THE PHONE CALL

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Thanks to Author S B Mazing for this prompt to Finish It! #6. She gives a few lines and asks us to complete the story. Here is her prompt and my story.

She was about to board the plane, close to tears and confused. He had brought her to the airport and the goodbye was not easy. They were only friends, but it felt like so much more. She knew what she felt for him but she also knew it would not be possible. He had only just lost his wife 10 months ago and was still grieving. Although there was some kind of chemistry between them, it could just not be. Probably she made it all up. But what if there was more? What if there was love? Would it be possible? She would never find out if she would set foot on the plane which was due to take her back to the other side of this planet.
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Careen stared at her ticket. Was she wrong to just leave? Her brother-in-law had been so grateful for her friendship, not only during this time since her sister’s death, but while her sister had been ill. She had transferred here temporarily to be near her sister during her illness. Now the job here was finished and she was returning home. There had never been anything wrong between Careen and brother-in-law, but now that she was leaving, she realized she was feeling more than friendship for him. A closeness had grown through their serving Marietta together. How could she just leave and not find out if there was more? Yes, he was grieving, but if she made her feelings known, perhaps she would find out he felt the same deep down.

She looked out the window at the plane. No, she thought resolutely, I have to talk to him again. He would be driving but he could still talk. She stuffed the ticket back into her purse and went to a fairly quiet corner of the boarding area to call his cell phone.

She took her phone from her purse. For a moment, she hesitated. Am I doing the right thing? She pursed her lips. No, I have to talk to him. I can’t leave like this! She found his phone number and pressed the button to call. There was a brief silence before she heard the phone connect and begin to ring. The ringing stopped as his voice said, “Careen?”

She took a deep breath. Her heart was banging against her rib cage. She breathed a prayer. Father God, help me not to cry. “Dan? Can we talk for a minute?”

Love in ten sentences

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Thank you Passion through Poetry for the invitation to the Poetry Challenge, Love in ten sentences. The poem has ten lines of four words, each containing the word Love. I am to nominate ten people to take the challenge. Here is the poem.

Love in Ten Sentences

God loves all people
He gives us love
He sent His love
so we could love
“Love your neighbor
as you love yourself”
not with weak love
but love in truth
Love casts out fear
For Jesus is Love

The ten people I will nominate are:
Making it write
Memee’s Musings
fitlyspoken
Meredith’s Musings
Christian Poetry-by deborah ann
Send Sunshine
Me – Who am I
The Ninth Life
nutsrock
Estelea’s blog

SILENT PRAISE

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As I was looking out my window at the trees which are still leafless, it seemed to me that they weren’t really silent, which gave rise to this prose poem.
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Tall and straight the tree stands, arms outstretched, reaching into the heavens to God, its silent voice shouting praise to the Creator of all things, heard only by those who have ears to hear. Its only movements are those that are in response to the rhythm of the wind. No matter how life has bent and twisted it, it stretches toward heaven, fulfilling its purpose assigned by the Creator: refuge for the birds, shade from the heat, oxygen flowing from its leaves, pleasure for children and animals in their quest to get higher. In winter and spring, it shows that life comes from death, and even when its life has been cut short and it exists only as a stump, new life forces its way from its body through the soil into light. Death proceeds from life, for a seed falls into the ground and dies before it truly lives. Season after season, through death to life, the tree serves its Creator, drawing life from the water He provides, shouting out its silent praise.

GIRLS ARE YUKKY

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I’m a little bit late, but as they say (sorry about the cliche) better late than never. Here is my story for the Blog Event Finish It 5 from Author S B Mazing. Hope you enjoy it.

He tried to be as still as possible, peaking through the leaves, wondering if they were still out there.

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He wished he was invisible. Whenever he saw those girls, they looked at him and giggled. Why did he have to keep running into girls? Why did there have to be girls anyway?

He remembered the conversation with his mom when he said girls were yukky. “Well, my boy, that’s what you think at five. But when you are older, you will think differently.”

NO WAY! Girls were yukky and he would NEVER like them.

He peeked out from his hiding place. The girls were gone. He stepped out of his hiding place and hurried to the porch of his house.

“Hello, Nate,” said a voice.

