Thoughts as Jesus has led me through life
“My name is Justice!” hissed the monster with heaving breaths from his bent and twisted frame. “Your name is Envy.” Contentment released his arrow. “Ahhh!!!!!!” screeched Envy as Contentment’s aim was true. “Your armor is hard but it cannot protect against reality.” Pride rushed to Envy as he writhed on the ground in pain. “Who... Continue Reading →
In the kingdom of no hope lived a young queen made of mud. The people made of straw mocked and made fun of her. They made her life hard and hurtful. Each day she would gather the straw which she traded to make her bread and feed her children. Her children were the broken, poor... Continue Reading →
I am not sure why some events are burned into our memories but this one stuck in mine because it seemed like a David and Goliath story. Only, my Goliath was a gorgeous 4ft 10in brunette. “Goliath’s” name was Lisa Fridell. She was a smart attractive brunette in the tenth grade in Central High School.... Continue Reading →
Dinner was the normal crazy affair at my house. Not that everyone was going in different places, no. In fact one of the things that my mom really insisted upon was being at dinner at the same time. Dinner was crazy because you had 5 boys talking about what they did during the day at... Continue Reading →
Sorry for repeating a story you have heard but I want to see if I can write a post one day and have it post a few days later. The last post reminded me of when I worked as an orderly for my dad in an operating room. A most interesting moment came when a... Continue Reading →
“Brandy!” I yelled at my Shetland as I climbed on the bus, ”will you get out of the way of the bus! We’ve got to get to school!” This particular dog of ours had an irritating habit of playing chicken with the school bus most every morning. Standing proud and erect though only just... Continue Reading →
The story really starts a week earlier one afternoon after school. The chess club was sponsoring its yearly school championship match. I say yearly but I really have no idea if it was ever held before or afterwards. I wasn’t in the club the year before and the year after I was at a different... Continue Reading →
Many years ago I took to writing as a way of relaxing. I am not sure why it relaxes me so much. Especially because I'm never really satisfied with what I wrote. But for some reason I get a real joy out of doing it. The following is the first part of a story I wrote about a chess match that... Continue Reading →
A Grandpa's Musings 