The Maggie Bright, Mystery Meets History at Dunkirk

I love it when an author takes a mystery and wraps it around true historical events. That’s what we have here in The Maggie Bright, A Novel of Dunkirk by Tracy Groot. The book is full of endearing and lovable square-pegs like Murray, Mrs. Shrew and the Burglar Vicar with vivid and colorful historical detail that…

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I’ve Been Thinking…

A young blogger, one I admire greatly for her quirky posts and deep thoughts, has me thinking. Perhaps those inner musings that ordinarily never see the light of day might be of benefit to others.   Perhaps. So, Rae, I dedicate this set of posts to you. The inventor of interesting questions that make me THINK rather than…

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The Infinite Value of One

We live in a day when everyone seems to be chasing BIG numbers. (We measure by numbers.) Big numbers seem to say, “This person is important.” or “You need to own that thing that everyone else is buying.” Big numbers seem to equal a BIG deal. Bigger equals better—that’s the world’s mantra! But remember? The…

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The Parable: A Fearful Climb

CATERPILLAR: Oh, dear… oh, dear… This thing You ask… It is too much! Remember me? I am only a tiny worm… that is all. Fragile, Dream-Maker… easily broken. Have You forgotten? Oh, dear. This tree… This bark… it is too rough! It hurts my feet! How can I climb a thing so BIG? CATERPILLAR: Oh, dear… what…

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The Parable: The Calling

  (DREAM-MAKER:) The time has come… We are here… Climb. CATERPILLAR: Climb? This? Climb this tree? No, Dream-Maker, I cannot! It is too high! This calling of Yours, You ask too much! I cannot, I cannot!   (DREAM-MAKER:) Climb or die.   CATERPILLAR: Climb or die? What kind of love is this? Climb, or die?…

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wISHING fOR tHE mOON

In dismal mud ~ far from the sky A thousand glittering nights sped by Until the one meant just for me A call to “Come…” to garden tree. “Who me? I am too small!” I said “What if I fall?” spoke Fearing Dread. Yet somewhere from my coward’s heart Came Maker’s whisper, “Now… Depart.” From…

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Note To My Dream-Maker,

  Okay, I asked boldly. I am waiting outside the door in my mind, my heart has labeled: IMPOSSIBLE. I look at who I want to be, and then I look at what I am. And my heart whispers, “Impossible.” I look at where I want to go and then I look at where I am. And my…

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Notes To My Caterpillar: Remember With Me

My Dearest Caterpillar, Remember when you first asked Me to take you up to the clouds? “…rainbows height.” you prayed. Remember? You looked at yourself (judging correctly) that you did not have what it takes for skimming rainbows. Remember? You cried. You begged Me, “…to make you something new.” Remember? And so, I listened to your…

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Tiny Sparrow

A sparrow on mountain top far, far, away Turned its eyes to heaven and began to say Can you really see me God? Hear me when I pray? Will you reeeally come  –  watch over me today? ~~~ When God’s angels heard, “This foolish bird!” They gasped… and looked at God. Would wrath replace His…

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Forgotten Prayers

  I flipped open my journal this morning intent upon pouring my heart out on another empty page, and there it was. An entry from months ago. Not so much an account of my daily life, but a prayer really. One I had forgotten. I stopped and read. It began with this heart-wrenching question: “Am…

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