I’m posting in reverse order as these social media messages were recorded on my personal Facebook profile. A prequel, I guess, of the “Quarantine Chronicles”. Many were written after my sunrise shift at work at a well-known shipping company. In these days, our function was mandated to work. I struggled with the packages passing through […]Read more "Pick one, only one"
Insight from the spare room where I am in quarantine— “No one knows the hour or the day, not even the messengers in heaven, not even the Son. Only the Father knows. As it was at the time of Noah, so it will be with the coming of the Son of Man. In the days […]Read more "And they lived happily ever after"
The following is copied from my personal Facebook profile. I felt the need to address the jury before I presented my case for Christ. I’d rather be muted for 30 days (or more), unfriended, or lose a friend in reality because I posted a bold Christian message. If one friend or acquaintance gains eternal life […]Read more "May I approach the bench?"
I posted the previous blog entry on my Facebook status this morning. I have time to write as I’m quarantined for a few days of rest. I would like to post excerpts of my previous social media status messages leading up to today. They were cathartic and as helpful to others as they were to […]Read more "Glory Days"
I am slowly revising this blog to be easier to follow and find related content. I’ve been dumping everything into one bucket for years. Now is a perfect time to clean the closet. Please follow the new site and let me know what you think. THE POET WHO DIDN’T KNOW IT Thank you for helping […]Read more "New Blog for Poetry"
“If we had a God we could fully understand, we would have a very tiny god.” A quote from Megan Fate Marshman (I hope I wrote this down exactly). We attended a women’s conference at the beginning of March. Megan’s intro and closing messages were nourishing to my very thirsty soul. The statement is profound, […]Read more "What in the world?"
…the purpose of my prose is merely to give voice to those who feel silenced? …profit never comes but those who read a composition are enriched because they no longer feel alone? …this season is merely a cathartic exercise to trim the excess weight from my soul? …a legacy is unknown by my name but […]Read more "What if…"
It’s Christmas Eve morning. Our home is quiet so I’m able to wake slowly. As I gain consciousness, my mind starts to recall all that we’d like to do today. Thankfully, it’s a short list of wishes that we’ll get to if we can. Truly, nothing will make Christmas more meaningful than what it is. […]Read more "A gift that keeps on giving"
Perfection. Ugh! I thought it was my goal for most of my life. Aren’t we raised to always do our best? In hindsight, I realize it was my enemy. I realize the anxiety it caused and the joy it stole. Controlling EVERYTHING was my method of achieving peace. It was so wrong. I wasn’t peaceful. […]Read more "In the Midst"
Another entry from my observation journal. I always get hungry for Chick Fil-A on Sundays. I drive by them other days of the week but they aren’t as inviting as when they are closed. I chuckle to myself because this has happened more times than I can count. Perhaps it is the empty parking lot […]Read more "Sunday"