But For The Grace of God

It isn’t often that I get involved in the political discussions within the online community that I run. Today though, one of the conversations set off a strong feeling of anger inside of me. It took everything I had not to ask people what in the hell was wrong with them. They were ranting about homeless people, telling the stories …

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I smiled . . .

I have been wanting to visit the Bussey’s Flea Market in Schertz, (about a 15 minute drive from here) for quite some time now. It was a conflicting desire for me. Although I knew I desperately wanted to explore all the treasures there, I also know I am not a fan of large, noisy crowds of people. This time my …

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Sound of the Mourning Dove

I woke to the lonesome sound of the mourning dove Drawn to the sight of her, resting on the branch Cautiously watching the others all around her Yet she remained there, separate and alone Calling out for something . . . Tears burned my eyes, but did not fall Softly I whispered to her I know little bird I know …

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The Voices Within

The Voice of Hope . . . The voice of hope still believes in fairy tales and happily ever after. It is often quickly smothered by the voice of reason, and ridiculed by the voice of darkness and doubt. But somehow, no matter what happens in life, this voice continues to survive. Yeah, sometimes the light dims to barely a …

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The Darkest Hours

Now and then, I find the darkest hours before dawn to be the most difficult. It took me a few moments to realize what woke me up, a few moments before I heard the wind howling, gusting at more than 50 mile per hour, branches scraping the side of the building. It’s ironic that I love watching the power of …

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