Because You Are Mine: A Poem
I see it all around me. What the world calls beautiful. Glamour, Artifice, Power. And I look at myself. And what I see is not Glamorous, Artificial, Powerful— And I tremble at my ignorance. And I ask, God, Why am I not beautiful? Didn’t you make me to be...
The Little Green Ball: A Short Story
Emery stared blankly at her father, then back at the jar, then at her father again. “It’s not doing anything,” she stated. “Just wait,” said dad, picking up the jar gently and turning it. “See this here? It’s called a cocoon.” He set the jar down again, his eyes...
Short Stories, a Perspective of Wonder, and What To Expect From This Blog
Look at the birds of the air; they do not reap or sow or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Matthew 6:26 I’ve been planning what to write on this blog for a long time, and...