Just Another Clay Pot

Lord, my soul brims. Your Word, Your beautiful Self-portrait Ripples in my heart, Makes it tremble with love for You. Fullness overf...

Photo by Webdeblee As much as I love writing theological treatises, I have other writing passions as well.  I LOVE to write fiction......

Image by The Rusty Projector via Flickr               I could have sworn I had already posted this poem here on my bl...

I am from Florida's sweaty air, from the close quarters of a small home, from one bathroom shared by five people, from wide-mouthed ...

As I’ve mentioned before , my precious grandmother died at the same exact time that her first great-great grandchild was being born.  I was ...

Once she hid, alone Guarding a dead husk, Hoping it still lived. Precious, it was, And the only one She would ever have. Shriv...

"In Other Words" "I'm free!" said he, and off he ran Away from that oppressive man Who weighed him down with rules a...

Friday Fiction I originally wrote this fun little piece for the FaithWriters Weekly Challenge, under the topic, "Bridge." Erasmus ...

"In Other Words" Tuesday I wrote this poem a while back, and in my heart I can imagine it becoming a song. It's about being h...

Monday Manna There's a hidden place in my soul. I barely know it's there, but I defend it fiercely anyway. Its walls stand firm and ...

Thank You, Lord, that my tears taste different now. They used to taste of bitter despair acid rage bloodied pride choking hopelessness acrid...

In Other Words We love to look at the things we love. For many of us, that means we go through life with a mirror strapped in front of our ...