Song of Songs 2:10 New International Version (NIV) 10 My beloved spoke and said to me, “Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, come with me. My beloved did not use those exact words but he made his desire known. He thought God wanted us to move to a remove part of Arkansas to work on a boy's ranch. He… Continue reading Arise My Love
She’s a celebrity now! After all, her pictures are displayed on the big screen. Pictures ranged from kindergarten to her wedding, small children, family group photos, the wedding of her oldest daughter and then the first grandchild to an intimate scene with her husband as her health was waning. Not the theatre marquee for this… Continue reading Celebration
(Excerpt from Shekinah Lane.) You may now order Shekinah Lane on line. It had been a quiet morning reflecting on God’s goodness. I had just finished reading the devotional in My Utmost for His Highest by Oswald Chambers for September 6. He compared our lives to a river and how out of… Continue reading Let the River Flow – What a Blessing!
Shekinah Lane Psalm 102:18 "Let this be written for a future generation, that a people not yet created may praise the Lord." The wispy peacock feathers on the teal green background of my Bible cover brought back many memories as I prepared for communion Sunday morning in 2012 at House of Prayer Church in Blairsville,… Continue reading Faith, Feathers and Family
During a recent bout with laryngitis I was reminded of the number of words a woman uses daily versus the number a man uses. Louann Brizendine who wrote The Female Brain concluded that women use 20,000 words per day while men use 7,000. More recent studies do not agree with his findings. But in my… Continue reading Do you think before you speak?
An evaluation of my book proposal arrived. The same questions were posed, the same things I have been wrestling with for over three years – Who is your audience? Why are you writing? What is the thread that will pull the book together? After searching my first five chapters and the questions presented by the… Continue reading First not possible without last
She reached up, grabbed him and dug her long fingernails into his arm until blood squirted out. He responded by hitting her in the jaw, knocking her out. John had taken out his seventh grade teacher at Park Street Elementary, Ms. Chapman, but she wasn’t the true target. During recess, John’s team won at softball.… Continue reading Foolish Scrapper to Wise Servant
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