Gretchen Louise

planting miracles

Last week, I planted miracles in the ground.  Racing the coming thunderstorm, I spaded the earth and pushed them into the holes.  With one eye on the lightning streaking through the black clouds, I covered them quickly, knowing the rain would soon do the rest. Little bits of dried up nothing.  Barely a wilted green…

community

I grew up in the same little community my dad and grandpa had before me.  I went to church with the same ladies who’d babysat my dad when he was little.  We had shirttail relatives everywhere. Moving to a new town when I got married, looking for a new church, all in a community where…

together

Writing can be a lonely calling.  The hammering out of words on keys.  The editing, the honing, the writing again.  It’s laborious and lonely.  So there’s nothing like doing it together with a team of those who are also called to write. Cheering each other on when we get published, when we’re featured as a…

just like mommy

They try to be just like mommy. They write little tiny characters all over every square inch of paper, making a list just like mommy. They take half the clothes off the hangers in my closet, parading around in my shoes and shirts, looking just like mommy. They jabber away on their toy cell phones,…

loud

They ring loud in my ears, the words that I just said. I bow my head, silenced in my shame. That tone, those words—unworthy of His name. I can’t take them back.  I can’t erase the hurt, the pain. I can only pray that next time, the louder words will be His words, within my…

The End.

The End.