…stories and poetry to touch, teach, & turn the heart toward truth.



Drafted by the winds of change

These orphaned leaflets float

Clumped in clusters weakly knit

Tight clasping calloused hands


Severed harsh from loving arms

Like budding branches torn

When stormy auburn winds attack

A tattered sycamore


For fertile soil never felt

Their tiny souls aspire

Though all around them stone and thorn

Choke out the bravest hope


Born in silent, careless night

These leaflets green and fresh

Are quickly browning dry to death

Who will their rescue be?


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Men and women of great faith

Are daily rending lives to death

For a God Whose love is shown

From mercy found in last pained breath

To mercy found in Christ’s sweet rest.

Evil men who live for hate

Pursue these guiltless souls to kill

Serving dreams that cannot live

All those who bow to Christ they still

All those who stand for what is good

How can such injustice thrive—

This ignorance to what is right?

Why does sin and pride so blind

To trick the mind that dark is light,

To punish faithfulness as crime?

Ev’ry day their numbers grow,

Though countless live whose hearts aren’t roused

About their endless suff’ring.

Across the plastic west are doused

The flames to fuel fires of faith.

Let me follow still in life

Faith for which the martyr dies.

Let my heart resolve to love

The God of grace, above sin’s lies—

The Name of God to glorify.

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Where Is God in Your Pain?


When you hurt with loss

In terror’s grip reside

When bitterness has grown

When evil reigns with greed

The messenger of hope

Is ambushed by regret

The souls you cannot lose

Have gone outside your reach

When life seems far too hard

Where is God in your pain?

When love replaces loss

And justice conquers fear

When hates have been forgot

When good redeems the dread

When hope is found again

To never have been lost

The human love you mourned

Is loosed to soothing grace

When hardships are endured

There is God in your pain.

When wisdom opens eyes

To see what pride conceals

When sin and guilt are lost

Mistakes brought to the light

When truth defeats deceit

Humanity sees change

When words of ancient fact

Have been remembered so

When self-control is loved

There is God in your pain

Bring forth your rebuttal.

Assert God’s tyranny.

Denounce the truest love

That teaches consequence.

You think you disprove God

By cursing in His name;

But are you hurting less?

Does your cause bring you joy?

If God does not exist,

Then why do you feel pain?

Good understanding produces favor,

 But the way of the treacherous is hard.

 Proverbs 13:15

New American Standard Bible (NASB)

For further reading, see Ephesians 2:1-10 and Romans 1:16-32.

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WordPress Family Award




I nominate the following bloggers for the WordPress Family Award, as someone so graciously did for me. I thank each of you for posting quality, thought-provoking content, for reading my blog now and then, and for interacting through comments. There truly can be a sense of family among strangers, when you read the musings of another’s mind. What a phenomenon!

Blessings, Clayton from tales2apoint

  • Jessie from http://veederranch.com – One of the blogs I most anticipate reading. You truly make me laugh.
  • David from http://allenfiction.com – I really enjoy reading your stories and nonchalant musings. You are talented, but don’t take yourself too seriously. It’s refreshing.
  • Cortney from http://misswidgetspeople.com – I cannot imagine living in Europe and having such quaint adventures. Thanks for your quality photography and candid stories.
  • Karen from http://karenworth.wordpress.com – You are like the warm, encouraging “grandma” of my blog world. Your posts are always an excellent combination of encouragement and challenge. Thank you.
  • Mr. Echwalu from http://echwaluphotography.wordpress.com – Everyday life in Africa is a real treat to read about and see through your QUALITY photography. Keep loving others through your camera lens!
  • Jacqueline from http://jacquelinevroe.wordpress.com – Your posts are deep, tender, and transparent—a blessing in this world of pretense.
  • Patrick from http://www.hikingphoto.com – You live in a once-in-a-lifetime kind of world. I can only dream of experiencing the beauty you photograph weekly. Thanks for sharing.
  • Stephanie from http://sgoodman2china.wordpress.com – Thanks for pointing to Him in your living and your blogging. I always enjoy your engaging and quality storytelling.
  • BW from http://bottledworder.com – You are just plain and simply an excellent transcriber of thoughts into words.
  • Adam from http://1storyaweek.com – As a fellow writer of original fiction, I know how much work it takes to create such believable characters in everyday circumstances. Keep it up! We should try co-writing a story sometime, too.

