Posts made in February, 2020

The Pickup Truck

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The Pickup Truck

The Pickup Truck Old, rusty, and brown, that’s me. Once long ago, I was a looker before the years got to me. My four tires are nearly slick but patched so many times that it counts as more tread. Sometimes my tires look almost flat, but if you keep airing them up, they’ll get you where you’re going. Lightly pumping my brake pedal will bring you to a nice stop.  Slam on my brake, and I’ll keep on a going. Slam again, and I’ll throw you through the windshield. Being a standard, I have a clutch and a long gear shifter on the floor.  There is a round ball on the top...

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The Park Bench

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The Park Bench

  What a drab day, Elsa thought to herself as she stood at her office window. Elsa prayed the rain would stop and the skies would clear by lunchtime. The park was her refuge while eating her lunch. Elsa had a favorite bench where she sat, ate her lunch, and watched people walking by while she contemplated her past and hopes for the future. When the train stopped at the right place, Sam got off.  He had made this trip so many times in the past that he could probably do it in his sleep. As Sam made it through the rain to his office, he wondered if later in the day the rain would stop and...

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Your Are Special

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Your Are Special

  You Are Special You are a special young man to me, and came into my life when you were less than three. Big brown eyes, brown hair with a magnificent smile, you melted my heart in a very short while. Soon by God’s loving plan and grace, You became my Great Grandson bringing an even bigger smile to my face. Remember the ice bucket challenge that we decided to do? That bucket of ice water was nearly as big as you, but that didn’t stop you from dumping that water, and I still remember your amazing laughter, Together we have played in my backyard, and I watched you swim in my...

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The Train Station

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The Train Station

        Tom straightened his tie then put on his hat. Why did he have to make this business trip, he hated that Train Station. He only went there when there was no other choice. Memories began flooding his mind increasing his anxiety.  She told him she would return, but he had waited hours before a policeman took him away.        Elsa put on her hat, coat, and walked to her nightstand.  She carefully took the picture from its frame, looked at the small boy in the photo then gently put it into her purse.  Memories of that day long ago made tears roll down her cheeks.   Why had she fallen ill...

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I Lost Me

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I Lost Me

I Lost Me I lost a deep desire, with a brightly burning fire. I lost the will to be,  the truth inside of me. I lost a yearning to be much more, but then faith led me to a new door. Opening the door to a beautiful sight, finding me in the glowing light. I lost me, but now I can see, I was not lost; God was holding me.  He gently put my feet on the ground, but surprise-filled me once turning around. Glowing embers burned brightly at my feet below. God placed on new logs then gave them a blow. The logs began to flame as a new fire grew, but beyond the flames, there was something new. A path...

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