Matthew 15:25-28 The woman came and knelt before him. “Lord, help me!” she said. He replied, “It is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.” “Yes it is, Lord,” she said. “Even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their master’s table.” Then Jesus said to her, “Woman, you have great... Continue Reading →
A mum's love is better than gold, her caring heart is more precious than silver. Wishing all mothers in the United Kingdom a happy day. Be safe! Written for the Three Things Challenge #182 from Pensitivity 101: mum, love, and caring.
From Mindlovemisery's Menagerie for the Sunday Writing Prompt Caitlin looked at her son, Jeremy, as he entered her home, and she just shook her head. She was so ashamed at the way he was dressed and he smelled of alcohol. She thought, "I never had alcohol in our home, so how could a child of... Continue Reading →
Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: strange and super. It is a strange thing. A superpower of moms. Love never-ending.
https://sundayphotofictioner.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/spf-10-28-8-fandango-4.jpeg?w=1440 Photo credit: Fandango As Ginny walked the red-berries covered path to her dead mother's old house on Mother's Day, she hoped to learn something about her mother. She found a picture of her mother as a cheerleader! How beautiful she was and so full of life! What had turned this vivacious young woman into... Continue Reading →
Angela's favorite hat flew off her head in the wind and right up into the tree found in the courtyard of her home. She knew it was folly trying to rescue the hat, but it was one of her treasures. Unfortunately, there were flowers just below the the tree that have an attractancy for bees,... Continue Reading →
Another child enters the world, Made in the image of God. One of a kind, unique, and priceless, The little one needs much love, Heaven assigned the task to me. Each day I nurture and adore, Relishing the hard work and the joy. Acrostic Poem written for Saturday Mix, Lucky Dip, from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, February... Continue Reading →
With my ears near her beating heart, And her calloused hands holding me close, I knew that I was always safe in her arms, No matter what trials and troubles arose. She chastised me justly when I was wrong, But never to hurt me or to put me down. It was her way of ensuring... Continue Reading →
Today, the oldest daughter of my late son, Malcolm, gave birth to a baby boy, and she named him, Malachi Dewayne, a slightly different first name but the same middle name. The picture I received of young Malachi touched my heart and sent it reeling in joy and thankfulness. I also cried today, and as... Continue Reading →
People are what their mothers make them--Ralph Waldo Emerson Her name was Eloise, and I often wonder who she was, this woman who gave birth to me. She died in 1986, and I never learned anything about her past. What little she shared about where she was born and her maiden name has proven to... Continue Reading →