I was born seventy three years ago in Owensboro Kentucky - a pretty little city perched along the Ohio River. I am a wife, mother, and grandmother and I have a rich heritage in memories from which to draw. I recently began blogging true stories and incidents that have occurred in my life. I am now writing some stories of pure fiction glazed with truth. My desire is to gratify the reader and glorify my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. The Lord gifted me with humor and I enjoy passing it along.
Rhea B. has written 44 on Christian Women Online.
I often wonder while living my life ~ this ordinary life ~ do I, or even can I, fully worship, love, and obey in truth my God and Father, the One who dwells on a plane I can’t with the frailty of my human thoughts, begin to comprehend? I can only reach out with my […]
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The black skeletal trees stand in stark relief to the gray-white background of all else. There is an edge of ice glittering on the northern rim of each limb; it seems slightly threatening in this dying day. A huge storm was promised with blizzard conditions, but only a dusting of white powder snow is scattered […]
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The prologue: “And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night …” Winter’s chill is in the air, and the moon is a sliver of frozen light, The world pauses, and silence wraps the shepherds in a holy hush. The black crystal canvas of the […]
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I have taken a break from the fun task of making Christmas goodies; slow but syncopated music fills the air; thoughts of family stir in my heart. I am spending imaginary time with my grandchildren this morning; the music leads the way; they flesh it out. I’m letting my ideas run their erratic course. Something […]
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I am standing in the dappled shade of shallow woods. Through the low-hanging branches, I see liquid diamonds sparkle as ripplets bounce off the partially submerged sand rock in the creek. The stream slowly winds its way, in no hurry, to join a rushing great river. I am still barely breathing; I ignore the tickle […]
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The rain keeps falling… drip, drip, drip. The slow persistent water slides from the leaves of the choke cherry tree in an unrelenting manner. My yard is filled with verdant growth this summer. We have not had flooding in my area, but since spring, here in Kentucky, we have had many, many cloudy and overcast […]
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I love the intricacies of an old church in Charleston. The steeple appears aged and worn, but still the beauty of it draws me. The place gives me a feeling of solace and peace. I imagine within its walls many people have found the answers to questions they have long been seeking. Character and purpose seep through the flaking paint and sun dried wood.
Sometimes I feel like this church ~ used, dried up and weary. As life comes barreling toward me at an accelerated rate I want to retreat and crawl under the covers. Yet like this old church, I continue to stand and want to be the heartbeat of God to those around me.
I also have unique characteristics and purpose as this church does. As this faded old building is a light in the city of Charleston I, too, can be a place of refuge for hurting, bleeding souls. As Christ lives in and through me, I will emerge as a woman offering hope to the world.
"Thank You, Father, that You would consider using me today. Penetrate the walls of my being with your rays of Sonshine so others will see Your truth and love."
For we are God’s fellow workers. You are God’s field, God’s building. 1 Corinthians 3:9
Shining in Him,
Julie