by Bethanne Crackles rang from the wood stove. Fire devoured the wood inside, efficiently providing heat for the cool fall afternoon. Above the faint sounds of the fire, I heard my aunt reading aloud. The story was not new, but I was soon caught up in it as if for the first time. Reading aloud…
Archive | January, 2009
the dance of submission
My husband Merritt and I have always wanted to learn to dance. But when he broke his leg two months after we were married, just walking without crutches again became our goal. And by the time his ankle had regained a bit of flexibility, I was too tired and pregnant to do anything but rest…
Snow and Stars
I stepped outside on one of the darkest nights of the week. My heart was heavy with the weight of many hard things, and as I walked along the snowy drive, listening to the crunch, and thinking, I lifted my eyes up to the heavens and cried out to God to give me strength and…
