Impressions from God
Sometimes impressions from God enter into my quiet time. Sometimes, His words baffle then wander from my mind; so, I write it down, safe in spiral bound pages. I wait knowing a day will come when understanding and clarity are like that of a midsummer sky and I...
Silver Locks and Joyful Living
Gently falls her silvered locks, wind tossed by the salt air, covering her eyes as she walks. The salt air has a habit of teasing her that way, like a high school sweet heart vying for her attention. Absent-mindedly, her hand caresses her wayward locks back...
When You Need Peace and Not Comparison
There is nothing that can snatch the smile from our lips and confidence in our soul quicker than comparison. Comparison steals your peace. We look at other women and see that they are better at social networking, or their blog grew faster than ours, or they...
Sometimes, Your Art Needs a Rest
There is nothing more gratifying than crafted words with beautiful similes quickening the heartbeat of the reader. But, lately I have not given it the time I should to tell you stories from my life here on Bailey Pond. Sometimes, your art needs a rest. ...
Fallow Fields and Hallowed Places
Farm fields zing past as Doc and I drive beach bound. Cotton fields birthing green though brown tilled fields promise a good harvest in the fall. A few fields appear as a blanket of green with red polka-dots as far as you can see. “Those are fallow fields”...
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