John 4: 27-30 Just then his disciples came back. They were shocked to find him talking to a woman, but none of them had the nerve to ask, “What do you want with her?” or “Why are you talking to her?” The woman left her water jar beside the well and ran back to the village,... Continue Reading →
Home is Where You Are: Fandango’s Friday Flashback
Written originally on October 16, 2017, I am re-posting for Fandango's Flashback Friday. I had not yet learned to be succinct. Finding real love seemed to be a talent that I did not have. I looked around and saw other women with wonderful husbands, and I wondered what they were doing differently from me. Why... Continue Reading →
The Core of My Faith
When people ask me how I can believe in an invisible deity, I tell them that at the core of my faith is the miracles that have taken place in my life. I am convinced of the reality of God and of Jesus Christ through the ways in My life has imitated the Scriptures. It... Continue Reading →
Love: A Quenchable Thirst: Psalm Wednesday
There are certain necessities in life that must be fulfilled for life, physically and spiritually, to continue: water, food, and love. So, it is fitting that when one of the three is missing that we will do anything to satisfy the longing, so that life can return to some semblance of normality. I once stole... Continue Reading →
I am the Woman at the Well
I started to lie to him, but God wouldn't let me. Douglas and I had been dating for months, but we never talked about marriage. We knew that each of us had been divorced, that we both had went online to the Christian dating site to find life partners who loved God, and that we... Continue Reading →
Home is Where You Are
via Daily Prompt: Loyal Finding real love seemed to be a talent that I did not have. I looked around and saw other women with wonderful husbands, and I wondered what they were doing differently from me. Why did all of my relationships cause me so much emotional and/or physical pain? I finally one day... Continue Reading →
The Healing Power of Water
I grew up in a city, with no water anywhere around me, except for the swimming pool at the park near my house. I never learned to swim, although I made an aborted effort to learn when I was age 52. As long as I was floating with my hands on the wall of the... Continue Reading →