I turned and looked. The man stopped at the end of the driveway by the paper box. He stared at me as he slowly came up the driveway. Step by step. I stood at the front door – the doorbell just inches from my hand, but I could not ring the bell.
Category: inspiration
A Woman’s Letter
Would I have compassion if I were to receive a message from Tamar, daughter of a king, in which she shares her deepest secret for her guilt and unspeakable shame? Or, a letter from Esther, an orphan girl, who grew up to become the unlikely queen of a nation?
Kaleidoscope
Not all people struggle with this idiosyncrasy, but I eo. “Hello, My name is Rita and I’m a list-maker. I make lists of tasks I want to get accomplished, and sometimes I will do somethig extra just to write it on my list so I can cross it off!”