. . . so do Prayers
A child’s prayer of simple words still comes to mind from my memory box.
How does prayer feed your soul? Continue reading . . . so do Prayers
. . . so do Skeletons
Bent uncomfortably, he utters not a sound… Continue reading . . . so do Skeletons
. . . so does “What lack I yet?”
If my jewelry box, bookshelves, movie, and music collections represent my life’s summary, what would/do I acquire? How would my possessions tell a story without words? What about the company I keep, the friends I value, the words I speak, and my actions? What do they tell of my heart and mind? Continue reading . . . so does “What lack I yet?”
… so do Feet
Commanding her body to perform, feeling the rhythmic beating and expansion within the chest wall, she thrills to the intrinsic stimulation. . . . Struggling to contend with momentum, she seeks a place to balance her stride, get her rhythm under control. Continue reading … so do Feet
…so do Swords and Shields
When life’s happenings and trials strike a downward blow, my thoughts turn to scripture verses and hymns of praise that provide courage and strength to withstand, endure, and overcome. Continue reading …so do Swords and Shields
. . . so do Tents
A smell permeates the night air, infusing clothes, and instinctively drawing deep inhalations at the distinctive aroma of dead cedar. Dry logs crackle and hiss as a kaleidoscope of yellow, red, and orange merge in an upward reach, spewing tiny sparks dancing under star-studded skies. Continue reading . . . so do Tents
. . . so do Rescues
Now it came to pass on a certain day that she embarked on her seafaring voyage, after a night without sleep. Grey skies matching the mood in her heart, brooding and wondering, with the anchor aweigh she feels a gentle breeze catch her sails. Continue reading . . . so do Rescues
