Through words and pictures, we walk the winding trails of the untamed west. As a Wyoming Christian author, I breathe the beauty around me, transferring it to paper. I dare all to take the leap into God's country. Learn of its untold stories and reveal for yourself . . . where the wild meets the Forgiven.
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What does it mean to suffer?Webster’s Dictionary states it as the following:1a:
to submit to or be forced to endure <suffer martyrdom> b: to feel keenly :
labor under <suffer thirst> 2: Undergo, experience 3:
to put up with especially as inevitable or unavoidable 4: to allow
especially by reason of indifference. So
what does that mean anyway and how does it apply to me?
Suffering is a
dilemma I struggle with daily.Watching
the struggles of those I love is hard to do, knowing I can do nothing
physically to alleviate their pain.The
emotional toll that suffering takes on a human being is enormous.I relate it to a roller coaster ride of highs
and lows, good days and bad, depending on which loop it is on at the moment.
Before my husband’s last surgery, I thought I would
scream!Would it ever end? The man
is tough but he is not invincible and he is suffering.Why?He loves the Lord with all his heart.What could he have possibly done to deserve this?
It was a little ironic that his thirty-fifth surgery hit on
Easter weekend.I was asking myself that
question right when I was remembering Jesus Christ’s suffering and
sacrifice.It is truly amazing how God
works, isn’t it?
The Holy Spirit gave me this scripture to give suffering a
only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering
produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame, because
God's love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has
been given to us.
Oh, I still hate the roller coaster ride but I know I am not
alone.I have an almighty God on my side
and He will give us the strength to get through whatever lies ahead.
Falling Rock: A Short Story Once upon a time, in a small Indian
village, a brave warrior called Falling Rock fell in love with the chief’s daughter. She returned
his love and they went before the chief to ask for permission to wed. “You
say you love my daughter. Is this true?” The old chief looked to his youngest
daughter, the most beautiful of his children. “Yes,
Father. He loves me and I love him. Please let us marry.” Her small hands
grasped his gnarly ones and he narrowed his beady eyes at the warrior. “What
do you have to offer for this union, young warrior?” He
watched as the bravery seemed to seep out of the man at his question. “I
have nothing, my chief. I do not own any animals or fancy cloth. I can offer my
service and my loyal protection.” His black eyes met the daughter’s. “To you
and yours for the rest of my days.” “I
have that already, my man. I wish you to complete me a task. If you are
successful, you will have permission to marry my daughter. Do you agree?” The
stage… Raving Lunacy I search
every hidden realm in the computer for my lost words.I dig into the recycle bin, the hard drives,
the documents and picture files looking for the elusive data.No bits or bytes are to be found.Strands of hair fall by my chair and unkind
words caress the ceiling.My husband
listens to the moans and groans for a little while then asks the one question
I do not want to hear.
"Did you save
DID I SAVE THEM?Of course, I saved them!I always
save them!What kind of an airheaded
writer does NOT save their work?Do I
look like an airheaded writer?NO!Of course not, that is because I SAVE MY
WORK!(I did say raving lu…