The Glass Blower, The Lamp Worker and The Crucible

The aged man named Joshua stepped carefully to the first oven with his ancient tools. He wore steel-toed boots, and protective glasses. He knows that synthetic garments cannot be worn here because anything made of false fibers will melt. The heat from the oven warmed his face as he continued spinning the metal rod in…

The Five-Fold and Accountability–Part III

“Remember your leaders, who spoke the word of God to you. Consider the outcome of their way of life and imitate their faith” (Hebrews 13:7). Before we look at mentor-ship, I first want to reiterate Part One and Two of this blog series and discuss more concerning the five-fold that was set up by Adonai….

The Photograph

It hung there like a branch on a tree. The color? It was more of a brown, Like shoe leather and cream with orbs of splattered sunlight. The timeworn camera had captured a split second of special. We would call it a black and white photo today, but to suggest it had a quality of…

Soul Shine & Uprooting Part III

  Whenever we have conflicts or dis-ease, we must search and see our role in it. This portion of Healing of the Soul is about people in our lives who affect our health. These folks can cause us to bloom brightly and become whole, or they can be so despairingly toxic,  we must get away…

Soul Shine: Healing the Body, Mind, & Spirit Part l

Part 1 I wanted to write a series of blog post on pain that not only would comfort those who are physically or emotionally going through pain, but would move those in distress to embrace their suffering for the medicine it can be. I mean no disrespect or lack of empathy. Mark Twain once said,…

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…

I Am Full

You slapped your words at me You whispered to the others about my coat How it shined more than most Who do I think I am? That dreamer You insulted my Maker and chattered with hatred as if some birds beak would not carry the morsels then lay them at my feet. I don’t read…

Author of the Month of April

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…

Walter the Homeless Man

“Um, it’s a cat dad, can I keep it?”  Benjamin’s voice was trembling, and so were his fingers as he reached for a bowl and began pouring some milk into it. Ben could smell the liquor on his father’s breath as he continued to provoke him. “You think I got money to spare so you…