Paths

The click-clack of my winter boots on the tile floor echoed off the painted concrete walls. Thrumming filled my ears with every heartbeat, and butterflies had taken up residence in my stomach as I followed the postered and bulletin board-dotted hallway. Thirty-two years old and a mother of three, I had decided to go back … Continue reading Paths

Well Sitting

Now Jacob’s well was there. Jesus therefore, being wearied from His journey, sat thus by the well. It was about the sixth hour. John 4:6 NKJV This picture of Jesus’s humanity where scripture says He became weary, and when He did, He rested, encourages me. This was a divinely appointed rest. Christ had pushed Himself … Continue reading Well Sitting

Precious

It was a deliciously quiet and restive moment of reading in our usually hectic week when my husband and I were startled by a loud bang. Swivelling our necks in unison toward the row of family room windows, we saw a small object drop to the ground. Birds often fly into our large living room … Continue reading Precious

Cracked Jars

“Blessed are those whose strength is in you, who have set their hearts on pilgrimage. As they pass through the Valley of Baca, they make it a place of springs; the autumn rains also cover it with pools. They go from strength to strength, till each appears before God in Zion.”            Psalm 84:6-7 NIV With … Continue reading Cracked Jars

Shields Up!

Out of the pitch black of a hidden chamber, within the large cavern, the bristle-haired spindly legs slowly tapped out unseen by the young couple. The beam from their flashlight could not reach far enough to see the abnormally huge bulbous body that those legs dragged out behind them. As the giant radiation mutated black … Continue reading Shields Up!

Hand Holder

Sitting on the closed toilet, I watched mesmerized as the two-edged safety razor scratched a path through the foam across his cheek and along his strong jaw. Dipping it into the warm water in the sink and sharply swishing the razor to remove the hair, he began again. The sound of his voice, deeply droning … Continue reading Hand Holder