I flip through the hymnal. Doodle on a visitorís card. The preacher drones on. Blah, blah, blah. Heís saying something about being charitable and loving and The Golden Rule. Yawn. I finally look up. Is that a fish tie heís wearing? Now heís got my attention.
An outside Delight
A tiny winged creature drinks nectar from my hummingbird feeder. A closer look reveals itís not a hummingbird, but a butterfly. It folds and unfolds its graceful orange wings in slow motion while it feeds. The bully hummingbird that rules the feeder leaves it alone, watching along with me. (49 words)
My heart is filled with longing. Praise music lifts me up, but I cannot reach the place I want to go. My open Bible beckons me. His word will fills in the blanks and sends me soaring. Thank you Jesus for my wings. (43 words)
Itís just one little cookie. Itís the last one, and I hate to be wasteful. My diet wonĎt suffer if I eat it. Iíll have my burger tonight without the bun. I pop the chocolate mound into my mouth all at once. Itís definitely worth skipping the bun. (48 words)
A Tender Reminiscing
Old photographs litter the bed. My sisters smile at me from the glossy pictures, and my tears fall freely. Kinky home permanents have become sleek styles streaked with gray. Missing teeth grins and knobby knees have become wrinkled smiles and well padded knees. Iím happy-sad. (45 words)