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Immediately the boy’s father exclaimed, “I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!” Mark 9:24

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I Want One Day


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Just Humor Me


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A Story with a Twist


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Moving On


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The Blackboard Remembered


Written in response to the Worpress Daily Prompt: Black

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Who You Gonna Bug?


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Seven Minute Snippet In Time


I had an uneventful drive to work yesterday morning.  That is, until I sat at a stop light.  I noticed the people behind me as I checked my rear-view mirror.  I noticed them for three reasons.  

Reason 1:  Skin color, hair color, and facial features made it obvious they were family.  Mother at the wheel, teen-age son riding shotgun. 

Reason 2:  They were not smiling.  I could not read their lips, but their non-verbals were deafening.  The pursed lips on the mom and the squint to her eyes told me she was angry.  The boy looked down and when he looked back up, he just stared forward.  The boy’s lips moved, they both stared forward.  It almost looked like they were both taking in the moment, both longing to be elsewhere.  

Reason 3:  The short-lived silent moment ended when the mom sucker-punched her son in the left temple.  Her lips moved and she gave him some more words.  He didn’t flinch, he didn’t guard himself.  Was he used to this behavior from his mom, or did he not expect it?  His sad eyes shifted to stare out the passenger side window.  I know that stare out the window; I have looked there myself during unpleasant car rides.    

My jaw hit the floorboard.  I tried to make it obvious I saw what she did as I physically turned around to look at them, but neither noticed me.  My heart broke for the son. I have no idea what aggravated this assault, but it sure had me full of emotion.    

My heart felt sucker-punched.  I wanted to let this car pass me so I could follow them and find the place where the mom gets out of her car.  I wanted to give her a piece of my mind.  I even thought of more violent things I could do to her.  Lucky for that mom, we were on a two-lane road with construction and I could not let them pass and I could not follow them.   

I could not physically help that boy, but I was able to bring in the big guns and help him Spiritually.  I prayed for him.  That was all I could do, but it was more than anyone could do at that moment. 

 Psalm 127:3

Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him.

Daily Highlight


My Bible is old, a bit tattered and worn. Some pages at the very beginning have pulled away from the binding, but remain in their original space. Pages are dog-eared, sticky notes are stuck and bookmarks of all shapes and sizes lie in waiting within.

Aspects I love about my Bible are the previous yellow highlights. What God spoke to me in the past has been so important, I wanted to be sure not to miss it in the future.

A yellow highlight that jumps out at me from my time alone with God this weekend is from John 1:12-13 which says: “Yet to all who received him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God–children not born of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband’s will, but born of God.”

Membership in God’s family is by Grace alone–the gift of God.

Bad Timing


Last night I was at my mom’s house when I saw the hearse pull up and park in the street. Two men dressed in black suits and tailored overcoats with matching black leather gloves stepped out and opened the back door of their vehicle. Perfectly orchestrated, they pulled out the coffin and wheeled it into the house and parked it in between the kitchen and dining room, just below the last professional photo of my parents when my dad was able to walk with the aid of a cane. From the corner of the living room, I continued to watch the men in the black suits open the coffin. From a distance, I could see my dad lying there.

Questions flooded my mind, but the most predominate was to know why they brought my dad from the cemetary back to the house he hadn’t resided in since December 2008. I lost track of the men in the black suits as I was focused on my dad as he sat up and said, “Hey!!!” while I exclaimed “Yay!!!” and clapped my hands like a child watching a magic trick.

My dad moved elegantly out of the coffin and stood up as I ran to give him the type of hug I would expect to give him when we met in heaven. His skin was soft and flawless and his hug was gentle and warm. I couldn’t believe he was back and I was the only person in the house that got to see him. Just as I was about to talk to him, I became distracted by a constant beeping noise. Oh the discouragement, frustration and bad timing as I realized I was only dreaming and the constant beeping noise was common during the night at my house. Our microwave is old and, for no apparent reason, will flash the numbers 1, 2, 3, 4 while beeping at each number and we usually take turns getting out of bed to make it stop.

Dad, I miss you, but it was nice to see how healthy you are now. Thanks for the visit.

Matthew 28:6 (NIV)

He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay.

Counting the Days


Daily Post Prompt: My Favorite
What’s the most time you’ve ever spent apart from your favorite person? Tell us about it. Read more…

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