|Posted by Margaret J Everett on January 25, 2012 at 6:00 AM||comments (0)|
Message in a Shell
This lovely curved shell in my hand is called a whelk. A wide cone top tapers down to a slender tail. From the top I see a dot that widens in a circle - ever enlarging, extending outward. Each layer of the rings becomes wider until abruptly, in perfect artistry, the shell itself ends. My finger glides down the smooth under belly of the shell, which glistens softly where once the life existed. The outer surfaces are ridged and ...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Margaret J Everett on January 11, 2012 at 5:00 AM||comments (0)|
I have been abandoned and abused, but I am not alone.
I have sinned, but I am not condemned.
I have repeatedly failed, but, praise the Lord, I am not defeated.
I have been broken, but only to fulfill God’s purpose in me.
I can forgive because I have been forgiven.
I can smile because I have hope.
I can sing because I have fait...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Margaret J Everett on December 7, 2011 at 5:00 AM||comments (0)|
The years tumble by like colored blocks from a toy box. The green ones of youth, white of innocence, the blue of maturity, red of passion, and yellow of mellow age. The thirties turn like a square on a Rubik cube...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Margaret J Everett on November 23, 2011 at 6:00 AM||comments (0)|
Holy Spirit and Self - An Imaginary Dialogue
H I’m starving! Growing weaker every day. Won’t you help me?
S If I can. Who are you? What do you need?
H I need the Bread of Life.
S Is that wheat, Italian or rye? Chuckle
H Not ...