WRITING PROMPT WEDNESDAY: 35 Word Photo Prompt Challenge

I have decided to try something different in 2023 and spend Wednesdays inviting others to enjoy a Writing Prompt either based on a photo or a word (or even something crazy, like the name of a recipe. Who knows what my mind will come up with?) For this week’s Writing Prompt, please write a 35Continue reading “WRITING PROMPT WEDNESDAY: 35 Word Photo Prompt Challenge”

MICROFICTION: Starlight

She held the twilight in her palm. Starlight danced throughout her body, penetrating her soul. She found herself lost in the wonder of it all. She inhaled deeply, holding in the world’s enchantment. She felt it stir within her lungs. With one long and slow exhale, she let the magic fly. The magic hovered slightlyContinue reading “MICROFICTION: Starlight”

A Lesson in Gift Giving

This year we were hit by some unexpected bills. This made us have to really cut back on Christmas. It has been hard not buying gifts for the people I would love to buy gifts for. However, it also left me re-evaluating my whole approach to gift giving. Throughout the year, I would see giftsContinue reading “A Lesson in Gift Giving”

REST BESIDE THE WEARY ROAD

“O ye beneath life’s crushing load,Whose forms are bending low,Who toil along the climbing wayWith painful steps and slow;Look now, for glad and golden hoursCome swiftly on the wing;Oh rest beside the weary roadAnd hear the angels sing.”– It Came Upon the Midnight Clear “Come to me all who are weary and burdened and IContinue reading “REST BESIDE THE WEARY ROAD”

REJOICE!

“O come, O come, Emmanuel,and ransom captive Israel,that mourns in lonely exile hereuntil the Son of God appearsRejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuelshall come to thee, O Israel.”– O Come, O Come Emmanuel “For there is one God and one mediator between God and mankind, the man Christ Jesus, who gave himself as a ransom for all people.”Continue reading “REJOICE!”

Friday’s First: First Paragraph, Fourth Chapter

Vivian Richards held her favorite coffee mug between her palms embracing its warmth.  The mug, handmade and painted with what she called a mix of goldenrod and mustard, was her favorite possession. She had found the mug sitting unloved, alone and unpopular on the shelf behind the barista taking her order at her favorite localContinue reading “Friday’s First: First Paragraph, Fourth Chapter”