My Journal
Where I share my thoughts in words.
Sally Anne’s Christmas Wedding
The day Sally Anne Jenkins stepped off the bus carrying her red suitcase, the world turned upside down. “That’s Bobby’s girl.” The townsfolk said. “Cutest couple you ever did see. And then he went and got himself kilt over in the war. Over there fighting the...
A Day in December
Jennilee looked forward every year to Christmas. Sure, it was her favorite time of year and her little café did better during the holidays than at any other time. And, best of all, it was a celebration of the Savior. But she looked forward to it for one other...
A Plymouth Romance – a story for Thanksgiving
History tells us that of the women who came over on the Mayflower, only four adult females, five teenage girls and a few younger girls remained in the Plymouth Colony to celebrate the first Thanksgiving. Most of them perished in the first few months. They were...
Why Porn Is a Message About All of Us
I was driving on the West Virginia turnpike when I saw the signs, big letters announcing the presence of an adult store just a few miles up the road. The name was insulting. I was incensed for the prophet Daniel; what do they know about a “lion’s den?” It seems I can...
Ode to Sweet Tea
Some things are sacred in the south – sweet iced tea is one of them. You know how valuable something is by what people will sacrifice for it. I can only imagine how the King’s tea tax smote the heart of our Revolutionary forbears. Their devotion to country cost them...
A Little Piece of Rock
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...
Don’t Miss that Glory
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...
On a Christmas Eve
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...
Merry Christmas, Beautiful
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...
Because of Salva
Westen Black shook his head in disbelief. That hardheaded stallion had gotten out of his stall again. How in the world? He walked over to where the stall door was swinging crazily by one hinge, leaned his arms on the good part of the enclosure and swung his boot at a...
