My Concealed Weapon

For eight years I’ve carried a concealed weapon. Concealed because it’s always in my purse; and unless you snoop around in there, you won’t know it’s there. I bought it for cheap at a local store. I don’t have a license to carry it, but I have power with it....

You Can Be a Fighter

Do we fight? Doesn’t that go against the logic that we are suppose to love? Doesn’t that contradict the adage, “turn the other cheek?” Shouldn’t Christians be nice-guys who let other guys win? All these questions have run through my head. Until...

Learning to Look Thru Stained-Glass

Before I met Raul, I saw life through shattered-glass. The “why,” or “how” formulated on broken focus and jaded pieces. The cup wasn’t half-empty it was almost-gone. The grass wasn’t greener on the other side, it was brown. Life wasn’t a bowl full of...
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