There have been many talented writers on my mother’s side of the family. I have several very creative cousins with a pen and aunts and uncles alike who have written beautiful songs, poems, and stories. I’ve often heard that the Loys were excellent storytellers, and I guess it’s true because I always loved listening to... Continue Reading →
A children’s book written by H. S. Anderson titled The Emperor’s new clothes is a writing concerning self-perception and denial. What does this story have to do with Naaman? “The name Naaman is derived from the verb נעם (na'em) meaning be pleasant, sweet, delightful, and beautiful” (Abarim Publications). We can be sweet and delightful and still... Continue Reading →
Thirsting for Water A devotional that brings healing to the hurting! I'll admit it; I've snapped at my children, gotten angry at friends, and said things I regret. I did not trust them. I once told my husband while we were dating that I had been through a lot and felt like a dog that... Continue Reading →
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,... Continue Reading →
Before you get to the meat of the message below, I want to voice that I believe Our Father is Big enough to heal any manner of sickness and disease, and one day He will! We must teach the next generation to care for His fantastic earth and the food we grow. I believe our... Continue Reading →
I’m not a country girl, so you can understand my shock when I learned from a good friend of mine who raises hens, that chickens will peck a newcomer to death. As my friend began to explain to me how she had purchased four new hens to add to her group, she said, “Tekoa I... Continue Reading →
A couple of years ago, my aunt, Eva, who was in her 80's, was not feeling well. A dear cousin went to visit and took her to the doctor. While there, they discovered she had cancer. Our hearts were broken. My aunt never had children. Her neighbors had been checking on her. My cousin... Continue Reading →
I have three sons of Spirit, Sons of lightning, sons of fame. I have three sons who live in a box on the corner begging for change. They play trashcan drums and acoustic guitars. They sing in the churches, and they sing in the bars. They rise sturdy with strength like Samson. They have arms... Continue Reading →
I'm so honored to feature my husband, Jeff Manning, as this month's author of the month. He, of course, is my favorite author showcased so far! This story is one that will cause you to grab the kleenex but in a good way. At the request of my beloved wife and best friend, I would... Continue Reading →
It's good to dine at the King's Table: Saul's grandson, the son of Jonathan, named Mephibosheth, was crippled as a child. When he was five years old, a report came that Saul and Jonathan had been killed in battle, and when the boy's nurse heard the news, she picked him up and fled. But as... Continue Reading →
