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

  Impossible? Emil cast his line gracefully into the middle of the river. "Great cast." Gus said as his own rod bent under the weight of a fish. "It's going to be a pan-sized one." Emil grinned as he watched his friend reel the fish in. "Yup. Looks like we may have a decent lunch." He removed the hook from the fish's mouth and cleaned it carefully at the waterside. The two men fell into a companionable silence broken only by the sound of the lapping water. Emil studied some lazy clouds as he waited for a bite. After some moments, he spoke. "Wouldn't it be cool if the Rapture happened right now, while we're fishing? Kind of appropriate, I think." Gus chuckled. "You always were a dreamer Emil." "It's not a dream," said Emil as he reeled in his own catch, "it's in the Bible. 1 Thessalonians, chapter 4." "I know, I read my Bible. It just sounds so impossible. Like a dream." He added, ...

  Dear Readers, After completing Wren Comes Home, which turned out to be a longer short story of over 6 000 words, I decided to make it available to you here for free.  Enjoy! And please share the story and the blog. Thank you. :) With love and prayers, Alison *** Wren Comes Home A Short Story By Alison Lawrence ♡♡♡ Copyright Copyright owner: Alison Lawrence. All rights reserved. This story is the intellectual property of Alison Lawrence, and may not be copied, sold, or published elsewhere. To share, please share this page/blog. Wren Comes Home is a fictional story. No resemblance to any real people or places is intended. Date of publication: 2023 Scripture quotes from: The Holy Bible, English Standard Version ® (ESV ®) Copyright © 2001 by Crossway. ♡♡♡ Dedication To my church family. ♡♡♡ Author's Note: The timing of the seasons in this story is in line with that of the Southern Hemisphere. ♡♡♡ Chapter One Wren Blakeway smiled fondly at her class. All was peaceful in the group...

  "You're quiet." Said Scott to Lydia as they left church on Sunday evening. "Thinking about tonight's teaching?" Lydia pulled her coat more closely around herself and shrugged. "Yeah. It's a lot to take in." Their church was holding a teaching series on the Rapture and the End-Times. The speaker, Pastor Dilmore, was a respected student of Bible Prophecy. Scott took Lydia's hand in his. "It is a lot to take in, but it's fascinating, don't you think? Imagine being snatched off the face of the earth in the twinkling of an eye." The young couple had reached Scott's car, but Lydia made no move to get in. Instead, she stood silently and gazed up at the twinkling expanse above." "Lydia, are you OK?" "Not really." Lydia whispered. "Let's go to The Coffee Bean. We can chat there." The ride over to the coffee shop was a  quiet one, and Scott found himself thinking the worst. Was Lydia abou...

  Dear Readers, I hope that you are having a blessed and Jesus filled day. :) Thank you so much for reading my stories and poems. It is such a blessing to think that they are being read.  I pray that they will encourage you on your journey. Going forward, I hope to post one longer post each week on Monday. God willing, posts will contain stories, poems, chat, and writing and publishing updates as God leads. I have two more Rapture stories, plus a Rapture poem waiting for you. At the moment I am also busy writing what will hopefully be a short story trilogy. I am enjoying the story so far. It is an inspirational romance set in the countryside. The rest is a secret for now. :) God willing, the series will be available on Amazon in e book format. Pricing will be very reasonable. Now Available: (e book and paperback.) My novella, The Mocha Mermaid, has been sitting around in Google Docs for a while. Now it is time to get it out there. I'm pretty fond of this sweet story which is s...

  Comfort And Hope Anna laid her Bible carefully down on the kitchen table. For some years now, she'd glossed over the passage that lay highlighted in yellow before her. "For the Lord Himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. Wherefore comfort one another with these words." ( 1 Thessalonians 4: 16-18) "Comfort one another with these words." I haven't even been comforting myself with these words... Anna sat at the table for a long time, chores forgotten. She took time to pray and to think. "Do you think the Rapture's going to happen soon?" She asked her husband Nolan when he ambled into the room in search of coffee. "What made you think of that?" He poured himself a cu...

  Odette sank into one of her mother's creaky wooden kitchen chairs and sighed. "Sometimes I just don't understand people." Her mom smiled sympathetically as she turned the kettle on. "Nasty customers again?" "Yup. And there seem to be more and more of them these days. For every nice customer, there seem to be five rude ones. I wish they'd leave their bad attitudes at home or send someone else to do their shopping." Odette's mom took down a couple of sunny yellow teacups and poured water into the round teapot. "It certainly sounds like you need a cup of tea. And a slice of apple pie." "Sounds wonderful." Odette's eyes brightened. "There's nothing like your apple pie to cheer a person up." The two women sat companionably at the table. Odette put the day's troubles out of her mind, and they chatted about other things. When it was time for her to leave though, her mother suggested they have a quick tou...

  After The Harvest A Short Story by Alison Lawrence When Avi broke through the dark blanket of sleep on the morning of her twenty-first birthday, she knew for certain that she could not marry Dac. Time marched on callously in the busy household, but she took some moments to pray. Somehow, she felt peaceful; liberated. And terrified all at the same time. *** Her sister Fern looked up from her place at the range, where she was frying eggs. "Happy birthday, Avi." She said softly, before focusing once more on her task. "Thank you, Fern." Avi smiled. Her mother, Maya sniffed. "There's still work to be done on birthdays. You can butter the toast." "Yes, you were a real lazy bones this morning," Ivy, a younger sibling grumbled. "It's my birthday." Avi said sweetly as she started buttering. "No big deal." Ivy huffed. "No. It's just another day. Life goes on." Maya kneaded her dough with powerful movements. ...