Silvered Scars
She was a thirty-something, the mom of seven, tolerating with a smile the extra children and teens running through her kitchen, and I was sixteen when we first met. She mentored me at times with advice about womanhood, and I taught her the latest dances. That was...
My Story and I’m Sticking To It!
I have always said, “God gives me the weird stuff!” But the truth is, the more I meet all of you and hear your stories the more I begin to say, “me too.” Take for example being a stepmother. Who in the world woke up one day and said, “I...Building Bridges You May Never Cross
My dad used to tell me, “You are wasting energy and time building bridges that you will never cross.” Building bridges never crossed is a well-honed craft of a worrier. There are things that we should plan for in advance. Things like grocery lists, education, job,...
Desperate for A Spiritual Spring
The snow is six inches deep and still falling as this south Alabama girl makes her way through the woods from the Loge to our cabin. Though I have experienced now before, it has never been higher than the soles of my shoes. I stomp thought the woods like a...
Seeing The Living Word In Real Life
Walking to the dining hall, I see a small stone pond with a recycling waterfall, whose edges are frozen white. If I look closely, I can see orange and the faint movement of carp leaning on hibernation for survival. Along the pond’s edges, daffodil’s yellow blooms are...
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