Grace in the Growing by Ashlyn McKayla Ohm Flowers must be fashioned from forever. I am a writer, not a gardener, preferring to cultivate sentences rather than seedlings. So I still cannot understand what compelled me to visit a gardening shop this spring and return with an armful of tiny plants. Perhaps it was theContinue reading “Grace in the Growing”
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Through A Glass Darkly
Through A Glass Darkly by Sue Fulmore “For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.” I Corin. 13:12 KJV We have a new mirror in our home. It is beautiful, round and gold-rimmed withContinue reading “Through A Glass Darkly”
The Faces in the Trees
The Faces in the Trees by Diana Gruver We walked over to meet her dogs. Our daughter heard them barking, and in response to her insistence, I nestled her in the wagon and we walked down the lane. It wasn’t the first time we’d met a neighbor because of her canine obsession. We paused byContinue reading “The Faces in the Trees”
No Forcing, No Holding Back
No Forcing, No Holding Back by Ingrid Lochamire The moment I opened my car door, I could hear the creek — a gurgling rush of water, spilling over rocks and roots. The sun-lit flash I had spotted as I pulled into the driveway cut through the center of our new homestead, laying down tracks toContinue reading “No Forcing, No Holding Back”
Necessity
Necessity by Jennie Cesario I watched at a window, a twin winging each hip, as they hollowed you from the earth, careful as surgeons, a dozen work-booted men, each jumping on his own shovel. The man-in-charge, the one who’d driven by the week before and offered us the money, had a sixth-sense about margins: theContinue reading “Necessity”
The Crumbling Mess of My Heart
The Crumbling Mess of My Heart by Sharla Fritz Ruins everywhere. As I walk the site of an ancient city in Israel, I sigh at the sight of destruction. I see nothing left but stacks of well-worn stone. Tumbled-down walls of rock. Debris from past lives. Remnants of greatness. These disintegrating leftovers of a townContinue reading “The Crumbling Mess of My Heart”
Things I’m Good At
Things I’m Good At by Charity Singleton Craig “Good job,” my husband said, when I hopped back into the warm SUV. We’d just finished eating yet another pandemic Friday night dinner in the car and had driven to a CVS Pharmacy to dispose of the leftovers. I’d made the quick dash from car to outsideContinue reading “Things I’m Good At”
Better Homes and Gardens
Better Homes and Gardens by Chavon Barry I stare out the backseat van window spotted with raindrops that enlarge and then race in forked patterns over the glass. Ready, set, go. I tease two twin dots. They accept my challenge and fall. I can’t tell which one wins. One curves left and the other slowlyContinue reading “Better Homes and Gardens”
Leaky Vessels
Leaky Vessels by Wemi Omotosho We are all apparently earthenware. Vessels cleverly crafted with care and designed by a loving Potter, a Master of His trade graced especially in the working of clay. But what if. What if you didn’t think you are good enough to be a vessel? A receptacle meant to hold. IContinue reading “Leaky Vessels”
Tetelestai: “The Masterpiece Is Finished”
Tetelestai: “The Masterpiece Is Finished”by Amy Catlin Wozniak It’s there on the closet door. Black and smudgy against the white enamel. An inky fingerprint. Ryan’s fingerprint. I’m deep cleaning Ryan’s room as I always do before the holidays. Vacuuming corners and washing woodwork and walls when the jolt of seeing it sends me spiraling.Continue reading “Tetelestai: “The Masterpiece Is Finished””
Awake Our Hearts 