I am the extremely flawed heroine in “Meeting Myself, snippets from a binging and bulging mind. There I am again in The Pregnant Pause of Grief, the first trimester of…
Published July 31st, 2014 by Brenda Wood
You know by now that my idea of camping out is a comfy motel with water and heat. That’s why I admire the crafting Israelites so much. They made the…
Published July 30th, 2014 by Brenda Wood
Preying prayer is meant for your ears, to control or change you. It’s the aggressive mother who prays ‘Lord, make Billy clean his room before I get angry. It’s the…
Published July 29th, 2014 by Brenda Wood
Lord, may we have eyes that see the best. The precepts of the Lord are right, giving joy to the heart. The commands of the Lord are radiant, giving light…
Published July 28th, 2014 by Brenda Wood
“Why did God give us teeth?” asked the little one. She giggled and then shouted her answer before I could get a word in. “To hold our lips out!” she…
Published July 27th, 2014 by Brenda Wood
Then the Lord said to Moses, Take the following fine spices: 500 shekels of liquid myrrh, half as much (that is, 250 shekels) of fragrant cinnamon, 250 shekels of fragrant…
Published July 26th, 2014 by Brenda Wood
The waitress was a saint for putting up with his rudeness. Does this make the waitress an equivalent of St. Paul or perhaps even more saintly than Paul? After all,…
Published July 25th, 2014 by Brenda Wood
“I’ll make stone soup,” the fellow said, but it’s better with some broth. So Mrs. Jones brought brothy bones and stirred them to a froth. And Betty Barter added peas,…
Published July 24th, 2014 by Brenda Wood
I’m ashamed to admit it but I have become a stalker, a grass stalker to be more specific. I had to re-seed the lawn and that comes with great watering…
Published July 23rd, 2014 by Brenda Wood
I invite you to Google Joe Castillo and find his Jesus picture. It’s not the ordinary run-of-the-mill Jesus drawing, but one that is made up of dozens of miniscule scenes…
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