suffering – Signora Sheila

Clash of Two Kingdoms: A Lame Beggar Healed

A white chess pawn faces a taller black chess piece on a blurred board, creating a dramatic, contemplative mood through strong contrast.

He was just a humble beggar. Sick, bedraggled, and impoverished, he had endured 38 long years of suffering. Every day, he went to lie near the healing waters of the Pool of Bethesda. Always hoping for a miracle or a cure. Hoping that someone, anyone, would notice him. That someone would see his need andContinueContinue reading “Clash of Two Kingdoms: A Lame Beggar Healed”

I’m Back Again & with the Light I Can See!

Blonde woman in a cozy knit sweater presses her forehead with eyes closed, appearing tired, stressed, or unwell at home.

I’ve been absent from this blog again, which seems to happen far too often. But I’m back now, and I’m immensely thankful for all the Lord’s goodness and faithfulness. I was hospitalized for another surgery on October 23. (I had barely recovered from my prolapse surgery done on July 22.) This time, it was anContinueContinue reading “I’m Back Again & with the Light I Can See!”

In Our Brokenness: The Night Watches

Warm, moody room with a glowing table lamp; an outstretched arm reaches toward a small red object on the wooden table.

As I lay there in the middle of the night, plagued by pain, fear, and doubt, I had to force myself to stop checking the time. It was too demoralizing. Endless thoughts, mostly fears, swirled through my mind, swooping in like pigeons on newly seeded fields. Would I ever be able to walk again andContinueContinue reading “In Our Brokenness: The Night Watches”

When Your Foundation Falls Away

A man in a red plaid shirt and dark pants tumbles upside down through a gray, cloud-filled sky, arms raised and boots pointed upward.

“If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?” That’s kind of what happened to me, only the foundation wasn’t destroyed, it was just gone. I fell down an entire flight of marble steps (10 of them) in May, without remembering how it happened. I guess my mind decided to block it out. HubbyContinueContinue reading “When Your Foundation Falls Away”

A Fall in the Dark

A dim room frames a rain-speckled window with blue curtains, revealing a misty wooded landscape and creating a quiet, melancholy mood.

As the saying goes, when it rains it pours, and it’s been a real deluge for me lately! Well, I’ve done it again. Fallen, and this time down an entire flight of stairs. Marble steps, all 10 of them. I’ve decided I need a suit of armor and accident insurance. Or walking lessons. Or inContinueContinue reading “A Fall in the Dark”

Healed By One Touch: A Short Story

Young woman in traditional clothing of Bible days works with yarn beside a loom in a rustic stone workshop, surrounded by woven baskets and textiles.

Wiping her hot brow, Tamar adjusted her scarf to better cover her pale skin, and wondered, “Why I am so different? Why can’t I look like the other girls?” Then she promptly bit her tongue for even thinking such a thing! For if she’d heard it once, she’d heard it a thousand times. “Remember theContinueContinue reading “Healed By One Touch: A Short Story”