Luminescent

Where do I begin? What do I say? Well, to be honest my friend, I'm not exactly sure but, I will give it my best effort. These are my first thoughts I've actually written down since Mom passed. Each minute, hour and day since she left my thoughts have been all consuming my mind and …

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Unsettling

Across the hall from mom two chairs are pushed together to make a makeshift cot. A Spurs ball-cap pulled down over his eyes my husband attempts to catch some rest while his sister and niece stay with mom. The nursing home AC unit is set to a frigid temperature. It was comfortable when he closed …

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Close to Heaven

Heaven is not so far away. She most likely will be with Jesus today. There's no longer a need for her to explore. We wonder if she can hear Heaven roar. * A good, long life of over eighty-five years Memories, sarcasm, laughter, with a few tears Children, grandchildren and great-grands Says she's ready for …

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They’re gone…

At 41 years of age I lost my momma. She was 84. She was my very best friend and I was hers. Fast forward five years and daddy would join her. What could seem like a really dim circumstance it brought me great comfort knowing they were together for all eternity. Once daddy passed away …

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Puncture

A fiery dart, a flaming arrow, the spear of a Roman soldier. All three have the purpose to puncture as the tip plunges into the mark in which it was intended. Its sole purpose, to neutralize and eliminate the threat.  What is the threat? Anyone or anything making advances for the Kingdom of God.  My …

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Privacy of Her Prayer Closet

Long before we knew of a "War Room" there was a 16 year old girl named Sydney who, in the privacy of her prayer closet she, in the early morning hours, quenched her thirst and tamed her hunger to know the Lord more intimately. Every morning, without an alarm, Sydney woke up and went straight …

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Danger – Thin Ice

I met him today. Frail, weak and tired he sits motionless with his eyes closed in an easy chair. I can tell he's a tall man too. My friend quickly introduces him to me connecting the dots as to why I am here. It takes a lot of strength to work your way out. "Out of where?" you may ask...