“If you have the time, Mackinac Island is a must-see.”
He stood at the edge of the bench on the boardwalk, his hands in the pockets of his white, Bermuda shorts. Turning around from her spot, she paused, not quite sure how to react to the man standing behind her.
“I just thought I’d give you some sightseeing advice.”
“Today we are gathered together to honor the joyous life of Victor Sutton.”
Sitting politely on the front row with my parents, I intently listened to Pastor Browning recount numerous facets of my grandfather’s full life. PawPaw was strong, active, and joyful to a fault, regardless of his circumstances. Admired by many for his bold confidence, he was never reluctant to go after what he wanted. Anyone who knew him was also familiar with PawPaw’s repetitive mantra, “Never wait or hesitate, or sadly, it might be too late!”
As I rest my aching body at my desk, watching an agitated squirrel flick his bushy tail against the oak tree outside my window, I reflect on how different my life was a mere 72 hours ago—actually, the past week. And, I’ve learned a few important lessons.
Hurricane Irma was coming. She was roaring forth with a vengeance, announcing herself as a category five storm, with her sights specifically set on making a direct, targeted hit on my city. Continue reading →
My heart sank as I swallowed the lump in my throat. I imagined what she must’ve been feeling.
The young woman caught my eye as I drove past the empty parking lot on my way home from the store. There she sat, on the pavement in front of her car, her feet straight out in front of her. Her face was buried in her hands; her shoulders shook up and down.
A young man crouched before her, his arms resting on his knees. His face appeared kind, gentle. He was speaking to her out of what appeared to be genuine concern. Just as he cupped her face in his hands, I drove beyond the couple and a gnawing tightness in my chest signaled a familiar echo. Continue reading →
Let’s face it–life can be tough. Along with love, joy, peace, and comfort also comes discord, sadness, tragedy . . . loss. In the midst of it all, the best thing we can do is stay true to ourselves and use our God-given passions to shine a bit of light in this sometimes dark and tricky world. Check out this short story, “Shine”, and be encouraged as a young woman named Nikki faces her challenges and makes a very important decision.
Whew! Just completed another writing contest. The results aren’t in yet, but all the stories have been published! This time around, we had to choose from a sampling of specific writing prompts. I chose this one: “A washed up medal of honor recipient walks into a bar…”. To find out what happens next, click on the link below and check out the story!
“Haven’t you read that at the beginning the Creator made them male and female, and said, ‘For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh’? So, they are no longer two, but one. Therefore, what God has joined together, let man not separate.” — Matthew 19:4-6
The descending countdown has continued every few weeks over the past several months.