Category: The Furrowed Brow

Light

post221pic2When it is nap time, I sit in the dark with my little grandson, and rock him till he is drowsy, then I put him down and he falls right to sleep. However, if the blind is cracked even a little bit, he holds out, staring at the light. He has learned that light means it is time to get up! The dark is not his friend.

It is not our friend either, the things that we fear most reside in darkness. Hurts. Disappointments. Depression. Oppression. Lies. Sin. Infidelity. Deception. Death. And a host of unimaginable monsters. Continue here

The Crazy Lady in the Woods

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Have you heard about the Crazy Lady who lives in the woods at the edge of the school playground in northern Illinois? She has wild hair and blazing eyes and she screams about wanting to kill people. She walks fast and slings her hands beside her. She’s a scary sight.

It was near the end of the school year, just a few years ago when the children first saw her.  During morning recess on a sunny day the kids were playing outside when they heard her shouting in the woods. Alarmed, the children stopped running and playing and stood still as they stared toward the woods.

Suddenly, she burst through the clearing on the path that snaked through the woods. The children didn’t move; were they continue reading here

A Real Super Hero!

IMG_8450Our grandson Matty wants to be a Ninja Turtle. He doesn’t want to simply wear a Ninja Turtle costume; he wants to BE a Ninja Turtle. And why not – Ninja Turtles are heroes – they fight bad guys and never lose. They eat pizza every day! They live in sewers – how cool is that?
post115g2A year or so ago, Matty wasn’t even aware that Ninja Turtles existed! He spent a weekend Grab your sword and continue reading here

Missed Meetings

blog114graphicI heard you calling to me yesterday morning and when I said, “I’ll get to you later,” I knew I was lying. I lied to myself and I lied to you. When I told myself I’d meet with you later in the day I knew in my heart I wouldn’t. When I whispered to you, “Later,” I knew it wouldn’t happen. I know myself almost as well as you do.

“Come and sit with me for a few minutes,” you asked, but there was too much to continue here