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The Night Before Christmas (A Collection of Christmas Stories)

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       IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR when the house is filled with the smell of freshly baked cookies, and in the air is a feeling of excitement as everyone runs around the house gathering up their hidden treasures.  One by one they enter the wrapping room filled with boxes, paper, and bows, oh yes we mustn't forget the most sought after items of all, a box filled with everything needed to disguise the item within. As the evening comes to an end, with each one giving a big yawn we head upstairs for a long winter's nap. The chatter of voices from just an hour ago is now silent, so I slipped out of bed to check on the boys. As I pushed open each door I smiled in spite of myself seeing them snug in their beds; undoubtedly with visions of their presents filling their heads. As I gently closed their door I whispered, "Sweet dreams my little ones it won't be long now." Then I slipped down the stairs.    In the quiet of the night, I cleaned up all the wrapping mess ...
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The Life of a Teacup ( from a collection of Childrens Stories)

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        I like to collect teacups, so when I get the chance I browse through china shops or antique stores to look for them, there is one shop, in particular, I really enjoy browsing through. One afternoon while I was there I saw a Tea-for One set that I just couldn't go home without. It had a pink rose that joined the teapot perfectly to the cup and the handles looked like a fish and it had gold edging.       I asked the sales clerk if I could see it, stating how beautiful I thought it was, and then the most amazing thing happened . . . the teacup spoke!  I haven't always been a teacup, there was a time all I was was a lump of red clay. My Master took me and rolled me and rolled me, then patted me all over and over again. I didn't like it, and I yelled out at him to leave me alone, but he only smiled and said, "Not Yet."      Then I was placed on a spinning wheel, and suddenly I was spinning around and around and around. "Stop...
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A Call to Prayer

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                                                                             IT HAD BEEN A LONG cold winter, and I was glad to see spring arrive with all the newness of life that it symbolizes.   I remember seeing my first robin of the year, knowing the spring flowers were soon to follow. There is something peaceful about a garden; perhaps it is in the beauty of the flowers of spring or their sweet fragrance that fills the air. To me, it is the flowers of spring that bring a feeling of renewed hope and restoration. Yet as I stand here looking down at a cluster of six yellow tulips that grace my flower garden, there is no beauty to be seen, no sweet fragrance that fills the air, only a feeling of renewed hope that fills my heart. You see, they were planted ...
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Finding Christ in Christmas (from a Holliday Collection)

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                               Finding Christ in Christmas                   It’s time to gather around as I share Finding the Christ in Christmas with all my family and friends. It began deep within the woods many years ago when grandpa took me to help find the perfect Christmas tree. After looking everywhere, grandpa, with a big smile on his face, pointed to the tree saying, “There he is, we found our tree!” I was so excited that I let go of his hand and ran to the biggest tree I had ever seen, and turned to him, “Oh grandpa, its beautiful!” But to my surprise, he told me, “No child, it’s not that tree,” as he stood beside a very small one, “Come and help me dig our tree.” After we got the tree dug grandpa wrapped the dirt around the roots in a cloth and we started for home.        ...
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Why I Write (Day 2 from, an Untitled Collection)

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                 One of my favorite scriptures is found in Isaiah 61:3 it’s about Jesus’ ministry of salvation by giving to us, “Beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.” You see our past does not define us. I am no longer a victim, nor am I a survivor; I am an overcomer by the blood of the Lamb and the word of my testimony (Revelation 12:11).  Isaiah goes on the say why Jesus does this for us, “That they may be called trees of righteousness the planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified” (NKJV).  Let’s continue in chapter 61:7, “Instead of your shame you shall have double honor, and instead of confusion they shall rejoice in their portion. Therefore in their land they shall possess double; everlasting joy shall be theirs” (NKJV).             I would like to share something with you that has stuck with me for year...
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Why I Write (Day 1 from, An Untitled Collection)

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                  MY SISTER ASKED ME if I believed I was called to write; when I think of God placing a calling on someone’s life I think of someone in the ministry such as a Pastor, Evangelist, or Missionary, so I would have to say, no I don’t.    When I was talking with my publisher she told me not every book is a best seller; do I think mine ever will be, again, no I don’t, but that’s not why I write. However, I do believe God has given me a gift to write because you see without him I would have never been able to read, let alone write. I graduated from high school with about a third-grade reading level. When I was in the fourth grade my teacher learned I didn’t have the ability to sound out words and I couldn’t identify isolated words.   It wasn’t until I was an adult that I learned I have visual dyslexia, as a side effect of abuse.   I say the Lord taught me how to read because he pr...
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The Rose (Day 4 from Cleansing Thoughts)

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                            What a truly delightful day I had shared with the Lord and the memories of all my loved ones who are now with Him. I felt such peace knowing one day I would be with them again, but for now, I had my roses. As I stood there amazed at all the Lord had shared with me, one last rose took my eye. It was the John F. Kennedy. The bush was in full bloom, from the tiniest bud to fully opened roes. A verse from the book of Revelation came flowing from my lips, "Let us be glad and rejoice, and give honor to him: for the marriage of the Lamb has come, and his wife has made herself ready. And to her was granted that she should be arrayed  in fine linen, clean and white: for the fine linen is the righteousness of the saints." (Revelation 19:7-8, KJV). How fitting this scripture should come to mind. You see, the Kennedy is a pure white rose, and I had seen my loved ones dressed in fine...
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