Words came in the night, perhaps they can meet a need… In times of intense emotional turmoil when dealing with the great unknown I become vulnerable to my senses tuning in my self-defenses I turn into wood yet trouble can…
The Great Unknown
Author: 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.
Findings… by Rhea: The Addictive Word… Still!
I have wandered through the Bible, and I have taken definite paths when searching. I have been on listening journeys, and asking tours when I traversed the Holy pages. There are times I read in the middle of crowds, or…
A Long Short Story
The long-fingered rays of the warm evening sun brushed her cheeks with the warm kisses in the quietness of the country evening. She strode along the edge of the woods, seeking calmness. The fragrance of the crushed, ripe, summer grass…
With This in Mind, Again ~ “findings” by Rhea
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…
Back to the Edge of My Mountaintop
Was it the heavy breeze of midnight that beckoned so sweetly Perhaps the moon flickering signals through fresh green boughs. Ah, it was a clarion call, high-toned sound of brass weeping in awe Enticing my adventurous soul once again to…