I miss struggle. I miss the absolute dependence on God. I’m spoiled. I’m stagnant. I’m bottled up. I’m not free. I’m not free. I look forward to returning home, to leaving the comfort and security of this deployment behind. I’m out of debt, I’ll be buying a new vehicle on returning, I’ll have my motorcycle, …
The black SUV wound through the Colorado hills before turning down an unmarked road, a trail of dust rising in its wake under the clear sunshine. The road ascended through tight turns before leveling off as the tall craggy walls of rock widened abruptly onto a leveled area where a hundred vehicles sat dusty. The …
See “The Mud of Artenay” Pt 1/3 Lying on his back against this side of the wooden fence, he looked back at the road to see the soldier come back up the hill, seemingly looking in his direction. The soldier held his breath, squinting his eyes. He was afraid anything might give him away. After …
Merida, the ginger princess from Disney’s “Brave,” was recently inducted as the 13th Disney princess. To commemorate it, Disney released a new image of Merida, around which outrage has grown that Disney is attempting to capitalize on a sexier, slimmer version of the young princess. Or, at least, that’s what the protesters are claiming. See …
Thunder rolled across his back as he ran through the mud. The sticky ground sucked at his boots, threatening to trip him, as if the inescapable haze wasn’t already hard enough to see through. The rain was torrential and cold. While his coat held off the water from soaking through, it didn’t prevent it from …
THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO POST MAY 12. I FAILED. I’M POSTING NOW, THREE HOURS BEFORE THE NEXT POST WILL, WELL, POST. Tonight I’m doing something a little different. I love scenic art. One great source is DeviantArt.com, a site where artists of every shape and size can post and share their artwork with others, …
The SUV turned into the hilly suburbs packed with two-storey houses, all wear trim beards of vibrant green grass and driveways lined with multi-browned gravel. Derek wove through what appeared to be the aftermath of a house party — cars parked parallel for two houses around one littered with trash before driving further down into …
The Man We Need – Waking Up “Again, that’s why we’re here,” Suzanne Flemming stood in the heart of the cubicle farm that comprised the main West Wing offices, surrounded by eager staffers. “Lots of damage has been done and I intend to see the president able to heal those wounds his predecessors have left …
See Debt and Forgiveness 1/3 See Debt and Forgiveness 2/3 “Is it here? Did he come?” Teddy rushed through the front door, pulling to loosen his tie. “No,” Sissy drawled as she laid out staring at the next episode of Bridezilla, her face melting onto the arm of the new leather couch. “Not yet.” “That’s …
See Debt and Forgiveness Pt 1 Teddy pulled up in his new car and climbed out, a grin on his face as he tossed the keys to the valet and waltzed inside. Passing the maitre d. He spotted Sissy sitting in her new tiny black dress in the corner looking nervous. She stood up as …
Teddy jumped at the sound of pounding at his door. Disoriented from his deep sleep, he tried pulling the sheet aside as he rolled toward the edge of the bed only to get his feet caught, falling down onto the floor with his ankles still twisted up top. “Shit,” he moaned as his girlfriend rolled …
Dawson 05: The Clues “Hey,” he nudged her. “Hey.” She stirred, curled up in the back seat facing away. The morning sunlight was dimmed in the tinted windows in the back, but she still had covered her head with a t-shirt. She half-rolled back, blinking before pushing herself to sit up, looking around. “Where are …
Barry woke up early, the alarm a quiet bell. He pulled the covers off and sat up, groaning. It was a long flight the night before, followed by the annual state dinner. Steak and lobster … it always sat heavy with him. Rubbing his face, he pushed up onto his feet and waddled to the …
I’m running out of motivation to write my material for you loverly readers. Not because I don’t love writing, but being deployed out here is like a tiny little microcosm of nothing. It insulates you from the outside world and you’re stuck meeting, knowing and discussing the same people and same problems and same things. …
As a believer, we are called to know God. That means several things, least of which is to know “about” God. We are to read His Word, stay in prayer and communication, and like the Jews — who defined knowing as knowledge AND doing — to do. We are to live a holy life of …
See “The Mud of Artenay” Pt 1/3 See “The Mud of Artenay” Pt 2/3 A German turned toward him, ready to shoot, only to stagger back as the American shot him. He ran harder, hoping he’d be mistaken for a German by the other Germans. “Fuckin’ A!” he yelled, running faster toward the treeline. How … Continue reading »
I was speaking with a coworker the other day and I brought up the very first thing anyone told me about her — her beauty. “Hey, have you seen the new (resource advisor)? She’s hot!” My first thought when they told me was: Is she married? The answer was yes, so that was the first … Continue reading »
Dawson 04: Scrubbing Signs The two-door Ford pulled under the awning outside the Hampton Inn. The door opened before a stocky man in a suit rocked himself out of the tiny red car, pushing himself to stand up, huffing with effort. He frowned at the car, shaking his head. “Frickin’ sardine can,” he muttered, shutting … Continue reading »
