We Watch ’Em Fly

As a boy, I sat on my granddad’s porch one day and watched a bird pushing her little ones out of the nest. They beat their wings in a struggled frenzy. Then the moment came when they got it. They began to lift and then they were gone.

It occurred to me that the momma bird would be left alone. I asked my granddad what she would do. Looking at me in my endless chatter, he must have considered the relief that bird would know when there weren’t all those little birds crowding the nest anymore. But my granddad said, “Well…she watches ’em fly.”
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They’re Tearing Down Mother’s House

By Dorothy Ward-Winters

I am deeply saddened.

The city pasted a red sign on the door: This house is in dangerous condition. It is condemned.”

It’s true the electrical system is outdated, but it still worked. The plumbing was eroded and water constantly seeped out of holes in the lines under the yard. But it still worked. Paint is peeling from the wooden siding, but there’s enough left to show the color–green. Entering the house through the back door is tricky–the porch is sinking on one side. But it’s usable. No one lives there now, but I still treasure the house. It’s the only house Mother and Father owned.
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Are We There Yet?

My kids are really good travelers. It’s a wonderful thing, since much of our extended family lives 800 miles away. But probably just like with your kids, there comes a time in the trip where “How much longer?” and “Are we there yet?” become echoes from the deep back seat of boredom. The DVD player has been tuned out, coloring books are littering the floorboard, and crayons are melting between the seats. They’ve had enough.
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Spring Planting

By Caro Jackson

It is spring and of course for those of us who find our “passion” often lies in the in the physical action of digging in the dirt…our time has come.  We gather our hoes and rakes and shovels with the single intent of putting a fresh face on our outer bounds.  Following the cool refreshing rain of a couple of weeks ago, little bits of green have begun to shine through the dingy color laid down by winter. We march forth with the eagerness of suffragettes on a mission.
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God on the Spot – Part 3: The Promise

By Dianne E. Butts

After God put Himself on the spot by promising to send a Messiah in Genesis 3:15, He then promised to bring that Messiah through the bloodline of one elderly, childless family: Abram and Sarai.

In Genesis 15:4-5, God promised childless Abram “a son coming from your own body” and offspring as numerous as the stars.
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