The wildflowers have overtaken both shoulders of the dirt road where I live. When I walk there, I watch bees, butterflies, and hummingbirds thriving on the pollen. It is a blessing to step out the front door into so much fragrant beauty. Whether the sun is shining on them or hail and wind batter them,Continue reading “Grass and Flowers”
Tag Archives: Eternity
For Dust You Are
Listen HERE “For He knows our frame; He remembers that we are dust.” I’m sitting here at my writing desk, looking at the shelf I dusted yesterday. I had really let it accumulate, and all my knick-knacks are looking brand new without their layered coats of gray dust. Dust is insignificant unless it settles onContinue reading “For Dust You Are”
Planting Abiding Seeds
It is almost time to decide which seeds to buy for our garden. I want to take my time in choosing because I almost always make mistakes. One year, I bought round zucchini seeds (Round zucchini are the worst kind of squash and only fit for pigs), and last year, I bought pole beans insteadContinue reading “Planting Abiding Seeds”
The Curator Returns
This is the sequel to the short story entitled, “The Curator,” written by Sarah Dixon Young last year for Halloween. You can read the original story here. I sat in the waiting area while the Curator hissed at someone on the telephone. “Well, of course I will have to release those artifacts.” He paused. “Yes,Continue reading “The Curator Returns”
Beginning and End
“Nothing could ever matter again but the things that were eternal,” missionary Amy Carmichael’s words floated over the heads of the little girls gathered together in the church. I was telling Amy’s story of leaving her family and home to travel to India to share the Good News of Jesus. The girls from my neighborhoodContinue reading “Beginning and End”
The Curator
“I acquired this piece after a lengthy court battle,” the Curator said, motioning to his left. I gazed intently at the ornate sarcophagus housed in a dimly lit display case. The golden skin and ruby eyes of the case no longer looked like the face of the dried and shrunken mummy inside it. “I reallyContinue reading “The Curator”
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