Stones and Leadership Part VI

Stones were more than likely the weapon of choice in the beginning. Cain murders his brother, Abel. Abel’s blood cries out from the ground, along with the blood of many more. We read of those angry at the words of Yeshua and they, too, pick up stones to cast at the Chief cornerstone. “Truly, truly,…

Avi, avi, the chariot of Israel and its horsemen!

After the earthquake there was a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a still, small voice. (I Kings 19:12). In this blog portion, I will ask multiple questions. I pray the questions are thought-provoking, and that you will share some of your thoughts. First picture the heart…

Grace

The picture above is a cabin that was built out of refurbished wood from my grandpa and grandma Green’s home. It was built on their land, and I love it. I entered this particular poem in a contest a few months back but did not win. However, I enjoyed writing it and since my husband…

Hate is?

Hate is like a piece of yeast. It permeates and puffs up with satisfaction It says, “I am right!” I hold truth! I carry all knowledge! I will rebuke! It wipes its mouth with a napkin And still the juice runs Hate dripping off chins Spilling over into diaper bins And storefront shelves Magazine covers,…

The Kidneys and the Ears

“For thou hast possessed my kidneys: thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb.” Psalm 139:13 JB. “I shall bless Lord Jehovah who counsels me and my kidneys teach me in the nights.” Psalm 16:7 AB.   I’m five or six years old, and it hurts to breathe. I’m feverish. The doctor puts his stethoscope…

Tekoa’s Itinerary

Tekoa Manning will be doing a book signing on October 12th at Lindsey Wilson College, Columbia, KY from 10:00 am to 2:00 pm CDT.

Candy Apple Leaves

Yellowed candy apple leaves floated down the skies and melted into the grassy brown earth. The wind sang in her ears. It shrieked with delight, whipping and twirling more leaves, causing them to dance a forceful Allegro! The sun crackled from a fire on the horizon, and her heart drank in winter like a warm…

Why do you Speak to Him? (Doctrines of Demons #1)

(Chapter 9) I remember the power that rang through the voice that was speaking to me and commanding Satan to turn me loose. The large hand was placed on¬¬¬ my forehead, and the prayer continued with more screaming at the enemy. “Satan wants to take you out! He wants to literally destroy you, but he…

1,000 Words

I am not sure when I started writing this poem or why or whose kitchen I stood in, but possibly it will help all of us think more about words. Ironically when I was finished, it had a word count of 1,000. I know with social media and texting we often take words wrong or…