A message from Shaun, the creator of this award:

This is an award for everyone who is part of the “WordPress Family” I started this award on the basis that the WordPress family has taken me in, and showed me love and a caring side only WordPress can. The way people take a second to be nice, to answer a question and not make things a competition amazes me here. I know I have been given many awards, but I wanted to leave my own legacy on here by creating my own award, as many have done before. This represents “Family” we never meet, but are there for us as family. It is my honour to start this award. Thank you, Shaun


  1. Display the award logo on your blog.
  2. Link back to the person who nominated you.
  3. Nominate 10 others you see as having an impact on your WordPress experience and family.
  4. Let your 10 Family members know you have awarded them.
  5. That is it. Just please pick 10 people that have taken you as a friend, and spread the love.


The Toll of a Secret, Part 5

The passing of time allowed Daina to carefully evaluate her surroundings. She only ceased to sweat when darkness came, and by counting the times of darkness, she determined that she had been awake in this remote box of concrete for three days and two nights. From the heat and surrounding noise, she actually thought she might be somewhere in the tropics.

The sun set on the opposite side as the door, so she had the most light in the mornings. It was during this time that she took advantage of the sunlight glowing under the door to explore as much of the room as she could.

The building had a dirt floor, and at first she though she might be able to use her hands to dig under the wall. This hope was quickly dashed, though, when she realized that almost half of the wall was underground. The door actually began about three feet up from the dirt floor. She had carefully explored each wall, both windows, and the door at least twenty times to see if there was some way to escape. There absolutely was not.

Her recurring desire had been to try to dig with her hands under the wall—however deep that went—and then up and out the other side—like a dog under a fence, only worse. Once, she almost had her gumption built up to try it, but a new discovery had quickly stopped her.

She was being watched.

Hidden discretely in the left, rear corner of the room was a tiny glass dome, behind which hid a camera. If they were watching her, she would never manage to dig out of here before they came and stopped her. What would they do to her then?

After her initial shock and bewilderment at being kidnapped, Daina had realized that she wasn’t in the custody of some creep or serial killer. She felt more like an inmate, or even a lab rat! Once she had finally grown brave enough to leave her bed, she’d found military-style MREs in a box labeled, “6 Months Rations.”

The realization that she was intended to live here for at least that long, had sent her back into bed in paralyzing desperation. After crying it out for another several hours, she had simply reached a resolve.

She was thankful they hadn’t killed her. Aside from a small red dot in the soft crook of her left arm from an IV, she was unharmed and undefiled. All she had to do now was wait patiently until she discovered an escape. With that resolved, she continued to search her surroundings. She never let herself wonder if escape was even possible. Even if it was false, she needed something resembling hope.

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Come Live! (A Little Alliterative Enlightenment)

Many myriads of microscopic materials

and minuscule moments

manufacture masterpieces

of meaningful memories.

Collectively, they compile compelling creations,

combined and commingled

into a completeness of consciousness

called life, called living.

Come live!

Leave the lingering lackluster lights,

the lights of life lacking love.

Boldly, they boast of betterness,

but breed brokenness and bitterness.

Behind each beckoning beacon

of beguiling brotherhood,

waits whitewashed, withering want.

Witting their wiles

whisk willfully away.

Come live!

Wallow wisely in wonderful worth.

Follow the Father of forgiveness, freedom.

Forsake the fracas of fickleness

and find the fulfillment of full friendship.

For there is a Friend who fellowships

with paternal proximity,

paired with providential power—

propagating and proliferating

purity, pleasure, and piety.

Do not deny the depth of discovery

designed deftly to define your destiny.

Come live!

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The Rain is Coming

Corn Sprouts

The clouds are dark

The wind is rising

The rain is coming

Do we need more?

The wind is rising

I hear the thunder

Do we need more?

The air is cooling

I hear the thunder

Dust clouds form

The air is cooling

The corn is sprouting

Dust clouds form

The clouds are dark

The corn is sprouting

The rain is coming