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A writer's blog of short stories, hopefully through them you will become aware of the gentle inner voice of God speaking through a rose or the simple activities of every day, such as playing with your grandchildren. His voice is everywhere. We just need to slow down and listen. When we do, He will heal our deepest hurts and set us on His path to becoming the person He created us to be.

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A Call to Prayer
A Collection of Christmas Stories
A Measure of Success
A Parable Comes Home from Cleansing Thoughts
A Treasure Hunt
an Untitled Collection)
AParable Comes Home from Cleansing Thoughts
Beside Still Waters (from Beside Still Waters)
Beside Still Waters (from Beside Still Waters
Beside Still Waters (from Beside Still Waters)

Beside Still Waters)
Broken-Hearted (from Letters to a Friend)
Broken-Hearted (from Letters to a Friend)
Brotherly Love
Building Blocks and Stepping Stones
Cave Thunder from Cleansing Thoughts
Cjeansing Thoughts
Downsizing (from Beside Still Waters)
Downsizing (from Beside Still Waters)
Finding Christ in Cdshristmas (from a Holiday Collection)
from a Collection of Childrens Stories
from An Untitled Collection)
From Cleansing Thoughts
from Letters to a Friend)
Grandma's Quilt of Prayer
In the Garden of My Heart
Lessoms from the Dragonfly from Besides Still Waters
Lessons from the Dragonfly from Beside Still Waters
Letters to a Friend)
Letterw to a friend)
Life on a Roller Coaster
Life Out of Your Shell (from Beside Still Waters)
lLife Our of Your Shell from Bestie Still Waters
Memoral Stones (from an untitled collection)
Must I Say Good-bye (Day 1 from Cleansing Thoights
Must I Say Good-bye (Day 2 from Cleansing Thoughts
My Constant Companion (day 1
My Constant Companion (Day 2
My Constant Companion (Day 3
My Constant Conpanion (Day 4
On Eagles Wings ( from Beside Still Waters)
On Eagles Wings (from Beside Still Waters)
On Eagles Wings (from Besides Still Waters)
Precious in His Sight
Redeemable Qua;ities from Cleansing Thoughts
Redeemable Qualities from Cleansing Thoughts
Reflections
Reflections from Cleansing Thoughts
Rock of Offense
Seed of Promise from Cleansing Thoughts
Seeds of Promise from Cleansing Thoughts
Sisters
Sosters from
Symphony of Praise (from
Symphony of Praise from BesideStill Waters
Symphony of Praise ( from BesideStill Waters)
The Bargain (Day 1 from Cleansing Thoughts
The Bargain (Day 2 from Cleansing Thoughts
The Bargain (Day 3 from Cleansing Thoughts
The First Stone
The Gift (from an untitled collection)
The Gift (from a untitled collection)
The Gift (from an untitled collection)
The Life of a Teacup
The Little Girl from Within (Day 2 from
The Little Girl Within (Day 1 from
The Loss of a Dream from an untitaled collection
The Loss of a Dream (from a untitled Collection)
The Loss of a Dream (from an untitled collection0
The Melting Pot
The Melting Pot from Cleansing Thoughts
The Melting Pot from Cleansing Thoughts
The Night Before Christmas
The Old Oak Tree from Cleansing Thoughts
The Rose
The Visitor from Cleansing Thoughts
We Must be Watchful (from Beside Still Waters)
Why I Write (Day 2 from
Why I Write (Day 1
Wounded Solider (from Letters to a Friend)

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The Life of a Teacup ( from a collection of Childrens Stories)

- November 21, 2022

I like to collect teacups, so when I get the chance I browse through china shops or antique stores to look for them, there is one shop, in particular, I really enjoy browsing through. One afternoon while I was there I saw a Tea-for One set that I just couldn't go home without. It had a pink rose that joined the teapot perfectly to the cup and the handles looked like a fish and it had gold edging. I asked the sales clerk if I could see it, stating how beautiful I thought it was, and then the most amazing thing happened . . . the teacup spoke! I haven't always been a teacup, there was a time all I was was a lump of red clay. My Master took me and rolled me and rolled me, then patted me all over and over again. I didn't like it, and I yelled out at him to leave me alone, but he only smiled and said, "Not Yet." Then I was placed on a spinning wheel, and suddenly I was spinning around and around and around. "Stop!" I cried, "I'm g

The Night Before Christmas (A Collection of Christmas Stories)

- November 21, 2022

IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR when the house is filled with the smell of freshly baked cookies, and in the air is a feeling of excitement as everyone runs around the house gathering up their hidden treasures. One by one they enter the wrapping room filled with boxes, paper, and bows, oh yes we mustn't forget the most sought after items of all, a box filled with everything needed to disguise the item within. As the evening comes to an end, with each one giving a big yawn we head upstairs for a long winter's nap. The chatter of voices from just an hour ago is now silent, so I slipped out of bed to check on the boys. As I pushed open each door I smiled in spite of myself seeing them snug in their beds; undoubtedly with visions of their presents filling their heads. As I gently closed their door I whispered, "Sweet dreams my little ones it won't be long now." Then I slipped down the stairs. In the quiet of the night, I cleaned up all the wrapping mess while ch

Call to Prayer (Day 2 from Cleansing Thoughts)

- May 10, 2022

The cold reality of what I was about to witness was first seen in a sculpture called Adolescence Broken Off, which stood on the cavern cradling the Children's Memorial and the Hall of Remembrance. This memorial is for the 1.5 million children who perished during the Holocaust. The money to fund the sculpture was donated by the surviving parents of a two-and-a-half-year-old boy who was put to death in Auschwitz. The memorial consist of several square pillars standing in rows like children lined up for a portrait. The ashen color of the stone, standing so still, was hard enough to bear until I noticed that the top of the pillars was left uncut and unfinished, just as the lives of these children were cut off before they were given the chance to live them. When I first entered the Hall of Remembrance, my eyes met with portraits, suspended from the ceiling, of the innocent children; the silence was deafening, broken only by the reading of their names, ages, and place of birth. Next,

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