A shaft of sunlight beamed its way through the window, and like an arrow that hits the bullseye on a target, this beam of sunshine focused on the rear tire wheel well. And there it was – the tiniest dot of rust! What? I never noticed that before! But the sunlight exposed it.
Category: Grace
Mystery Mansion – Part One
We ventured into “Mark’s Gospel Room.” The room had minimal décor, but the walls were covered with strips of paper from ceiling to floor with the entire gospel – minus chapter and verse numbers – in a lovely handwritten style on each strip. We read what we could, looking for our answers. Again, all to no avail.
Called Out of Darkness – Part III
On the fifth night after surgery while still in ICU, I awoke around 1:30am. I listened to and loathed the sound of the suction machine plugged into the wall that pumped extra fluids from my incision. The pump to keep circulation in my leg compressed and released, compressed and released. I looked at all the IV tubes that hung like a tangled mass – drip, drip, drip.