At last, the Ark was finished, food for Noah’s family and the animals was stored in the Ark, and Noah, his wife, his sons Shem, Ham, Japheth and their wives went into the Ark and the Bible says, “and the Lord shut him in” (Genesis 7:16). Then, the rain began. Rain fell for forty days […]
Jan 21, 2014
A Little Thing Called Hope
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I call it the umbrella tree because in the summertime when I stand under the tree during a shower, I stay dry. The limbs are so twisted and there are so many of them, the leaves grow so thickly and profusely, that the ancient tree is like a natural umbrella, sheltering the person beneath it. […]
Dec 1, 2013
A Furry Fable – Part Two
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Why the Squirrel Has a Bushy Tail – Part Two by Blanche Day Manos Squirrel stopped halfway down the tree. Tears stung her eyes. How could ‘Possum say such hateful things? Usually, Rabbit took up for her when Opossum hurled horrid words, but today Rabbit just closed his eyes and sighed. “I was only trying […]
Sep 17, 2013
Garment of Praise
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I am totally bewildered, sickened and saddened by what I see and hear on the news reports. I’ve lived a good many years and I’ve never seen the like of people inflicting harm and heartbreak on other people. I ask, Why? What do the perpetrators accomplish? Does it give them a sense of power or […]
Jun 2, 2013
Sunshine, faith and hope
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Friday the weather delivered a major wallop to already hurting Oklahoma. It seemed unreal that yet another deadly twister bore down on the Sooner State; but that is what happened. Not just one funnel, but many dropped from those angry clouds. Once again, tornadoes dealt death and destruction to the people of my home state. […]
May 21, 2013
In the Tornado’s Path
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This morning my heart is heavy for those who were in the path of the storm in Moore, Oklahoma. Yesterday afternoon a monster storm roared into town, obliterating much of it, destroying lives and shattering hearts. When I hear about the children who died in the school, I confess that I can’t comprehend nor understand. […]
