Author Archive for Rhea B. Riddle

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.

A Lovely Moment

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I slumped in my deck chair; my eyes level with the bowl of the metal bird bath.  It was a pleasant view covered as it was with a greenish patina on the metal.  I had filled it with fresh water…

Blessed Redeemer

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The scene: And Jesus said, Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do.  And parting his garments among them, they cast lots.  And the people stood beholding. And the rulers also scoffed at him, saying, “He saved others;…

Another Place

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Light, space, zest ~ that’s God!  So, with him on my side I’m fearless, afraid of no one and nothing. Psalms 27:1 (The Message Version) The ominous clouds crawled and clawed their way across the rain swollen sky.  Each had…

The Ravens… ?

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The winter sky and the scraping winds on this early January morning send shivers of doom and foreboding through my cold, cold bones.  Even though I am warm and toasty in my home, and have piled on my sweats, socks,…

Highest Sanctuary

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My husband napped; I had worn him out from shopping on the steep Tennessee streets.  So, I wandered around the grounds of our hotel; the grand old lady is named after the town, “The Gatlinburg Inn.” She is an immense,…

Night Falls

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Night falls, oh yes, it does.  The four dark corners untangle from the heavens falling in gentle folds sliding under the stars, and settling with great tenderness upon my world covering all the broken pieces of the day with the…