by Valorie Quesenberry | Jun 6, 2019 | Uncategorized
Joe fixed his eyes on it as he crawled. A rock jutting up on the beach, a few hundred yards from him. All he had to do was reach it. The men of the 1st Infantry Division, Company B, were floundering toward dry land, kicking, thrashing, coughing, dragging each other to...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Jan 9, 2019 | missions
She was a widow on this day. 63 years ago. Away from home. In a foreign country. With a preschooler. And all her girlfriends were widowed at the same time. Elisabeth Elliot faced a strange and painful season. And yet, she chose to see it as a season of glory. Glory to...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 28, 2018 | New Year
There was no point in it. Graylie wrapped the end of the light string and dropped it into the box of Christmas decorations. Who was going to come into Silasville Hardware and Garden Store on New Year’s Eve? No one was doing repairs on a holiday. No was putting in a...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 24, 2018 | Christmas
It was the coldest Christmas Eve Janaya could remember. Even without snow. The bitter wind whipping through canvas did not help. Nor did the mud holes into which she frequently sank one of her boots when walking on the road that should have been called a rut. This...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 20, 2018 | Christmas
She was sitting beside the Christmas tree. Her back was to him. Joe slowed his pace, so he could sneak up on her. His ornery streak never would grow up, he supposed. She had a cute knit beanie cap on her head. From the back, she could have been a teenager. But he knew...
