This story is shared by Kristine K. Lowder “Find the most beautiful anniversary card you can and send it to Marilyn as a token of My love for you.” “But Lord,” I sputtered, “you don’t understand. Send Marilyn a card after what she did to me? Are you kidding?” His velvet steel reply was unequivocal, […]
This article is shared by Kristine K. Lowder Do you remember the jingle? It’s the catchy tune from one of TV’s top shows of yester-year: Sometimes you want to go Where everybody knows your name, And they’re always glad you came; You want to be where you can see, Our troubles are all the same; […]
This article is shared by Kristine K. Lowder I have a confession. I’m an “after-Christmas” aficionada. I love to save on “after-Christmas” sales. I love to “stock up for next year” at half-price and exchange unwanted gifts for refunds. I like clearing up and cleaning out and the sparkling expanse of a brand new, clean-as-a-whistle […]
This poem is shared by Kristine K. Lowder Can I bind myself to that naked stake Shall I lift high the red-striped timber Will heart and hand fully lade partake Can flesh fade without a whimper? Do roses bloom without a brier Shall I bend Thy will to mine Doth dross consume sans smelting fire […]
This poem is shared by Kristine K. Lowder He’s tired coming home as the day’s nearly spent Selfless shoulders may sag and then droop, greatly bent But when he walks through the door at the end of the day He’s met by a chorus chiming, “Dad, can you play?” First Josiah jumps up and dashes […]
This story is shared by Kristine K. Lowder Hands clenched white, he gripped the drooping paper plate for dear life. My four year-old tracked me down between sips of orange juice and a double Dutch chocolate donut bearing his latest Sunday school creation: a slightly squashed green plastic planter sheltering what may be charitably dubbed […]
This poem is shared by Kristine K. Lowder Me again Grimy Wobbly Faithless Stubbornly starving Pockmarked with pitfalls Plowed deep in pride Strangled by selfishness Butting another brick wall Me again
This poem is shared by Kristine K. Lowder I wanted You to still the storm calm the tempest part my sea. I wanted You to mend my fractures salve my wounds end the pain. I wanted You to sharpen sword eviscerate all enemies oversee their quick retreat. You didn’t.