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The Storywriter
Love. An oh so tiny word, yet heavy with meaning. To us as humans, it’s the very heartbeat of life. Our deepest longing. We crave relationship. God formed the perfect relationship in the Garden. Flawless. Man’s choice severed that flawless relationship. Bringing hurt…disappointment…loss. Man now lives life searching for the answer. Jesus is the key.…
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The Loss
Blood. So much blood. Dripping onto the ground. Forming puddles. Staining hands. Ruining clothes. Blackened spots showing where blood had become dry. Too much blood. The scene painted a dark picture. Chilling the little girl’s insides. Shock began to settle over her. * * …
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The Story Within
Girl and horse soon possessed a powerful bond. Deep. Unbreakable. The girl quickly discovered the unimaginable. Horses never hurt with words. Horses never yelled. Horses never threw things. Horses never left in the middle of the night. Horses never made you feel unloved. Horses were solid. Horses were constant. Horses cared. Horses were safe. Misty…
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A Little Girl’s Dream
Once upon a time…many years ago…there lived a little girl. And she had a dream. A dream she wanted fulfilled. She had a great love for something. They are graceful. Majestic. Powerful. Horses! The little girl read about them. Talked about them. Studied them. She knew every horses’ breed by the sight of them. She…
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Cold Silence
Bound by a heavy cast. Confined. Walking was an impossibility. Only the serious tone and firm instructions convinced me to let go of the use of my .limb. But didn’t deter me from my desired destination. School. Crutches not yet acquired, pitifully I hopped through the remaining hours of the day. Burdened with the weight…
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Another Hit
An aching. A twinge. A stabbing pain. Unexpectedly giving pause. Gingerly I treaded. Believing such incidences as normal after fracturing a bone. Not wishing to bow to the fact. A niggling doubt. Choosing instead to chalk it up to my imagination. That the ache didn’t exist. But in moments of intense pain, I let it…
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Jaded View
All those years ago…if you had gotten a glimpse of a young woman. This would have been your view. Smiles. Laughter. Constant chatter. Unbridled energy. A girl happy and fun loving. If it were possible for you to have gotten a deeper look. This would have been your view. Anger. Resentment. Constant fear. Dangerous self…
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The Fight Began
Broken-damaged or altered. A shining, perfect piece of glass. If that piece of glass falls, we call it broken. It is damaged. Fissures fun through. Jagged edges pierce the air. Altered. One piece converted to numerous bits. Fragile. The shine less bright. Forever changed. Identical to fallen glass, my immune system was broken. A silent,…
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The First Touch
Shining eyes. Joyous laughter. Smiling lips. Welling from a heart made clean. Basking in the perfect love of a Saviour. Sad eyes turned to sparkles of joy. Because of a single choice. Making Jesus welcome in a hurting heart. New life! Freedom and peace now reigned. With softened heart and newfound joy I…
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Love Broke Through
Like black rolling waves before the storm, I felt an unsettling deep inside. A darkness I pushed down. Desperately trying to be rid of it by charging through life. Rebellion took root. I grabbed its hand and let anger latch on too. For the world looking on, I was the bubbling little girl.…