I watched How great is our God with Louie Giglio. I cried. Afterward, I couldn't pray for a few days. I was lost with how minuscule we are compared to the whole of creation. As I saw the Earth fall away in the comparison chart of the planets I felt myself shrinking in my mind. When… Continue reading “If Earth were a golf ball”
"I'm gonna go out on a limb for you." If you're like me, you may have heard those words spoken or implied by someone who took a risk in support of your idea, or, in you. Like many idioms in language, it makes no sense literally and the origin is often lost in history. Sometimes the… Continue reading The hanging tree
Here's a snippet of my first book Calling all Zombies. Chapter one Jacob pressed the phone to his ear, straining to hear the soft voice begging him to keep her secret. “Please, Jake. I have to go but promise you won't tell. Promise you'll keep quiet. I won't do it again. I… Continue reading A small serving of Zombie
These past two weeks have been like living life on a roller coaster of emotions. My ex-husband died on the 9th and since then, I have been faced with sorrow for his soul and anger that he chose to be selfish and reject his children. Sorrow knowing that the man I once loved moved out and on to… Continue reading Letting go of Life
Have you ever had something of value that you didn't know was valuable until it was gone? It is odd that the value of some things grow exponentially when it is no longer in our grasp or within our reach. "you don't know what you've got till it's gone" is a common phrase. Regret, loss, sorrow,… Continue reading Daily Prompt: Priceless
Ugh. Another daily prompt that is Glaring me in the face reminding me how many days have stacked up like 20 dishes in the sink. Twenty words I didn't write about. I wish I could think of a Spicy story involving a Carousel that goes around as we Amble thru life. But, alas, I can't think… Continue reading Don’t remind me.
Okay, in case I didn't say this, my sons are Walking Dead Heads. They love the show and keep me in the loop of who died, who cried, and who they wish would just get bit already. We like to tear the show apart and say what we would do in the event of a… Continue reading Storming the gate