Positive thoughts from a Christian Perspective

  • The Clear Path

    The Clear Path

    James and I were devout Christians who lived sheltered lives. Coming to university in the big city, we both felt like fish out of water. One day after class, we tried to make sense of the alternative lifestyles that many of our fellow fine arts majors led. To them, right and wrong were not black…

  • The Struggle of Love vs. Distraction

    The Struggle of Love vs. Distraction

    The teenage couple walked hand-in-hand, crossing a stone bridge over a rainswelled creek. The heartwarming scene brought back memories of my own first love. Yet, as I drove past, I did a double take. In his other hand, the young man held a cell phone; he was staring at it, not the girl–scrolling away. The…

  • The Town with Many Moms

    The Town with Many Moms

    Growing up in a small farming town, and belonging to a little close-knit church, meant I had plenty of folks looking out for my best interests. This was especially true on my mother’s side, as I not only had my own mom, but several other ladies who filled that role. One such angelic soul was…

  • Finding Clarity Through Childlike Wisdom

    Finding Clarity Through Childlike Wisdom

    One of my favorite things about being in elementary education is the enlightening conversations I have with children. For instance, the other day I met a talkative preschooler, who was waiting in the school office to be picked up by his mother. I sat down and introduced myself, and then asked the little guy his…

  • Finding Meaning in an Open Closet Door

    Finding Meaning in an Open Closet Door

    It started simply enough. Shortly after we remodeled our home, I found a closet door open in the back hallway. “I must have forgotten to close it after I was in there last night,” I convinced myself. But it kept happening. “Sweetheart, were you in the back hallway closet yesterday? I noticed it was left…

  • Happy, the Laughing Rooster | Short Story

    Happy, the Laughing Rooster | Short Story

    It wasn’t a stressful life, being a chicken at the Johnson’s farm. Mrs. Johnson only kept them for their eggs and never took one for the family table. In fact, her “girls,” as she called them, all had names. There was Penny and Jenny, and many others. But everything changed, one ominous night when a…

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