Iva rose and dressed quickly. She drew back the heavy, paisley patterned curtains to let the morning light in. The sun, risen from its own slumber, won the battle and shone brightly through her eastern facing window. Iva smiled at the yellow circle, curtsied at its sight, bidding it good morning. Walking through the dustContinue reading “Friday Firsts: First Paragraph of IVA”
Lucidity is lost, fading with memories of better times. She is a fragment of who she was – a vibrant girl she used to know, stolen by unexpected grief. Simple plans have vanished. She blinks as nothing comes to mind, but her uninvited reality of darkness. ©Raelyn Pracht 2020
In silence, we wait. Pondering, hoping. Waiting quietly, anxiously outside the tomb. His bloody and broken body lay in rags. We feel the weight – weight of our sins upon Him, We are the reason He came – the reason He lay behind the stone on this day of darkness and grief. In silence, weContinue reading “SILENT SATURDAY”
On that cross,My sins nailed through your hands and feet,Pinning you down.Unable to move, to speak.The weight of my transgressions held you there-Too much for you to overcome.All of my guilt, fears, weaknesses, shame sat upon your crowned head-Pushing in the thorns,It was for my pain that you bled.
Below is a paragraph from the novel I am writing. I hope you enjoy it! Vivian sat impatiently behind the wheel as her mom adjusted the bags of yarn in the back seat as if they were as fragile as glass. Vivian’s fingers tapped on the steering wheel with anxious energy. Anticipation surged within herContinue reading “FICTITIOUS FRIDAY : A Little bit of Vivian”
Spring blooms quietly, nearly unnoticed – until floral hues announce their presence. Romance blossoms below the vanilla pink petals, embracing itself in the faint scent of resurrection. I am going to go back to trying “Friday Firsts” where I will put the first paragraph, stanza, line, or even chapter of what I am working onContinue reading “CHERRY BLOSSOMS (A Friday First)”
On the radio this morning, I heard Alistar Begg use this phrase in his prayer before diving into the Word: “Show me myself and show me my Savior.” If I hadn’t been on the interstate, I would have pulled right over and immediately began journaling about this beautiful prayer and the loving conviction in myContinue reading “A PRAYER BEFORE THE WORD”