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.

The Deer’s Cry

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,…

Peace in Stormy Weather

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…

The “V” Word

I was entranced by my morning devotions as I came to a deeper understanding of a spiritual truth.  The scripture, found in Mark 14, tells about a time in Bethany when Jesus was enjoying a meal with friends.  Not just…