your name and you are mine,"... Continue Reading →
Mama, Who Were You?
Everything my mother told me about herself has turned out to be a lie! From her maiden name to where she was born to her relationships with the woman who raised her, all of it false. I am so saddened to know that I don't know anything about the woman who gave me life. She... Continue Reading →
Surviving in Unlikely Spaces: Photo Challenge #240
The desire to survive is one of the greatest strengths that we have. There have been times in my life when, like the tree above, I have felt stuck in the concrete jungle, alone, and hanging on tenaciously to hope. It has been my steadfast belief that my life is guided by a power greater... Continue Reading →
The Joy of a Handmade Gift
With all the Black Friday sales and Cyber Monday hype, last Saturday on my 67th birthday, I discovered all over again the joy of a handmade gift. Douglas' daughter had her three children make "Nana Gina" birthday cards while I was at my daughter's house. When I returned to their home to spend the last... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 