In Like a Lion…?
Loading ...By Kathi Macias
March is one of those in-between months that make planning anything nearly impossible. It doesn’t matter where you live—those hearty folks in Alaska or Minnesota, or the wimps (like me!) in Hawaii and Southern California—anything scheduled ahead of time had best be held indoors.
Indians, Bears, and Strange Noises—Oh My!
By Jodi Whisenhunt
My family lived in the country when I was a child, on a remote mountain in West Virginia. I don’t know the acreage—didn’t occur to me to care as a little girl—but it was forested enough for my brother to terrify me with tales of ferocious bears and rogue Indians. Yes, Indians. In the 1970s.
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Recline in Peace
By Emily Chase
Crack!
My husband plunks down on our recliner and breaks the mechanism. The chair now has a severe cant to one side. After years of warning our children not to abuse the chair, my husband has broken it himself.
“Don’t worry, Gene,” I assure him. “The chair came with a lifetime warranty.”
This Well?
By Jodi Whisenhunt
Have you ever copped an attitude with Jesus? The woman at the well did, and it made her very thirsty.
Jesus had been teaching and baptizing in Judea. To avoid trouble with the Pharisees there, He and his disciples set out for Galilee. The route led through Samaria, a region the disciples would rather bypass, full of Gentiles and foreign worship, where the weary travelers stopped to rest.
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Keep on Pluckin’
I have been molting all winter.
For months now, people have been treating me like a Perdue chicken by plucking feathers off of me wherever I go. It’s the fault of my leaky down-filled coat. I don my down in mid-September, and remove it in early June. This winter, though, the down is trying to make an early escape.
