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Darkness Into Light – guest blog by Heather Joyes
I wanted to feature this poem by my friend Heather Joyes. Her beautiful story tells us about how God leads us from darkness into the light. Share with Heather your comments. She'd love to hear from you. Darkness Into Light Deep in the dark Where shadows hark,...
A Golden What?
Murray punched the elevator button and waited. He couldn’t get off the 36th floor—or the tower as the employees called it—fast enough. The bell rang and the doors opened. He shuffled onto it, shoulders slouching. He checked his watch. Had he really been sequestered...
Broken Rules
Murray read his email for the fifth time, scrutinizing every word. It required perfection. He couldn’t have the workers twisting any of it to suit their own agendas. Due to recent behavioral problems with some employees, the CEO asked Murray to come up with a list of...
Grumblers
“They want what?” Murray couldn’t believe his ears. How can they be so ungrateful? After everything he’d done to help free them from the owner’s backward way of thinking, this is how they repay him? He ran his fingers through his hair. “They’re asking for raises,”...
Hardened Hearts
Murray leafed through his final proposal one last time. He needed it to be sound to prove to Mr. Phelan that the workers were ready to go to the next phase. With each change, the owner had given him ten different reasons why he didn’t feel they were. Every time Murray...
Perseverance wins!
Murray crumbled the inter-office memo into a ball and threw it across the room. “How can the owner do this to us? After all we’ve accomplished?” Aiden slumped back in his chair. “I don’t know, but the workers aren’t happy. They’re wavering, Murray.” “What do you...
Who Am I?
“I can’t!” Murray shoved his hands in his pockets and kicked a stone, sending it flying across the gravel yard. “Who am I, but a measly worker?” The boss sighed. “You’re more than that. Take a look at these.” He held out a binder. Murray opened it. Praise from his...
A Basket Full of Goodness
Lori crouched low in the bushes and held her breath, waiting for someone to come for the gift she left on the doorstep. The fog hovered in the area making her dark hiding spot even creepier. A chill raced up her spine. It was the only way he’d be safe. Her mother...