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 45 on Christian Women Online.
There are many things to be grateful for in this harvest season and in this season of my life. I am so thankful for family far and near, and the fact my Hubby and I are still traveling, and enjoying all the time we can with each. These fall days we are visiting and enjoying […]
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Dark roiling clouds gathered over Tennessee and the newly turned “matte” brown football field; the game would start soon. Ah, if only the rain held off. The lowering sky held many layers and hues of somber, ominous colors. I embarrassed my family, but huddled anyway under a clean, white, plastic garbage bag found in the […]
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The drawer on the right-hand side on my computer desk holds various and sundry of things, as I am sure yours does. My prized possessions in there are pencils and a fist full of wooden or plastic rulers. I think I developed this obsession in the third grade, and I seem to be stuck there. […]
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It was suddenly quiet around the crowded oak breakfast table; a stainless steel impersonal quiet ~ one of sharp awareness ~ as the frigid hand of fear gripped each attending heart. As full truth seeped in our minds, the heat of emotions melted our icy state, and hot tears began their languid flow. My friends, […]
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The unexpected sound was raw; sharp as a whip even though it was released through the throat of a wood thrush, the bird that creates poetry within a melody. There was snapping ~ a pit, pit, pit ~ not unlike a distant version of a rough running motor. The serenade of the flute~like aria […]
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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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A good day starter:
I suspect you would never intend this, but this is what happens. When you attempt to live by your own religious plans and projects, you are cut off from Christ, you fall out of grace. Meanwhile we expectantly wait for a satisfying relationship with the Spirit. For in Christ, neither our most conscientious religion nor disregard of religion amounts to anything. What matters is something far more interior: faith expressed in love. Galatians 5:4-6 (The Message version)
What more can I say? Because I am graced by Your love for me, and the faith I have in Your son Jesus Christ, my desire is to allow Your spirit to lead in all ways; Your desire is to strengthen my will to do so.
Daily following,
Rhea