How to Pray by Listening by Crickett Keeth How would you describe your time in prayer? Do you do most of the talking, or is there a balance with listening? When we hear the words pray or prayer, we tend to think of speaking, not listening. When we pray, we…
Libraries and bookstores list quite a different set of books in the inspirational category. On a stroll through the aisles of any such purveyor of literature, one may find theology textbooks, Bibles, studies, and devotionals. I treasure the spiritual value these publications provide. For me, such books exceed the term inspirational.…
Crises can overshadow our lives as if blocking out every other part of our existence. But just as the moon cannot shut out solar rays, problems cannot prevent God's presence from remaining with us in times of trouble. When we cannot see light and truth, it is the most important time…
Hickory and poultry scents wove through the neighborhood's brisk air as Amber lifted her cherub-faced daughter from the car. White flecks floated aimlessly on the breeze, dotting their cheeks with chilly kisses. A flake landed on Angela's long, dark lashes. "Whassat?" She blinked at her mother and pointed a chubby finger…
A cramp seized Amber's belly. Pain shot through her core. Her knees crumpled, but she clutched the counter in either side of her register. The life within her writhed. Gut, hips, and low back burned all at once. Not yet. She grit her teeth through the vice of tension. Exhaled. Steadied herself.…
Last week, we began reflecting upon a holiday carol's legend. While the intrigue rumored to influence The Twelve Days of Christmas has been debunked by scholars, we can still benefit from meditating upon the lyrics. Reflecting upon the subject of each stanza as a faith symbol offers us an opportunity to…
Snow whirled across the windshield. Beyond the fervent wipers, churning flurries thickened the air. Lanes blurred together. The white glare ached on Amber's bleary eyes. Her chin drooped. Register buttons. Impatient customers. Talvert smacking the counter. The day drifted through her thoughts like a nightmare. The car skidded, fishtailed a bit.…
The Forbidden Wood’s ebony thickets clamored at the moon, stealing half its light. Plumes of dust galloped toward it along the East Road. Luren. He would murder her mother like the others. So clever in other matters, why had she insisted on devotion to the King? She pressed her lips onto…
From the sun's wink at the zenith, a blue of immeasurable depth extends in all directions to the horizon. I squint at the brilliant sky, wishing it could swallow me whole. Through a gullet of downy clouds, the stuff of daydreams would carry me into the heavens. I could float, suspended…
Welcome to my writing loft. Feel free to glance through the archives and check out a few devotional posts. I'm taking a break from the norm to participate in a blog tour. This event invites readers onto a cross-country cybertrain, in which they meet new authors and taste fresh posts. Grab a cup…