Our World in Words
Of the many blessings I’ve received from obeying God’s call to become a Christian writer, the writing friends I’ve met along the journey stand out. Today, I’m blessed to introduce my precious sister-in-Christ, dear friend, and …
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Going Steady
Perhaps I’m dating myself here, but when I last dated, I considered Ms. Diane to be my “steady girl.” She was the lady that I focused all my attention on, I desired to be around, and …
A Double Dose of Blessings
I’m feeling extra blessed this week. Not because of great health news, a financial windfall, or an abundant harvest, but because God cares enough to show His presence in my life. My overfilling of blessing came …
When Healing Hurts
But for you who fear my name, the sun of righteousness shall rise with healing in its wings. You shall go out leaping like calves from the stall. (Malachi 4:2 ESV) Intramuscular, multiple injection sites, high …
The Scars That Remain
Driving across my pastures, I’m always looking for signs. Invasive weeds or insects that signal a need for treatment or sneaky serpents that can cause harm to my newborn calves and my buddy, Bubba, the chocolate …
Run to God
Few writers are born with the natural gift of storytelling. Many of us have toiled for years to learn the art and science of the writing craft. I don’t think that was the case for my …
Well-Worn Boots
As the old farmer stepped out into his garage, he bristled at the cool morning air. Reaching down, he patted his faithful companion, who immediately came to his side. Groaning softly as he bends down to …
The Bonds of Blood
How many of you remember watching western movies when the white man and Indian reached an agreement? They sealed their agreement to live in peace with one another by becoming blood brothers. In our youth, young …
Knowing Who’s Up There
“Cricket, you on?”; those haunting words came from somewhere deep in my past. When we heard our call sign, everything around us faded. We listened intently for what was coming next. When on overwatch, you were …
The Blessings Before Me
Winter is in full display as I walk out my back door and look left or right. Dried, dormant, brown, leafless, desolate. All about the landscape seems paused, awaiting the awakening of spring. It’s when I …