July 4, 2020
The Hourglass Timmy sat on a stool with his nose in the corner, his bottom lip puckered out, tears streaming down his face, mumbling to anyone who‘d listen. He didn’t mean the words, he knew he shouldn’t say them, but… Continue Reading…
August 23, 2020
4 Honey While out sailing the fog rolled in like a heavy blanket. You could only see a few feet in front of you. The winds howled and the waters rolled. Which direction was home? As you scan the horizon… Continue Reading…
July 4, 2020
Unwanted Gifts Will the real writer please stand up? “Well, who do we have here?” “Grace, your honor” “Grace, Grace, awe, yes, Grace, you are bestowed the gifts of voice, volume and imagination, use them well for His glory.” I… Continue Reading…
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