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.
17:20 (NKJV)So Jesus said to them, “Because of your
unbelief; for assuredly, I say to you, if you have faith as a mustard seed, you
will say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it will move; and
nothing will be impossible for you.”
Like a ship in
the storm, I toss amidst the struggles in my life. When will the healing come?
How long can I bear the pain? Will it last forever? What do I do if it doesn’t
go away? Questions linger in my mind.
chase dreams away and rest becomes elusive. Fatigue’s a new friend. I greet him
with a nod as I prepare for my day. A prayer lifts my spirit and the Lord gives
me strength one more time.
A speck of dust
catches my eye. It’s small; no larger than a grain of sand. I’m reminded of a
mustard seed. Where is the verse about the mustard seed in the Bible? What did
whisper across the thin pages until Matthew drifts into view. I find the verse
and joy fills my soul.
energy surges through my body. My new friend is nowhere to be found. With a
small seed of faith, my day became possible. The mountain moved.
1 Corinthians 16:13 (NKJV) Watch, stand fast in the faith, be
brave, be strong.
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…