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“One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.”  – English Proverb

I couldn’t help but smile as I inhaled the slightly musty odor greeting me as I walked down the wooden steps. While on a trip in Michigan, Hubby and I happened upon a surprising discovery of an antique shop in the basement of the gift shop we’d been wading through. For me, there’s nothing more delightful than to wander through stewed aromas representing rooms full of used merchandise. I’m not referring to any disgusting smells here, but rather, more like the scents of Grandma’s attic . . . years of different, interesting items put together all in one place. Continue reading

All Hearts Come Home For Christmas

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“God calls us to come home for Christmas. God calls us to come back from all those places where we have settled for less than the fullness of life promised to us in Christ. God calls us back from all the ambitions and possessions we have pursued, thinking they would satisfy us. God calls us to let go of any bitterness and resistance to forgive that blocks the light of love from warming us…God calls us to come home and to rest, to be embraced by one who loves us as we are. God offers us a place where we are fully known and also fully accepted.”

—– Mary Lou Redding, While We Wait

 

 

Twisted Fate

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Hey Everybody!

I’m hoping your holiday season is finding you happy, healthy and full of the peace and joy of Christmas.

I just wanted to take a moment to share a little something with you. As a writer, the best way to hone the craft of writing and grow as a writer is…well…by writing! I belong to an awesome online writing community (“Becoming Writer” through The Write Practice), where I’m able practice writing by submitting ongoing short stories for critique by my peers. It is a safe, kind community offering me continual encouragement and valuable instruction on all things writing.

As part of our ongoing practice, they periodically host various writing contests. During this busy month, as I was elbow-deep in Christmas cookies, wrapping paper and ornaments, I thought to myself, surely they wouldn’t host a contest during the Christmas season. Well, guess what? They did! Alas, the Winter Writing Contest emerged from the online literary magazine “Short Fiction Break”, partnering with The Write Practice.

I was tempted to dismiss the challenge on account of this busy month of December, however quickly realized part of the challenge was to press on with my writing habit efforts in the midst of the busyness. So, I wrote a short story based on the contest theme, Two Worlds (Two separate worlds coming together somehow). I’d love to share it with you here!

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If you like the story, you can actually go online to “2016 Winter Writing Contest Readers Choice Awards” and follow instructions to vote for my story for the Readers Choice Awards! (That’s only if you enjoy the story, of course!) Thanks for letting me share with you.

HAPPY READING!

 

Pondering Thoughts

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It was lovely. I started the day making cinnamon rolls. Watched the Macy’s parade, looked at Black Friday ads, rode my bike, tossed a football, prepared some food, ATE a little bit of food (okay, lots of food), and even managed to get a little bit of writing in. It was a good day.

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Surpassing the Past

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“Your blessings lay beyond your fear.” — Shannon L. Alder

My entire body visibly shook as I poked my toe into the crisp water. Gentle ripples playfully lapped at my legs as I braced myself for further submersion. With teeth clenched and hands held high, I stepped downward into the pool; the frigid water in stark contrast to the torrid heat of the day.

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Trust the Engineer

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“What in the world are you doing?”

“Well–I just wanted to rest my legs for a second.”

“Honey-love, you can’t do that! We’ll crash. If you need to rest, just let me know.”

I dropped my head toward the pavement, silently muttering my frustration. I was trying, I really was. It just wasn’t easy for me to express my every move. Cackles of laughter snapped me back to attention and I glanced up to a swarm of young adults approaching us on our left. Without warning, I obeyed my impulse to lean to the right—perhaps, maybe way right. Continue reading

Worthy Pieces

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“For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things He planned for us long ago.” Eph. 2:10 (NLT)

I shifted uncomfortably on the wrought-iron bench and stared down at the ground. My folded hands tightened in a squeeze in an effort to suppress an avalanche of emotions. Gray, ominous clouds mimicked my soul as they slithered across the sky.

“Whatcha doin?” The bench jostled as the bubbly little girl plopped herself down beside me. I swallowed hard, keeping my gaze to the ground. Continue reading

What’s Holding You?

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“Direct my footsteps according to Your word; let no sin rule over me.”  Psalm 119:133 (NIV)

With a giant yawn I find the small, black button. “On.”

The “machine” is running. Percolating. Brewing. The robust aroma of French roast begins to seep into the room. I’m poised and ready, with cup in hand. Ready to pour at the earliest possible second the machine announces its gurgling finish. Continue reading

Refuge

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“You have been a refuge for the poor, a refuge for the needy in his distress, a shelter from the storm and a shade from the heat.”  Isaiah 25: 4 (NIV)

“Mommmmmm!” The bellowing came from the garage.

I stifled a knee-jerk response to my young adult daughter, not wanting to condone her act of hollering from a distance to grab my attention. I continued loading the dishwasher in the midst of the zesty aroma of garlic, still lingering in the room from our evening meal. Continue reading