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.
sounds and I reach for the alarm clock. Pain shoots down my arm. With a low
moan, I struggle to turn the thing off and flop back over, cradling my arm to
my side. My shoulder grinds with every movement and tears flood my eyes. Just one more day.
The physical battle
through the work day leaves me weary and I arrive at home to land in my comfy
chair. Spikes and tingles spread through my fingertips as my back relaxes
against the soft cushion. A jackhammer feels like it’s keeping time under my
shoulder blade. I close my eyes and thank the Lord for getting me through the
I guess the Lord
has a lesson for me to learn through this whole ordeal. Modern medicine can’t
magically cure this ailment. The doctors don’t know when it will go away or why
it happened in the first place. All they know is that it will fix itself, maybe…in
it’s own good time. Until then, I’m the one-armed pharmacist/writer.
The Lord is
good. He’s my fortress. In Him, I can do all things, so this ol’ shoulder won’t
beat me down. I’ll keep working, and writing. And when the tears come, I’ll let
Him wipe them away.
Psalm 28:7 “The
LORD is my strength and my shield; My heart trusted in Him, and I am helped;
Therefore my heart greatly rejoices, And with my song I will praise Him.”
struggling? Don’t do it alone. He wants to help. Will you let Him today?
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…