Pencil in His Hand: A Mother's Journal of Stories, Thoughts, and Poems.

  Cassie's Calling: Version Two Prologue The proud mother strapped her little one into the stroller, then tucked a baby blue blanket around her. They were all set for a walk around the sun-bathed garden. Baby wore a cute sun hat as well as a bib for any unexpected mishaps. She made a slow circuit around the swimming pool, being careful to dodge any bumps as well as Arthur the cat with his proud stare and Tessie, the white bull terrier, with her understanding doggie smile. “No, Tessie. Don’t come too close. Baby is sleeping. No doggie kisses either. You can walk along with us if you want to though.” The faithful pet happily agreed and walked beside the pram as Cassie did another lap around the pool. When Arthur placed an exploratory paw on the blanket, Tessie nosed him out of the way and was rewarded with a “good dog!” by the little mother.  When Cassie had determined that her infant had absorbed enough sunshine for the day, she headed back to the house with Tessie ever vigilan...

A Poem, Thoughts, Photos, And Flash Fiction Focus Keep your eyes on Him, on His precious face keep your face uplifted as you walk by His grace Keep your mind on His Word, as you travel through the day go first to the Scriptures and get light for your way. *** How often don't we rush to the world for help, advice, and inspiration? We jump to videos, blogs, self-help books, influencers, and social media. Sometimes, we go to friends or to family as we look to them to solve our problems. We go everywhere but to the One True Source Of Help: God's Word. Scripture reference: Psalm One. *** Thought: Am I overwhelmed with joy as the wise men were? *** I will let the photos tell their own story:)   *** Mending My needle goes in and out, in and out of the denim. Such a small chore, yet so satisfying. There will be a patch now, and instead of trying to camouflage it, I am going to let the old jeans tell their story, with bright stitching, and an embroidered daisy. No, I am not perfect, the...

  A Bright Tale A Story for young people, (+- 10-14) and the young at heart By Alison Lawrence Introduction Before commencing our tale, I would like to give you a short tour and overview of Brightston. I am sure that you would like to picture it as clearly as possible, and so, I will do my best to do it justice. It won’t be easy though, for Brightston is a very special place, as you shall see. First, we shall start at the centre of Brightston, which is a bit like travelling to Jerusalem if you were on our planet. Well, right at the centre of Brightston, is a city called the Golden City. It is so called for it is made of gold. Yet, dear reader, it is not the gold which brings illumination, although it does gleam wonderfully. No, it is the king of Brightston himself who radiates light throughout his kingdom. The king, who is very, very holy, and very, very good, has several beautiful names, but he is known everywhere in Brightston as simply the King of Truth, for this is the es...