As the man dropped his pen on the notepad, he walked back and settled into the soft purple recliner under the blanket, then drifted off to sleep.
Thirty Years
Light barely streamed around the door from the soft light in the other room. My eyes slowly let the light deep into my being. Waking to a new day, everything was fresh and new. My wife hugged me as she walked through the room to go get dressed. It’s a good day. Then suddenly the…
A Celebration of Miracles
A prayer closet can be a small beige room, no windows, one painting on the wall, with one chair a notepad, and a pen. It can also be a car or truck. Many times, it has been a spot where people go, like a community park, a hiking trail, or on a boat fishing. For…
The Chair
The worship center was filled as we walked into the back, but there were seats in the middle closer to the front. I led my wife and daughter as we left the shadows of the back and walked toward the light streaming from the front. As I began to settle in, I noticed several things…
The Day of the Daisies
She was just here. Sometimes it feels as if it was a few minutes ago. Other times it feels like it has been a hundred years.
The Fire and Moon
It has been a long time since my last story was posted a little over three months ago. I have been considering how to write this story for a long time. I hope it is worth the wait for my readers.
Inspiring Beauty
The Rose and The Lady
The Tiny Blue Tree
The colors blended together to paint the picture. Fall was turning into winter. Green grass was mixing with tan dead grass in the three-acre field behind my home. Around the field, we had cut a track of sorts making the grass of the perimeter low for easier walking. I had started down the right side,…
Love Never Fails
Promises are not always easy to keep.
Singing with Dad Again
Our Sunday Service was concluding in the auditorium where tan walls gave way to lights over the front flooding the scene with various colors. The screen displayed the words we were singing – “Great is Thy Faithfulness”. In my most recent grief, I had not noticed that the previous griefs of my life had been…