Tiny Thrones

There once was a son who lived in a kingdom. He lived in a castle, with his father the King. As the young man was growing, he would spend his days locked away in his room, imagining what it must be like to be the King. He built in his room, a tiny throne, just large enough for himself. He planned how he wanted to run his subjects, how he was to operate his land, the laws he wanted to enact. And he did this day in and day out as he was growing up. One day, when he awoke – he found that his room had been put in order, and while he had been sleeping someone had come in and taken away his tiny throne.…

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A Self Sacrifice

There have been many moments in my life, where standing at a cross road, I have had to make a decision that impacted my life’s destiny.  At 19, I had a choice to humble myself and ask the Lord to save me from my unbelief as an atheist, or to remain unchanged and hardened in the thought that God existing was not possible.  At 22, I had a choice to go out and seek deliverance from illnesses that were plaguing me, or to lay down with them and believe that Jesus did not want to heal me.  At 24, I had a choice to become a missionary at the risk of alienating my family, or to continue working at my 9 to 5 job and risk a much greater kind of misery than being orphaned.  …

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What Did You Say?

It was difficult to maintain my composure while I sat there, sipping tea from my chair by the window. I must admit,  people-watching sometimes gets me into trouble.   Yesterday, a particularly well groomed woman sat down to eat lunch with a young girl in a booth next to mine. I was captivated by the way that she held her utensils in her hand, and the ease at which she moved them across the china. It was breathtakingly refined. The precise arch of her finger against the fork, her perfectly held posture, and the smooth glide of her hand to her mouth. …

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Onion Women

I kept my foot on the brake.  I can’t tell you why. He was charming enough. Handsome enough. Kind enough. Christian enough. He even had salt and pepper hair, which is my own personal form of kryptonite. But instead of putting my car in park, I pressed all my weight down on the brake.  It made his kiss goodnight a little more dangerous, because if I let up at all – we could have been on a literal roll.   It was late in the evening, and he was someone I’d known for a while.  We hadn’t connected in years, but our lunch turned dinner turned after hour drinks proved that we were both interested, but still.…

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Ten

The world has gone winter white outside my window.  Everything is soft and still and silent. I’ve been inside my home for five days straight – save the one urging of bravery to explore the wonderland, which resulted in a wrist brace and bruised backside.  Ice is pretty, and dangerous. I turned ten years old this week, in faith.  I’m actually closer to thirty – if you’re adding up the storied rings on the tree trunk – but only these last ten have been beautiful. I don’t count the years before I met him. I get a little misty eyed and contemplative on my birthdays.…

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