Grain, Pain, and Smiling in the Rain

   I have been thinking about this prompt, thinking, not writing. I’m not sure if I can resist some minor editing. But I will try.   The yea...

 Seems difficult to write the word “disappoint.”  Disappointing.  Disappointed. Would fit more easily into a sentence. To disappoint; indica...

   Rainy Days and Monday’s     What is it about mondays? A song from the past. Deep past.  Wanders and weaves through the mind.  Thinking ba...

Quite a day so it was.  Minutes from sleep, I Ponder the hours. Each distinct  From another.  Up  down.. Fearing the  Low place would overco...

 Abandoned by man Wandering alone  The heart  hemorrhaging  Light all but gone Emptiness surrounds  A soul abused  And yet golden rays  Edge...

Doing what comes next The next day Next week Next minute All blur Decisions. Chores. Errands. Appointments. Phone calls. Endless. End...

Grain, Pain, and Singing in the Rain. Many years title of the consistent, not consistent attempts at my keeping a blog; a journal of sorts....

So yea, its been a while. Over a year, pretty much a year and a half. Since I wrote anything but a check. It took several hours and a a fe...

What’s on my mind? Sitting in my office attempting “quiet time”, my philodendron caught my eye. Morning skies dark and bleak gave ...

"Where have all the flowers gone?" Nah. Coming up with some pithy quote to excuse away the months that have passed. Empty. Days. W...

So my cookies are messed up and it took me best part of an hour to get this far. I am not even sure if I can publish. The new computer has n...

Its quiet.  I'm alone. Dishwasher is running. Washing machine is running. I brushed the crumbs off the counters; floors always need ...

So, almost eleven months since I put any words in print. Print that I saved or shared. Bravely I sit on my front porch staring out at the v...

My handsome son dressed to the nines.   Home from college he escorts a dear friend to the Snowball soirée.  Friday was yesterday  and tonigh...

I cannot believe I found my blog. All. By. Myself.  I have had so much to say.  and no where to record it. Real question is, can I find m...

It's the being open that matters. Folks will tell you, "God picked you for this tough task because He knows you are strong enough.....

I get it now. In had to experience it first hand. For myself. Feel my heart swell. Melt. Explode with joy. Simple. Thank you Ammie . And for...

So On vacation  Or anywhere Gratitude Grace Grounded  Deep Will follow me Anywhere 

Away. From what? To relax.  Rewind.  Find....a lost sense of self.  But Myself defined by Jesus.. Of course  Known.  Yes. Always embraced? E...