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

  The Doily. Free Flash Fiction I selected the smallest crochet hook in my collection and observed it dubiously. It was as impossibly fine as the peacock blue crochet cotton in my hand. There was only one thing the cotton was good for: an old-fashioned doily. The kind that looks like a delicate and intricate spider's web. Impractical, yet fascinating.  I had a pattern. I had the right hook, and the right thread. But could I do it? My hands stiffened involuntarily at the thought of the cramping they would have to endure. All for a rather pointless item. Despite my doubts, I began. Somehow, several little rounds of chains and stitches formed between my fingers. The brilliant blue shone. My crochet hook flashed. I smiled. For the first time in days. And somehow, the delicate project became a symbol of fragile yet enduring hope. My faith and my joy seemed just as fragile as the thread between my fingers. Until I remembered how strong my hope really was: that no matter how dark thi...

 Poems and a Mini Story Pretty posy Jungle Gym Life comes to meet us at the bars which seem to reach up to the stars And like a child, we look up high; count metal bars and strips of sky Anxiety holds us in its grip: we're scared to fall, to stumble, slip Then father points to lowest bar; says, don't look up; start where you are And  so in life, it is the best to trust in God, to take one step Pomegranate in our garden A new name Slowing Down We're slowing down enough today to come to the  park so the girls can play: up and down, and round and round; speeding up, yet slowing down A Short, yet Powerful Story This is a very short story. A story of countless lives cut short: Sudden. Tragic. Violent. And, it is a story about the God-Man who allowed His own life to be cut short; so that even in our most desperate times there may be hope. And life eternal. ******* Yet... Evil threatens to overwhelm: It threatens to  overwhelm It troubles our vision, and  invites doubt...

A 100 Word Story Special Day Aidie sat forward on the seat, willing the driver to go faster. She couldn't be late, not after all the wasted years. He'd be waiting there for her. She knew. Her excitement grew as they drew closer to the church: this was it. An usher smiled, and shook her hand, then she stepped through the large doors to her destiny. She'd made it in time. The call was made, and she walked up the aisle, neither looking left nor right. He was waiting. Her bridegroom. Then while the choir sang, "Just as I am", Aidie gave her heart to Jesus. 💝💝💝🙏🙏🙏🤗🤗🤗 Have you experienced a very special day? A day when you were born again? A day when you repented of your sin, turned away from it, and gave your life to Jesus, trusting in His death on the cross to save you? How wonderful if you have! If not, consider the life and death of Jesus in the New Testament. He took your sin upon Himself too when he was crucified. He didn't stay in the grave, but rose...