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I remember my grandparents’ garden from my childhood. I remember following along behind my grandfather, sent out for tomatoes, while I “helped” by pulling fresh cucumbers off the prickly, hairy vines. 310 more words

Why are all these things happening? 

The earth, the creation, is in birth pangs, awaiting the revealing of the sons and daughters of God.

Jesus told us there would be wars, and rumors of wars, earthquakes, and pestilences. 18 more words


Kindergarten Connection

I was fortunate to have attended kindergarten in the days before it was made mandatory. I’m sure Mrs. Parks, the owner and sole teacher of the school followed a curriculum, but I don’t remember it being a rigorous course of instruction. 264 more words


can a memoir be written too soon?

I recently attended my first author event. Though my participation was part of due diligence toward planning my future author events, this one posed more questions than answers. 1,296 more words


When silence is the cry of the voiceless

Silence is not always the peaceful absence of sound, but it is a power, a force, a curse, a binding spirit making us unable to speak. 90 more words


Good Old Boys


I sit across from a crooked, old man in a wheelchair.  He is dressed in a wrinkled suit of tan linen with leather shoes and a deep brown felt derby hat.  281 more words

First impressions count

When Simon Peter first met Jesus, He told him to go out to the deep water and let down his nets to catch some fish. Peter replied, “Well we were out there all night and caught nothing, but because you say so, I’ll give it a try.” 813 more words