Nate froze. A girl! What’s worse, it was that girl a couple doors down. Mom said he should be polite, even to girls. He turned around.

“Hey, Nate, want a cookie?” asked the girl. “Mom made chocolate chip cookies. She said I could bring you one.”

Nate caught his breath. Chocolate chip cookies. His favorite. He nodded and she came closer, handing him a cookie.

His mother’s voice resounded in his head, “Be polite. Say thank you.”

“Thank you,” he mumbled.

The girl smiled. “You’re welcome.” She turned and headed away.

Nate watched her go as he nibbled on the cookie. “Guess she’s not too bad,” he mumbled. He turned and headed up the porch, “But I’ll still NEVER like girls.”

Happy International Women’s Day

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As I read this, I thought about women in my life that I admired. Of all of them, I must put my own mother and her mother at the forefront. They were women of faith who gave themselves, not as servants just to be used, but in the true spirit of love. They both taught me about strength and working with another human being. Neither my mother nor my grandmother did things the world may have considered important, but they taught others what it meant to love. I especially remember my mother’s strength in her relationship with my father. I hope that when I am no longer in this life, I will be remembered by those whose lives I touched that I was strong and loving, teaching others how to be the same.

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Apparently today is International Women’s Day. I was not aware of this until I read a couple of comments on my blog and some Facebook posts. Although I am not a crazy feminist, I see the point of a day on which we think about what a woman is, what a woman should be. The rights a woman should have and all those doors that should be open for women all over the world.

Today there are too many women still living in the shadows of men. Too many are being mistreated or not taken seriously. There are too many women, who don’t have any rights. Too many women, who get abused. There are too many women who fear to stand up for who they are or what they believe in.

In the spirit of the International Women’s Day, please do me a favor and check out this amazing article

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I’ve published some books!

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Writing can be fun. Writing can be healing. Writing reveals myself often.

Awhile back, I wrote a book based on research I did on Ephesians 6:10-18 in the Bible on the Apostle Paul’s admonishment to put on the armor of God, called The Lord’s Battle. I self-published it through Xlibris Publishing Company. It was so much fun to see it in print. I know I share that emotion with many others. Now I have learned to publish through Amazon.com’s Kindle program and their new program for children’s books. I now have four books: The Lord’s Battle, two poem books (Sorrow and Solace and Spiritual Journey) as well as a children’s book (My House Is A Bear House). It was challenging and a great learning experience. Kindle has proven to be a great way to publish. I would encourage anyone who wants to publish an e-book (I know some of you have already done that), to check it out. It is a great experience.

And if you want to check out my books, go to Amazon.com, put in “book” and put in my name, “Darlene Estlow.”

WOW!

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This is so fantastic. Wow is the word for it! I am reblogging it to darlenescorner.wordpress.com

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Lisa’s One Word Challenge

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I found a link to a video about a man who, for 25 years, has been digging beautiful caves in sandstone hills.  Although the creator of these monumental works of art didn’t mention the word ‘love’, I am sure that love is what drives him  – it certainly isn’t money, as he only charges $12 an hour.

The images of these caves filled me with wonder, and with love, and that is why I have chosen it as this months post for Lisa’s One Word Challenge.

It must be an a moving and unforgettable experience to stand in one of his monumental, sculptured constructions.

Nothing more needs to be said, as the caverns and walls speak for themselves.

This is the link.

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To the Mom or Dad Who Told Their Child Not to Stare at Mine – by Beth Hersom

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Thank you for educating people. I am reblogging this to darlenescorner.wordpress.com

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To the Mom or Dad Who Told Their Child Not to Stare at Mine - by Beth Hersom Dear Moms and Dads,

I want to talk about something uncomfortable. It’s come to my attention that many of the best among you are making a big mistake. I understand. I was too, two years ago.

My daughter has a rare genetic syndrome called Apert syndrome. When she was a baby, the plates in her skull fused together. That meant there was no room for her brain to grow, and she needed surgery right away to relieve pressure. Her head is larger than average. When she was born, her fingers and toes were fused together. She’s had the first surgery to separate her fingers, so now her thumb and pinkie are released.  She has a tracheotomy, so she cannot talk yet. Because of various complications, she’s spent a significant portion of her young life in the hospital. She’s developing muscles she needs to sit up on her own and to…

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